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hadriel2017-07-26 10:20 pm
sciencelizard) wrote in hadriel2017-07-26 10:20 pm
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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
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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the Underground was full of monsters
im not human either but im not a skeleton
the only other one i know is his brother papyrus
he was here for a while. last year.
[Listen, if there's anyone who's going to understand scientific curiosity, it's the other scientist.]
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[Brennan's definition of a monster is... well. Serial killers. People who enjoy causing others pain just to watch them suffer, to have absolute power over them. That does not describe Sans, or Alphys, it seems.]
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it was our word first
i mean the name of our race first
before humans decided we were too dangerous and
it didnt used to mean that, i mean
or at least i dont think so
i wasnt alive then its been like thousands of years
[This isn't the first time she's gotten this type of response, especially in Hadriel. But Monsters and Humans were friends, once. It couldn't have always been synonymous with something so terrible.]
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In my world, the word "monster" was originally used to represent anything that appeared to be against nature, such as birth defects, or even birds' ability to fly -- before all of these things were understood to be natural, if in some cases anomalous. The Catholic church's St. Augustine proposed a meaning that connected the word to its root word in Latin, monere, in order to give it a positive significance. Monere means "to instruct" - so he chose to teach that monsters are in fact natural and not inherently evil.
Popular perception tends to maintain monsters are evil, but based on having met Sans, and now you, I would have to disagree.
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our world probably had the same sort of progression
we dont look like humans and we have a proclivity for magic
so they just
got scared we could hurt them
even though we never did
i like to hear there's a human thinking about it in not such a bad way tho
thats a nice thing
to think i mean
and i appreciate it
sans and i arent exactly the best of reps lol
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Thank you for letting us know about Sans.
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thank you
and of course i didn't want anyone to come looking or
i guess i just didnt want anyone to worry
not that these sort of statements inspire things that aren't worry lmao oops