hadriel | ✫ 002 [text] thank you, i'll say goodbye soon

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✫ 002 [text] thank you, i'll say goodbye soon

[And as with all events, everything ends. Alphys wakes back up in the house underground, and everything from the last 10 days is revealed to be a fake. She sighs as she pulls herself out of bed, ready to get back to some sense of normalcy.

It takes her a few hours to figure out anything’s wrong, because it’s not abnormal for Sans to sleep too long, or not come out of his room-- well, Papryus’, but it’s for the both of them now-- until late or necessary. She makes something to eat, settles in to read and relax, and thinks nothing of it until she tries to text him later and nothing comes up.

Alphys scans the contact list once, twice, and climbs off the shared couch, soul feeling tight in her chest as she approaches his room. She knocks, waiting a minute for his answer, because he must just be asleep, before knocking again, putting too much of her weight on the handle when the door finally swings to nothingness.

She spends the next hour tearing through the apartment, piece by piece, unwilling to believe this is happening, knowing what she knows about where he’s going... or, well, a lack thereof. It feels wrong for her to be in here, pawing through everything in a desperate hope, but she knows what this means. That one day someone can be here and the next simply be gone.

The house is doubly quiet, she finds in horror, the more she searches, the more she looks. Four gone. Four of her closest friends. Four that just never came back from that lovely town of nowhere.]

[She can’t bear to put herself on video for this, not when she’s crying, not when she can barely speak. So she types instead, hands shaking heavily, having found a batch of letters and items she feels important to be delivered.]

hhey so
for anyone who knknew sans
hes nnot here anymore
he went
he went away
napstablook too
if people are looking forthem

sans uhm
... he left a bunch of gifts for people with
they look like ggoodbye letters
i can check if you think he mightve left onef or--
theres too ma ny to list
im sorry

[She thinks about ending it there, and then adds one last addendum.]

i know theres a lot of people here who didnt like him and. im sure there was reasons for you tto not to get along
but please dont i
i dont want to know
not rightnnow

please

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uh
okay i
i guess?????????????

im in uhm
have you ever been to delights housing
the underground ones
its number 3

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i'm sure i'll figure it out no sweat.

double rad. see you soon, alphy

[Suddenly, Alphys is glad that Lup isn't here immediately, because goodness does she blush. The only nickname she's ever had is Al. Alphy makes it sound... cute.

She almost quickly shoots back a "did you spell my name wrong" and then deletes it immediately.]

ooooookay
im just uh
here???
i guess

[Lup leaves that final text hanging without a reply.

But as promised, even if it's taken her about half an hour to track the place down, Lup eventually ends up at Alphys' front door, banging loudly.]

Yo! I'm here! Open up!

[If Alphys can find the courage to actually open the door, she'd find Lup with a bag full of groceries propped up against her hip, one hand raised in mid-knock.]

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[She doesn't... actually know what she's expecting when Lup shows up. Alphys looks like a wreck; still in a tank top and pajama pants, glasses foggy from crying and then not being cleaned properly, eyes red around the sides. The only good thing about not having humanoid skin or hair is there's nothing to look greasy. Regardless, it's obvious she's not doing well, and she doesn't have the energy to hide it.

Regardless, she opens the door, not fully, but enough to see her through.]

I... h-hey. What is...?

[She sort of... gestures to the bag, but only halfway.]

[Lup grins when Alphys opens the door, wide and sharp, and immediately motions to the bag in her hands.]

Hey, it's rude to keep me outside when I'm carrying all this stuff. Let me in! We can chat once I set this down.

[This is all part of her cunning plan.]

[She still has no idea what's going on. What is she doing here? Still, she's too baffled to actually fight anyone on it right now, so she just hurriedly opens the door, kind of tucking herself behind it so there's room on the landing for her to step in before she shuts the door.]

Sorry, uh-- c-can I help, or-- what's this, uh, for, anyway?

[Once Alphys steps aside, Lup strides in with the confident air of a woman who had been there a million times before, despite it being her first trip inside of the other woman's home. Lup makes a beeline for the stairs, talking while she moved and just assuming Alphys would follow along.]

Here's the sitch, Alphy. Some kids asked me to help out with their bake sale, which, natch, of course they'd ask me. But my roomies can't be trusted around baked goods. Not even threat of being set on fire deters them. Sooo, I decided to volunteer your kitchen for the good of the cause instead. And you can help me out. It'll be a real blast.

[Once Lup finds the kitchen, she sets her bag of groceries on the counter, already unpacking a bag of flour to set aside. She turns her head towards the other woman and grins, not leaving Alphys much room to say no as the counter begins to fill with baking supplies.] Sound good, sis?

[Alphys does, in fact, shut the door and patter down the stairs after her without hesitation. It's important to keep up, after all, even if Alphys is currently experiencing less of a suggestion to do so and more the sensation of having just let a live tornado in the front door.]

Wh-- I--

[That sounds... okay, that sounds entirely fake. Alphys may be socially inept, but she's not an idiot, and she watches Lup quizzically, unable to determine exactly how to proceed from here. On one hand, this is truly not the time when she has so many of Sans' personal affairs to put in order. On the other hand, it would make her feel so much better to not be doing that. And on the third, mutant hand, she knows Lup must know both of these facts, because she only arrived after she posted to the network, after asking her address, after--

Goodness, she'd have just sent a regular text if this was planned, so--

Well, everything sort of hits itself in her brain and she doesn't quite answer any of those questions.]

You threatened to set your r-roommates on fire??

[Given the state of things in Hadriel, fundraisers probably aren't at the top of anyone's priority list.

Lup pulls a long apron out of her bag and tosses it in Alphys' direction, throwing a second one over her head and tying it quickly around her middle. With a little magical assistance, the taller woman pulls her hair out of her face and into a lopsided bun, then quickly moves to the sink to wash up before they begin. At Alphys' question, though, Lup peers over her shoulder and casually shrugs in response.]

As one does. [isn't this how normal families interact??] But I'm telling you--[She's already drying her hands off, turning to open up random cupboards in search of a mixing bowl. Just making herself at home.] The second you even think about making cookies near Magnus, he just knows. There's no hiding it from the guy. You aren't allergic to anything, right? [It's all said in the same breath, Lup not pausing for a second.]

[She moves without thinking, fumbling with the fabric tossed at her but still kind of just. Staring. A few steps behind what's going on here, but maybe now just getting pulled along for the ride. She's... she's doing this on purpose. Not giving her time to sit here, and think, and stew in it.

This is someone who knows, she thinks. This is someone who knows what it means to lose something.

She ties the apron around herself and tucks low under Lup's arm, retrieving a bowl from a cabinet near the ground.]

Uh, everything useful here is k-kinda low to the ground. None of us are very tall.

[She offers it up, and she's not smiling, not quite- but she is watching. Following.]

And uh, n-no, I don't have any allergies or, uh, anything like that.

Thanks, [Lup takes the bowl with her usual crooked grin, a mage hand already summoned to wrestle open the bag of flour while she pulls out a few different utensils and measuring cups out of her bag to use. From there, the next few steps go in a flash. Butter is immediately softened with magic before getting whipped up with the sugar, white and brown, Lup using mage hand to push a bag of chocolate chips Alphys' way.]

Measure out two cups for me? You can eat whatever's leftover. We don't want to fuck up the ratio.

[The counter is a little short for a tall woman like Lup to bend over and work on, so instead, she shifts to sit on it instead, perching on the edge like a cat. The mixing bowl is measured a little precariously in her lap while she creams the butter and sugar. No harm done.]

Sooo, you should tell me about him. The one who left. What's your like, funniest memory of him? I heard through the grapevine he was a funny dude.

[Frankly, if she was in a better state of mind, she'd really want to ask about all the fancy magic shit Lup is just throwing around like it's nothing. Magic has always been commonplace in her life, but not like this, not in a way used so seamlessly. Than again, that was an ability other monsters had. Just... not her. Not her in her weakness, in technical skill to science and the loss of a bullet pattern that was any good.

But again, Lup pulls her back from that, and she looks around for just a moment before retrieving a stool so she can reach the countertop properly and gets to work doing what she's asked, even if she starts by shoving a couple in her mouth. She said there'd be extra, anyway.]

Yeah, he was-- he was always a comedian. I don't know what my funniest would be, though, I mean, w-we've known each other for a long time. He was-- well, uh, he is. One of my oldest friends.

[When Alphys is feeling more herself, all she has to do is ask and Lup will be delighted to put on a magic show just for her.]

Mmm, [Lup hums in response, that mage hand of hers floating to the oven to set the temperature while she's perched adding eggs to the mix, stirring everything up before dropping in the dry ingredients. Cookies are easy, don't require too much concentration, so Lup's gaze can flick up to watch Alphys every few seconds or so. She may not have lost anyone in Hadriel necessary, but there are three people she'd been ripped from who she'd been with for nearly fifty years. It sucks.

Eventually, she holds out the bowl for the other woman to drop the chocolate chips in.] Well that just means you must have a shitload of great memories. C'mon, isn't there just one that sticks out more than the rest? Everyone has that one memory, the time you almost pissed yourself laughing over the stupidest thing someone else said or did. You don't forget those.

[She's a little bit enraptured in Lup moving things around with that spectral hand, but her voice sort of snaps her out of it when she gets addressed, and she hurriedly nods, hefting the chocolate chips from the measuring cups into the bowl, before reaching into the bag and taking a few more.]

I mean, I...

[How do you explain 'I don't remember properly meeting him'? How do you explain 'our old boss no longer exists, I barely remember his name, and a lot of my life is a jumbled memory disaster'?

She picks something else instead.]

There was one day where, uhm, I was d-doing really badly, just... you know. One of those days where nothing's going right and I just sort of ended up under my desk, texting him? And then, uhm, the n-next thing I knew, he showed up with burgers and we watched like, the worst movie I've ever seen on my phone, just. Under... m-my desk.

[It sounds kind of stupid when she says it like that. Maybe not the fun thing Lup was looking for.]

Sorry, that's, uhm, n-not super funny. There's just a lot of time there.

[Ah, the old avoidance route. Lup knows that one pretty damn well.

Still, the elf cocks her head as Alphys picks the significant memory that's sitting most on her mind, Lup simply stirring the chocolate chips in and listening. She usually likes to butt into other people's stories, either with a joke or her own inappropriate commentary to spice things up, but she manages to keep her mouth shut for once, giving her friend the floor she needs to speak.

Alphys seems exactly like the type to shut down if she's interrupted too often, to brush her own thoughts off as unimportant next to someone else's. So Lup doesn't give her the chance. She waits as patiently as she can for her turn to speak, hopping off the counter once the cookie dough is all prepped for baking.]

Nah, that's a good one. [It really isn't, but Lup has enough sense to not kick the woman when she's down.] Is that something you like to do? Watch, uh, movies on your phone? Wanna do that while the cookies are baking?

[Alphys knows she isn't the most entertaining person like this; when she gets sad, she just shuts down, overwhelmed by it all. She was never the showman Sans is, that constant smile through it all.

Then again, maybe neither of them were very good at that sort of healthy coping thing.]

I mean, uh, s-sometimes. I have some stuff on my computer-- uh, there was an event a while back where, uh, everybody got items from home, so, I have it. But it's mostly just anime.

[And now, the ever-important question.]

Have you... ever seen any?

[Lup's already moved to start dropping cookie dough balls onto the prepped baking sheet, her attention perking up a little when Alpyhs addresses her. That isn't a word that the elf is at all familiar with.]

Uh, what's anime? It honestly kinda sounds like this city full of crab people that I met once...

[Congratulations, Lup, you've unlocked the way to make Alphys feel an emotion that isn't depression.]

You've... y-you've never seen an anime? Ever?

[Anime cannot only exist in her world. Oh no. This is too much power.]

It's like-- animation? From Japan??

[DOES SHE EVEN KNOW WHAT A JAPAN IS THIS IS CRITICAL ALARM ZONE ALPHA]

[oh god, what dark box has she opened.]

Sorry, sis. None of that is ringing any bells for this chick. And I've been around, if you get what I mean. [Around the various planar systems, that is.] Let me pop off the rest of this cookie dough so we can get this baking and then you can enlighten me on whatever anime is.

[Uh don’t you mean best box. It’s the best box, Lup. She promises.]

It’s really good!! I promise. I mean, I know I just talked about, uhm, watching terrible things for fun, but this is d-definately not terrible. Really.

[Considering this is the most, hah, animeted Lup has seen Alphys all night, it’s probably a good sign.]

[did she just walk into a trap? this feels like walking into a trap.

With the last open space on the baking sheet filled with a drop of cookie dough, the elf moves to the sink to wash her hands, peering over at Alphys over her shoulder. Well. She really is already looking a lot brighter than earlier, so this must be a good thing, right?]

Alright, sure. Show me the animes or whatever.

[No, it's good, Lup, it's sooo good. She smiles, even though it's still not quite her brightest, and she nods, skittering out of the kitchen quickly.]

I'll be right back, h-hang on!

[She sprints downstairs, coming back up (and breathing a little heavier as she takes the stairs quicker than her stamina is used to) with a laptop clutched in hand, as well as the charger and an odd little adapter that lets her plug it into the wall. She sets it up on a nearby outlet, pulling the coffee table closer to the couch and climbing over the armrest to sit criss-crossed on the side, tail wrapped around her and hugging a pillow to her chest.]

It's probably just best to start with the original season, even though the r-recap movies and stage plays are amazing, but starting with the original is, uhm, paramount to the experience, I think.

[It may not be Alphys' brightest smile, but Lup can't help but roll her eyes at the other woman's enthusiasm as she shuffles away, her own mouth twitching into a small grin. While Alphys sprints off to grab her laptop, Lup tosses the cookie sheet into the oven and sets the timer, wiping her hands off on her apron as she moves out of the kitchen.

Lup's never seen a laptop before, but it isn't too far off from her phone to not understand the general gist of it, so she plops next to Alphys on the couch, close enough that their legs are touching, and throws an arm over the couch back above the other woman. She lets her ramble on without interrupting--a real test of her will--but Alphys is at least so cute stammering on like this that Lup doesn't exactly mind.]

Hit me with the original shit then. My afternoon's free, so we can hang till you're done with me.

[She almost, before she catches herself, snuggles directly into Lup's outstretched arm, only pulling back at the last second to make it look like she was just pushing the screen into a place between them. She'd gotten so used to watching with Sans, or Mettaton, or Undyne- people who she's used to being physically close to. This is... because of this, it almost feels intimate. Alphys blushes just a bit as she gets everything set up, pulling up the video file and launching into the introduction.]

We can, uh, p-probably get through the first half of season one, anyway-- they're only 23 minutes per episode since we don't have the ad breaks.

[At least, ultimately, Mew Mew will relax her. It always does.]

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