[Video]

[mismanagement]

[Not long after this.

At first glance, it appears to be Maketh holding the phone. It's her usual uniform, perfectly ironed, hair pinned up in a severe bun. She's standing outside the guardpost, rifle at her side. Everything looks as it ought to except for a single detail. The blue sash that all the guardsmen wear as a symbol of their position is nowhere to be seen.

Oh, and ignore the spray of blood across her chest. That's not important at all.]

Hello, citizens. I fear this experiment in democracy has gone on a little too long. It's high time to dispense with the nonsense and remember where we ought to stand. And what we are.

[She smiles.]

You needn't worry. The Empire loves all his children. All he asks is your loyalty.

[She pauses, glancing back at the guardpost.]

I'm terribly sorry about the mess, of course. But civilization always comes with a price. A gesture was necessary.

[Her tone hardens.]

Guardsmen, report in immediately. I want this under control.

Comments

[unfollowing]

right, and i'm madonna

cut the bullshit. maketh doesn't call herself 'minister tua'. she loves the guard. she doesn't demand loyalty

who the fuck are you

[mismanagement]

[The smile takes on a bit of an edge.]

Oh, you don't need to concern yourself with that anymore.

[unfollowing]

the hell i don't, bitch

i'll tell you what i told maketh: your "empire" means shit here. move the fuck on

[mismanagement]

Don't worry. You'll have the same choice everyone does. We reward loyalty.

[The double thins her mouth.]

Just as we punish traitors. It's only fair.

[unfollowing]

[The temptation to switch to audio or video is so hard to resist right now, just so this bitch can hear Emily's laugh, but she won't give her the satisfaction.]

lol who the fuck is "we", moron

[mismanagement]

[The double is no longer smiling.]

Did you really think I was the only one here?

[unfollowing]

omg who gives a shit if it's just you or like ten of you. do you have any idea how many people here could kick your ass. they've challenged the gods themselves and managed to make permanent changes to the city

you are NOTHING to them

[mismanagement]

[There's real anger in the double's face now.]

Your defiance has been noted. I would reconsider it.

[The double pauses.]

She saw you as a daughter. Did you know that? Pathetically sentimental. I made sure she died slowly.

[unfollowing]

wow, i'm so s c a r e d of you. what the fuck will i ever do now that my defiance has been "noted"

[That just means she struck a nerve. Bitch.

And now this asshole is trying to do the same to Emily. Joke's on you, imposter. Emily has gone up against the person who knows her best, Jessica Riley, and come out unscathed. What the fuck makes you think you'll take Emily down.

Even if it does touch her heart, to know that Maketh cares that much.

This is for you, soldier mom.]

is that supposed to make me all weak and sentimental or something? you're so obviously not maketh, even before you admitted it

she's going to come back. death's not permanent here. all you accomplished is to make her really pissed off and more determined to get away from all this empire bullshit you're trying to enforce. hate to break it to you, bitch -- actually, no, i don't. you've already lost, so enjoy this while it lasts

[mismanagement]

[The double forces herself to smile. It's not a very pleasant expression.]

I've lost nothing. I rid myself of a traitor. And if I need to do it again? I will. As many times and in as many ways as I must. How many times can someone die here, do you think?

[unfollowing]

i am exactly 0% intimidated by your shit, fyi

maketh will come back as many times as it takes to kill your dumb ass

[mismanagement]

Keep on believing that. It will make breaking you that much easier.

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[skelebro]

[Great googly jesus christ playing hopscotch with a pogo stick Sans does not have time for this. Which is why he could engage at length but...yeah. He's too busy making sure that everybody he knows doesn't eat shit and die.

God bless you Emily, seriously.]

^^^^^ what she said.

[text]

[mismanagement]

[That's just rude. You do not get a video message. You get a text. And you are going on the double's List.]

Enjoy your optimism. It will not last.

[text]

[skelebro]

[It's cute that she thinks he still has a thing like optimism.]

it ain't optimism.
it's logistics.

[text]

[mismanagement]

[The double is a product of propaganda and sadism. The double doesn't really get how other people work.

The double is also very confused by Sans.]

I fail to see how.

[text]

[skelebro]

[Probably for the best, honestly.]

good luck fitting an entire "empire" down here, buddo.
the cave might be big, but it ain't that big.

plus, uh, i think the gods might take umbrage with someone that delusional moving in.

[text]

[mismanagement]

Oh, I think these so called gods will be preoccupied with other matters. And the contingency plans.

Did you really think I hadn't planned for this?

[text]

[skelebro]

you want me to go for the honest answer or the nice one?

['Cause, to be frank. No. No, he does not.]

[text]

[mismanagement]

Don't be naive. Even that traitor had plans in place.

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[skelebro]

alright. i see.

[This is where they're at. So he won't sugarcoat it any.]

it's cute of ya, really, to think you'll get that far.
we're all very impressed.

[text]

[skelebro]

but i think you underestimate just how many people here give a damn about the person whose face you're wearing.




if it were me?
i'd start running.

[video]

[mismanagement]

[The double switches to video just so Sans can see her laughing. Her eyes are wide and a little wild.]

Oh, were you fond of her?

[The double sneers.]

It's such a shame she died without witnesses. But don't worry. I was careful. I made sure it took a long time.

[video]

[skelebro]

[Oh, are they doing the evil monologue thing already? All righty. He switches to video obligingly, and Sans might look a bit worn around the edges, his grin a bit ragged, but mostly he just waits for her to be done.

Sorry, buddo. He ain't about to pay attention when you're being a dickhead, you dickhead. He makes a show of jerking awake at the end of her pronouncement, cracking an eyesocket open to appraise her lazily.]

No, uh. Sorry. Really. Keep going.

Just, y'know. Don't say I didn't warn ya.

[video]

[mismanagement]

How very theatrical of you.

[The double grins widely.]

Don't worry. There's a cure for that. Your failure of ideology need not hold you back from the glory of the Empire.