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Why won't you work the way I want you to?

[ The video was mostly accidently, Will laying in his bed fiddling with the buttons on his phone. Will had been trying to dial numbers from home, all to no avail. He'd tried turning it off and then on again, hoping that resetting it would give him the means of calling home... Not that he had anyone to answer but still. Failing that, he was checking the contact list every 5 minutes, just in case another name was added that he might recognize, or the possibility that his own would vanish. ]

If I take you apart and you break...

[ He sighed and the video feed cuts off for a moment. It next returns a few hours later, after having accidentally, privately called a few people only to hang up quickly after having realized he was calling. As his finger lingered wearily over the connect button, having fallen into a light sleep while trying and testing his methodical and repetitive act. His finger pressed heavy with sleep and called the network, only to show the ceiling of his apartment, the uttered mumblings of his sleeptalking. ]

I wasn't... Thinking straight... I was... Upset... Angry...

[ The feed cuts off as Will's palm enveloped the device. Until a few hours later that is.

The feed seemed to be swinging, Will still holding his phone down by his side as he walked slowly into the night. Clues of his whereabouts in the City came in small sections as the camera swayed in motion with his steps. It was dark and a thick fog seemed to roll in from out of nowhere. Then the noise began. A loud and steady siren, yet Will remained calm. A dark blur moved passed the camera of his phone, steam from the breath of a large animal puffed out the nose and directly on the screen. It was anightmareish stag that dislodged the phone from Will's hand, becoming clear to those viewing as it leaned down and gave a snort from its nose.

Will swayed in his slumber where he stood, then took to walking again, just a few feet in front of the device, he was seen barefoot and dressed in only a sweat soaked t-shirt and boxers, the stag followed close to his side as other motions and shadows from the fog began to emerge. Human-like forms with their arms bound across their chests held in place with a sheath of discolored skin, yet Will continued to sleepwalk towards them. Ash started to gather around the small lens of his phones camera, distorting the view, yet just before it was covered and the screen went a static white and gray, something else from Will's deepest, darkest dreams, scooped the phone up before dropping it suddenly, knocking it hard enough to crack the screen and switch to audio only. Will's trembling, cold, voice in the near distance, speaking out softly as the sirens continued making it harder to hear. He sounded almost as if he was coming around from his slumber, confused and tired. ]

... I brought you a gift... Then thought better of it... I had no idea you were here... Abi- !!

[ Suddenly the sound of fast movement and heavy thudding. He'd fallen? Been pushed down? Something wasn't right at all. Nothing but the sounds of labored breathing and slight grimacing. Will felt out and found his phone in the thick settling ash, holding it up to his face to use as a light. The cracked screen flickering in and out of static and feed, showing a rather disheveled and confused looking Will who had no idea he was broadcasting this whole time. ]

She was just here... Where'd...

[ The screen showed Will's face as his eyes searched the blinding darkness of blackest night and ashfall. Though he was not alone. Something was lurking behind him, just over a shoulder, just at arm's length away. ]

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Might be why we have a city guard and all.

[Philosophizin' about the gods ain't really his favorite pastime - not a lotta people can say or think a thing that Sans himself ain't thought about them at some point. People dislike Hope, they dislike Sorrow, and Confusion is mostly somethin' of an annoyance. Delight seems generally well-liked, and Rage falls somewhere in the middle.

Everyone reaches that consensus at some point, seems like. You got people like Gren who antagonize them outright 'cause they don't have a sense of self-preservation worth shit, and you got people like Hermann who do their best to work with 'em regardless, and you got all sorts of people who land along the spectrum.]

They need our emotions for power, or somethin' along those lines. Can't do that unless it's by gettin' us all riled up, I guess.

... Yea, I've met them before...

[ Touchy subject there, Will avoids saying anything else on the matter. ]

Is there any way of contacting them?

[ Will hushed quickly and dropped to the floor, scuttling backwards until he was under some cover, just as something rather large dragging something rather dead along behind it passed him by. It was lucky for Sans that he couldn't smell it. Will had to hold his breath so not to gag. Just want he needed...]

I'm pretty sure you already have, at this point. Or you might as well have. There's an emergency notification app in here somewhere, I'm pretty sure.

[He's kinda lost track of all the different apps they've got. There's a clock, a pedometer, a couple games, and damn but they've got a lotta tech-heads in here. Lotta computer whizzes. It's honestly pretty refreshing.]

I'll look into it...

[ He's looking at his phone, but he's not going to message them. He's had some bad experiences with one of them so far. They'd probably just want to leave him there to die in all honesty. ]

For a backward-underground cave, we sure are blessed with great reception.

That'd be the gods again.

[Presumably good reception was one of the vital parts of establishing an underground society where emotions rule pretty much everything else, so that was awful nice of the gods to catch up to that little contemporary necessity.]

There's a clock and pedometer too. And a game called "Pong." If you're lookin' for a way to pass the time.

God bless 'em huh.

[ Oh Will is positively bitter about them. He'd like to have a few choice words with them if could. ]

Has it got two players? I might ask Janice over here, if he want's to beat my high score?

[ Looking over towards the lingering shadow, the newly named 'Janice' Of course, it's not a good idea to taunt a monster that's hunting you, but Will is in pain, running out of patience and not in the best of moods. ]

[Nice bit of wordplay there. That prompts a chuckle, even if the guy is pretty clearly using this as a deflection of the fear he's doubtless trying to fend off right about now. Can't blame him.

Scared people will do anything.]

Well, there's a Mrs. Pacman in there too. Though the scores are, uh, a little more competitive.

,small> [ Sans had Will all worked out, didn't he? That was exactly what Will was doing. he wasn't too happy about being a meal ticket for some poxy God. Nor did he want to believe that the thing in the fog was real, and was really looking for him. Laughter and joking around were good ways to deflect negative emotion. Let's see how long it lasts for. ]

Let be honest here-

[ He whispers. ]

It's just Pacman in a bow, right. His secrets safe.

[ Placing a finger to his lips and making a hushing sound. ]

I'm guessin' Pacman is the erstwhile husband?

[He's got a very vague conceptualization of what Pacman is, and most of that was gained over the span of the pat few months. But hey, there's a reason bad jokes are a default of Sans's in pretty much any situation, up to and including his own death.]

[ This guy was pretty funny actually, Will would do well to remember his name, should he need a laugh again. He wasn't too happy about the Gods feeding off of them like they were some free range-cave livestock. This, Sans, was it? Yeah, he was fun.

Will smiled at the joke, trying not to make too much of a sound, however, seeing as the monsters were still hovering around. ]

I'm gonna make a run for it. All this talk of Pacman has humbly inspired me.

[ That's it Will, let your imagination take over. You're just a ghost, just a sweaty, sickly ghost who's about to be chased by a horrifying creature that's all mouth. ]

You sure you're gonna make any headway there, pal?

[Not that Sans ain't unconfident that he'll be able to make it outta here. Fear is, uh, a pretty powerful motivator, he know very well. But the guy's also kinda movin' around like a sleep-deprived cut-strings marionette, and poor hand-eye coordination ain't exactly something you want going for you down here.]

Nope. I'm not sure of anything right about now.

[ Will knows his running blind and with half a tank but it's worth a try. It's worth not having to trouble people, people who will only fuss and bother about him, he really doesn't want that. He'd rather stay in the fog, hidden than have people try and get too involved with him.

Making his way through the fog, low and slow, though Will thought he was making some headway, he was almost going around in circles. ]

Well, uh...I wish ya luck, then. Rootin' for ya, buddy.

[Not enough to actually up and do something about it, but Sans ain't really the best guy when it comes asking for help. See, he's got this policy about promises, and...

Well, long story short, it's real hard to get him to care about most things. And he likes ya, Will, you seem pretty okay, but he don't much see the point in risking his tailbone where there's plenty of people who're more than able and willing to pick up his slack.]

Thanks.

[ Will sounded amused by Sans comment. And in all honesty? He preferred the way Sans was treating him. Giving him some advice over the phone without getting too invested, nor was he sticking his nose into trying and saving Will in person. He respected that, he liked it when people didn't fuss. ]

If I make it out of here, I buy you a drink for keeping me alert.

Only if it's got magic in it.

[Even with the joking drawl to the tone, the sentiment is sincere. He'd be glad to take the guy's offer up.]

So, uh, don't get eaten or nothing. Okay?

A magic drink? Sure, why not. Let's go all out.

[ A magic drink? Was such a thing real? Who was this Sans anyway? Will was curious about him, curious enough to get distracted from what he's doing and where he's going... as he bumps back into the fence he'd been up against a few hours earlier. ]

I can't promise that... But if I do, feed Winston for me?

Winston?

[Sounds like a pet of some kind, though Sans can't really say he's got a lotta experience where pets are concerned. Can't even take care of his own pet rock, for crying out loud.

Still, there's a world of difference between one monster's pet rock and another man's pet...something.]

Er, my dog.

[ Will just assumed Sans would know he was talking about a pet, had he known that the skeleton had a pet rock he couldn't care for, he wouldn't have even mentioned it. ]

It was just hypothetical, going off the hypothesis that I actually be eaten... Which I certainly hope I don;t.

[ He's nervous now. Again. ]

[He's gotta dog. Well, all right. Dogs are pretty hardy, he thinks. And they love bones, so that's...fine, yeah? He can keep an eyesocket out on a dog. Or maybe get Papyrus to do it?

Hopefully it won't come to that.]

Focus on stayin' alive, pal. That's the best thing you can do for your dog.

[ Winston was kind of like Will, though, had a mind of his own and liked to go walkabouts. Hopefully, it wouldn't come to that, but if Will couldn't find his way out, at least Sans sounded like the kind of guy who kept his word, despite his joking nature. ]

Yea... I intend to, count on it. Might have to go silent for a while... They seem to be more interested in me when I'm making too much sound.

Fair enough, pal.

I'm rootin' for ya.

[And he ends the call there. At that point he's probably being more of a distraction than anything else. He sharpened him up, woke him up, and gave him a little opening orientation on that part of the city. That's about all anyone can ask of him.

With any luck, someone with heroic intentions will stop by to help him out.]

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