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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
No problem!
I hope my picture helps.
[ He laughs. Of course she can't see that in the text, but hopefully it's implied. ] Oh, that was coming from your house? But I don't mind. I don't sleep much anyway, and I rather like living in a lively neighborhood! It keeps the atmosphere interesting, and it helps me keep my mind and imagination active. [ Another chuckle. ]
[ A little more seriously. ] Are you going to be all right?
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all of us pretty much used to live alone so having neighbors is still kind of a new thing
or at least i guess we thought if someone really hated it theyd say something but
haha yeah
were all just kinda disasters
good to know we havent been bothering you or anything
[It really makes her think about how... disconnected she can get from the city as a whole, honestly. That she doesn't even know the people living so close.]
ill be okay i mean
i dont really have the option to not be
i guess sorrow's probs having a field day with this one lol
but all we can do is just
keep going
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[ Maybe they ought to have a block party? XD ]
I hope you will be all right. I guess it really does come down to that. We don't have the option not to be.
Sorrow! -- yes, I'll bet he is dining out tonight. And if you consider who we are, all of us in this city, I'll bet he's the most well-fed god amongst them! Haha. We'll eventually put him on a diet though, if we do what you just said. . . keep going.
You have a wise heart, did you know that?
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dont worry about it
[A block party would be soooo good, honestly. Meet the neighbors, grill some stuff, light something on fire probably. A fun time for all involved!
She is still taken aback by his words, though. They're so... elegant. Thinking of herself in such a way is so foreign, unknown in a way of being filled with metaphor and mystique that she could never picture herself having.]
well i
goodness
thank you
youre making everything sound so fancy
or really just me sound fancy i guess
you really have a way with words
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They just have different approaches to language, is all. But just looking at the archive for this post ought to give her a clue as to how many people respond to her direct, emotional style! ]
[ He chuckles. ] Sorry about that, I'm afraid that's typical of Elves. We do like things fancy. But you don't have to be fancy to be eloquent. Everything you have said has a punch to it. I mean in a nice way.
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you're an elf???
like a real life uhm
i mean of course ur real life you exist but wow
no wonder youve got that going on haha
i mean not that u cant have un-fancy elves i guess thats just kind of a trope
im sorry this got away from me
Oops, I forgot to use the font, so I guess Curufin switched to video
And aw, she looks so cute with starry eyes! ]
[ He laughs. ] Yes, I'm an Elf. I've never thought about being a trope, but I suppose we are. Nah, un-fancy Elves just would not cut it. They'd be thrown out of the library of metaphors, right down the front steps! [ Grin. ]
No apologies! Maybe there is a trope for every kind of sentient being? What do you think?
you're fine my dude, the formatting isn't necessary haha
and i mean there must be uhm
i mean theres stereotypes but those arent always like... good
not that all tropes are
idk
honestly though that sounds amazing did you have crazy nice outfits and fancy music and dance and stuff???
XDDD
But fancy music, yes! Harps and fiddles and flutes. A sparkling, winding, lyrical music, fast or slow-paced, and singing, lots of singing. And you can't be an Elf if you can't dance! -- it's required. [ Grin. ] We'll have that kind of music at our block party.
Hey, you want an Elvish costume? We could make you one, for the occasion, if you like?
|D
and i mean i dont usually wear shoes anyway so--
[The next part catches her entirely off guard, though.]
wh
i
omg
i mean i coudnt ask you to do that it would be so much work
i mean not that im not vaguely human-shaped i guess but
i wouldnt want to impose
XDDDD
[ He hadn't meant to startle her, however. ]
It wouldn't be a bother, even if you have a different shape. I can think of two people who have sewing skills whom I could ask, and I really don't think they'd mind. And I'm not bad at sewing, myself, though I don't usually admit this. I'd be helping. [ Grin. ]
But just if you're interested in such a costume!
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yes i mean
i would love that as long as its not an inconvenience i mean i dont want it to be a problem or anything that sounds like it would be amazing
[If you listen real hard, Curufin, you might be able to hear her shrieking with anticipation into her couch.]
thank you
really
youve been so kind today
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[ He might just have heard it! XD ]
And Alphys? -- if I have been kind, it is because you yourself are kind. And you deserve a little of the same in return.
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to uh
to both i guess ok to both
thank you
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