week 9: undyne will never leave sans alone, ever

[thebonezone]

[there is a dumb skeleton in his dumb gross room. this dumb skeleton is using his early morning hours pre-breakfast spaghetti (why) to be a Huge Nerd in his room.

he's sitting on the floor, writing a bunch of shit, muttering to himself and just not being interesting in any way whatsoever. what could possibly happen!!!]

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[detanimetion]

[UGH BECAUSE SHE FELT BAD FOR HIM HAVING TO DEAL WITH THIS SHIT ALONE AND ALSO SANS AND BREAK ARE BASICALLY THE SAME PERSON it's a mysterious smiley bullshit match made in hell]

not our world

could have new ideas

& u never have to see him again

stop carrying evrythng alone

does pap kno

[Goddammit Sans, you are making her so Tired but she is going to babysit you no matter what.]

[thebonezone]

does pa-- hell no.

[of course sans only latches onto the part with papyrus, why would he ever acknowledge anything else??? anyway he's not going into how time shenanigan rules might differ in something like another fucking universe or wherever the fuck everyone is from. he barely wants to consider it himself. it sounds like so much effort.]

he doesn't need that.

[detanimetion]

[Yeah, she figured that'd be the answer. To all of her questions. Sans this is why everything you touch turns into a disaster.]

good

[She still isn't done with this topic or with her new goal of Getting Sans To Make Some Friends Or At Least Have A Meaningful Conversation With Someone Who Isn't His Brother, but she's not sure how much energy she has left so she'll move on for now. She can always bug him about it later.]

so any ideas on town & game shit

[thebonezone]

[sans is pretty sure undyne wouldn't let all that go so easily but man!! is he gonna count that as a victory anyway!!!!]

i was kinda countin' on you for that. what with. magic ghost knowledge or whatever. i got a couple of ideas, but nothing concrete. like... the game's been all mental? ugh, that sounds off. gimme a sec.

[he gets up to rummage through his drawers for a very specific pile of papers. he brings it back-- to undyne it's all written in gibberish wingdings, but he's going to be translating on paper next to it. the first thing he's writing down is the list of different incentives/motives.]

when i say mental, i mean it's all been mindgames so far. whether them trying to mess with people's feelings literally or just the general kinda emotional manipulation you'd expect out of a game like this. that first one worried me at first... [he taps "time perception" on the paper] 'till i realized they weren't really messin' with time, just our perception of it. it's mental. it's not real. i dunno if anything they've shown or promised was. ...except maybe the hostages.

[that one he adds because. undyne did die for prussie, for some godforsaken reason. unless something like her ghost is confirmed he's still skeptical!!!]

i think most of the people left are also calling bull on the powers that be, so that's not exactly big news, but my point is... they're really trying to make us kill each other. except in two cases, they haven't done anything physical to any of us-- and those seemed to be against "the rules". what i think is that the game isn't us playing against them, it's them playing against each other or... something else. for... something.

[he's writing down a bunch of question marks alongside this now. thanks sans. completely helpful. you're great.]

miata doesn't say anything about the "sins" from what i've seen, so that's kind of a dead end.

[he pauses there as if thinking it over before shrugging]

going into wild hypothesis time, my last idea's that this town? might not be real. it probably was, at some point, but something obviously happened here. the "abyss" is just the magic letting it happen. the murders committed are bringing it back, with some ghosts along for the ride. so probably murdering gives... something to the town?

[at this point his paper is full of USELESS SCRIBBLES as he spoke his thoughts aloud. wow sans way to write wingdings to translate more wingdings. super useful. everyone is grateful you're here. he looks annoyed for .2 and just crosses it out]

tl;dr nothing i come up with is useful in any way to ending this, shocking exactly no one ever.

[it's his usual self-deprecating tone, because at this point sans's failures are a joke to himself. a hilarious inside joke where nothing he does matters!!! ha ha ha ha!!! SO FUNNY]

[detanimetion]

[Holy shit. Honestly, right now all of her disbelief is over the fact that Sans has actually been working a lot harder than she has on this. She just figured kill sinparents = success!! This is a low point in her life.]

wow

[AND THAT'S ALL HE GETS FOR A WHILE BECAUSE yeah what else is there to say. Oh wait, there's actually some more, but she needs a moment to gather her thoughts and figure out the most concise way to put things.]

prussia is real. also ghost, we met. seems p cool.

[SO YEAH...sorry to just trash that hypothesis right out of the gate.]

met other ghost. marisa kirasame, says she was 1st they killed.

evrythng else makes sense. NOTpride told us to do better & not die when veg died. town from this side also looks way diff.

[thebonezone]

. . .huh. good to have confirmation for those.

[he's a scientist he spends most of his days trashing his own hypothesis, it's cool. he's writing down the name though.]

wonder if anyone's heard that name here from some of the town's ghosts.

[detanimetion]

ask

[The pencil wobbles in midair, then drops to the floor. It lifts itself feebly a few inches once or twice before suddenly rolling rapidly into a corner of the room, as if someone might have just kicked it out of frustration.

Looks like her time's up for now.]

[thebonezone]

[he doesn't answer, just looks at the pencil's shenanigans. hopefully it won't--oh boy. there it goes. into the the trash tornado. goodbye forever, pencil.]

wow. that pencil didn't stand... a ghost of a chance.

[he regrets nothing, ever. still he gets what that probably means, so:]

later, ghostdyne.