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video (forward-dated to 1/24); but i can't sleep until this is done
[The whole world is ending.
Or something like that, he's guessing. Everyone's panicking, everything's burning, and people are running around like Icecaps with their hats off. Chaotic is a word for it. Amusing is another. Either way, there's a skeleton on your video feeds now. He looks just like the skeleton a lot of you are bound to know, save for maybe the look in his eyesockets. It's not the typical world-weary apathy that's more reminiscent of good old Sans. It's more like there's just an emptiness, bleak and cold. But even that's pretty hard to gauge; it ain't like the reading of skeletal facial expressions is common talent down here. Though the, uh, rather sizable crack in his skull, netted just along the ridges of his left eyesocket, might be pretty indicative that this ain't the same Sans.
From the angle of the video, it's clear that he's standing outside the charred remains of Tranquility's temple. He's got plenty of Faith that the decor will be perfect for the tone he's going for.
He looks pretty happy.
There's something very liberating about having reached The End. A number swells, and then it increases. And the last piece slots into place, the last sliver of anything resembling remorse boiled off and burned away.
It's not long now. But he's got one last task ahead of him before, at least, he and his ilk find their much-awaited sleep.]
So I've got a question for ya.
[His tone is a neutral, rumbling drawl, utterly placid and philosophical.]
Did anybody here really buy that innocent, bumbling comedian shtick?
[He opens a hand. A thin white trickle of something hisses out between his phalanges, rattling to the ground in a grainy patter of falling motes. He waits until the last of it whispers to the ground, softly, before flicking the last of it from his fingertips and continuing.
It's dust. Three guesses as to the monster it belongs to.]
Well, what can I say? I'm here to bring forth some revelation. Anybody stupid enough to buy that little act of his...
[He grins, wide - wider. No, w i d e r. And his sockets go pitch-dark, until it's like staring into a pair of black holes. A glacial bite creeps over his tone, razor-thin, the edges filed off, almost like there's something jagged and seriffed curving along the tips of the words.]
Allow me to prove you wrong.
[There's a low, dark chuckle, and the feed cuts out. He's looking for a FIGHT all right, and he won't be sated until he gets it. So come down to Tranquility's in fifteen minutes if u want an ass kicking. "Sans" here is delivering, and will continue to do so right up until his time is up.]
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fibia! Feel free to action things up so you can drag this edgelord to hell and back lol he deserves it.]]
Or something like that, he's guessing. Everyone's panicking, everything's burning, and people are running around like Icecaps with their hats off. Chaotic is a word for it. Amusing is another. Either way, there's a skeleton on your video feeds now. He looks just like the skeleton a lot of you are bound to know, save for maybe the look in his eyesockets. It's not the typical world-weary apathy that's more reminiscent of good old Sans. It's more like there's just an emptiness, bleak and cold. But even that's pretty hard to gauge; it ain't like the reading of skeletal facial expressions is common talent down here. Though the, uh, rather sizable crack in his skull, netted just along the ridges of his left eyesocket, might be pretty indicative that this ain't the same Sans.
From the angle of the video, it's clear that he's standing outside the charred remains of Tranquility's temple. He's got plenty of Faith that the decor will be perfect for the tone he's going for.
He looks pretty happy.
There's something very liberating about having reached The End. A number swells, and then it increases. And the last piece slots into place, the last sliver of anything resembling remorse boiled off and burned away.
It's not long now. But he's got one last task ahead of him before, at least, he and his ilk find their much-awaited sleep.]
So I've got a question for ya.
[His tone is a neutral, rumbling drawl, utterly placid and philosophical.]
Did anybody here really buy that innocent, bumbling comedian shtick?
[He opens a hand. A thin white trickle of something hisses out between his phalanges, rattling to the ground in a grainy patter of falling motes. He waits until the last of it whispers to the ground, softly, before flicking the last of it from his fingertips and continuing.
It's dust. Three guesses as to the monster it belongs to.]
Well, what can I say? I'm here to bring forth some revelation. Anybody stupid enough to buy that little act of his...
[He grins, wide - wider. No, w i d e r. And his sockets go pitch-dark, until it's like staring into a pair of black holes. A glacial bite creeps over his tone, razor-thin, the edges filed off, almost like there's something jagged and seriffed curving along the tips of the words.]
Allow me to prove you wrong.
[There's a low, dark chuckle, and the feed cuts out. He's looking for a FIGHT all right, and he won't be sated until he gets it. So come down to Tranquility's in fifteen minutes if u want an ass kicking. "Sans" here is delivering, and will continue to do so right up until his time is up.]
[[ooc: responses will come from
fibia! Feel free to action things up so you can drag this edgelord to hell and back lol he deserves it.]]
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It's almost f̷͍̉a͐ͮͥm͔̼ͨi̮᷂̓l͍᷅̔ī̮̇a᷃̄̾r᷄̎ͅ.
...heh. Not like it matters anyway. He recognizes the guy who ambles his way. Sans has - mixed feelings about him. Mixed feelings about a guy who employs violence to his own ends.
This Sans, fortunately, has no such hang-ups.]
Why would I need to put up an act?
[For the first time in a long time, he's free.]
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Tyki liked Sans even if there were moments he suspected more laid beneath his usual grin. Still, he never dug deeper. There was no need. No point in pushing hard. He could go into that 'no so different' monologue that he's heard a few times. Different lives meant possible friends. He's not going to. The difference was that Tyki never gave up even when he had no other hand to play.]
He was, not you. It's clear you are not. There's no need to hide now. Yet I still liked it.
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[The word curdles into a sneer, cold and derisive. Yeah, that's just good ol' Sans, packin' up his problems so they're in a nice, neat little parcel. Refining them into comedic quirks so nobody's gotta dig deep into why he is the way he is.
Seems about right.]
But when'd that every help anybody?
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[His hand raises a little higher towards his own chest as the Tease crawls over his fingers to readjust properly. It's an interesting question only because he's been asked it before. He's also asked it himself.]
It's certainly not self-serving. For others maybe. For friends and family. It keeps them calm. [He would know. He had his own act. It kept others off guard and right as they should be.]
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[He chuckles darkly, amused in his own twisted, sickening way.]
Why bother, when you can slap up an unconvincing lie? But it's better that way, right? Keeps everybody calm. Not selfish, [he starts to tick it off on his phalanges as he continues, wryly,] or self-serving, or rote.
Nah. It's for the best, ain't it?
[That was sarcasm, Tyki. Take note.]
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Yet that's not the point, is it? Everyone has a reason. Sans might. I do.
[His other hand raises to push back his hair away from his forehead as his skin bleeds into that amber grey and crushes all that Portuguese brown away. The stigmata on his forehead are present now along with that strong glow of his golden eyes.]
Cheeky, aren't you? I get a lot done by hiding. It takes less effort on my part. Makes others more cooperative. You..., my double. You complicate things.
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[He don't feel the need to curb his speech any, smooth away the barbs that spring up from the contempt that peels out from his careless grin, cold as void and sweet as rot. They complicate things, do they? Well, gee, how positively callous of 'em. Suppose that's why Confusion even bothered, huh?
They complicate things. Statement of the year. If he had eyes instead of hollow sockets, he'd be rolling 'em right about now.]
Glad we got Intro to Nihilism covered. We're all real proud of ya, honest. Kudos for crackin' the skeleton's psyche. 'Cause, y'know, I'm positive it's really that easy.
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Have a sneer for all that effort.] How would I know if it is or isn't? He doesn't let me in.
[He takes the first of many steps forward to close the gap between them as he walks forward in a straight line towards Sans.]
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[Tyki draws closer. Maybe to pull a few offensive tricks outta his sleeve? Who can say, right? If he does, Sans is pretty near sure that he don't know everything the other guy's capable of. But even if it comes to that -
Hell.
It's the End.
What's it matter, one way or another?]
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[It's exciting at least to Tyki. He has no idea what Sans is capable of. That 'act' is all he's seen. Yet he still feels rather invincible and confident.]
I want to see it all. [His next step kicks off instantly as his power surges him forward towards Sans. Dark Matter explodes down his arm, thick and coursing like liquid fire and with a hiked first he'll aim for that pretty grin of his.]
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Should he suffer a hit, he'll find that those bones are full of a pink and poisonous KARMA that'll eat away at him the longer he stays in contact with any one of those attacks.]
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Not a strategist or an analyzer he's not taking that moment to look over any of his attacks. He's just taking it as the radiuses pass through his body. It's a direct hit. Well, that is if it actually touched him. He's standing there with a whistle of being somewhat impressed and he'll take a step outwards to pull himself free with not a single scratch.] Heh, I'd imagine that would've actually hurt.
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[That's right - this is the guy who phases in and out of matter easy as you please, just because he can. Time to pick up the slack somewhat. The next attack intermingles blue attacks with white ones, sweeping at him in seemingly random patterns.
Those frequencies modulated enough for ya?]
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He's standing still so he's unaware of the danger as each bone passes right through him that is until he leaps forward with every intention of just burning right through it. The sudden hit is staggering and takes him by surprise enough to make him actually dodge the next set of bones. He's swerving so quickly off to the side the ground breaks under his raw power. His eyes flick backwards towards what passed him with wild curiosity. It's enough to take his eyes off Sans for the moment.
Oho, he's sure that isn't Innocence. It can't be. He would at least have some feeling of it coming from somewhere.] Ow.
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Trouble is, he can't be rightly certain that bustin' out every trick he has in his book is gonna get him anywhere. That's how it worked with the kid Sans so foolishly ingratiated himself with, and that's how it'll work here, he's doubly certain. Showing your hand, even in pieces, just allows people to develop ways to counteract it.]
What'sa matter?
[He grins, cockily, and tips his skull to one side. Another burst of bones erupts from either side of Tyki in bristling, bullet-like droves.]
Didn't anybody ever teach you about blue attacks?
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He's on guard now which makes him a little less cocky and a little more focused and he has a feeling it has something to do with those blue bones. They were the only factors that were new. Not to mention the smug bastard pretty much announces it outloud. He sneers pointedly at Sans. Well, then. Time to keep cheating.
Tyki's body drops suddenly straight into the ground in the best option to avoid those bones. If he's not sure exactly what is dangerous he's not going to take that chance again. Sans is likely aware enough to sense that sudden shift in the ground under his feet as Tyki reaches up for anything he can grab with his Power to Chose. He's going right for his spine since he's not quite sure if Sans has a heart or any sort of organs. If his hand manages to phase through Sans before the skeleton cheats again it'll tingle for sure. It's likely not every day someone can just reach right into a body.]
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He turns Tyki's SOUL blue.]
There, see? Now you match.
[That's a nice extra dose of gravity rooted into ya, Tyki. Hope you don't mind. And with a swing of Sans's left hand, he aims to send him crashing into the cave's ceiling at top speed.]
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That's right. Show him everything. If this double was accomplishing anything it was at least going to make him a little more obsessed with lurking after Sans.
His eyes are down again towards his chest until gravity is heavier and he finds himself slower. It stops him from immediately rebounding after the cheater. He's not too worried that is until he sees the ceiling. He's made several attempts to just walk right through it on many occasions. Under his feet he's reacting immediately to choose not to touch the air. When he actually hits the ceiling it is a lot less of an impact than intended. He can just feel what could've been coursing through his legs.] Hnngh, while I enjoy it rough I don't think I'm entirely being fair in return. [He doesn't want to be entirely on the defensive which is why both hands are out with building Dark Matter and two twin blasts will charge straight at his faux buddy down below.]
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[Honestly, this guy couldn't give a good god damn what Tyki might be learning from him. If it wrecks the real Sans's life in the future? Heh, good. Fuck him up. He deserves it.
More boiling bolts of something dark and seething tunnel down on him. He skips through space and ends up a bit away. Unless those are homing, he can keep dodging and dodging, if he has to.
Sans's smirk is ruthless.]
All righty. I can do rough.
[Buckle up, Tyki. You're gonna go for a bit of a ride. He's gonna lob him up against every wall and surface he can, switching up the gravity every so here and again, and he's gonna throw up a line of bones just after every impact - just for funsies.
Have fun.]
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Yet the sudden snap of his fingers to draw attention to what is inside of him causes several large mature Tease to emerge from his body. They are roughly five times the size of his normal Tease with different appearance from the standard black and purple. Dark Matter is already charging from their open mouths. Those are trained to follow Sans with constant firing blasts compared to the little ones that were just ravenous and wanted to feast.
If he wasn't so battleworn this might actually hurt enough to stall him. Then again, he hasn't been actually hit in a while other than Kanda's sword. It takes a lot of effort to stall himself from hitting the wall then pay attention to any bones after every impact.
He's no ones ragdoll though as his feet dig into the air and with a firm activation of his Power to Choose he's shoving off from a point in the air towards the ground. Energy is gathering all around him now as not only just his arms but now his torso, throat and full body are being covered in that Dark Matter. He's resisting more and more. Just feel that spike of energy.] I didn't know you cared.
[Hands outwards hundreds of immature Tease escape his body and flood after Sans ready to feast. They'll eat anything even bones. The few that start to glow plunge themselves against the raising bone attacks to tear and rip or just plain die.]
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It's the End.
He lays down some perpetual bone attacks to keep the Teases off his back for the moment, fences of bones that go ripping at the Dark Matter before it reaches him. A few of 'em fall prey to the streams of the stuff, and it eats 'em into nothingness right quick.
His hold slips off Tyki's SOUL. Guess he must've knocked himself outta this plane, or whatever the hell. Don't much matter.]
I don't.
[He grins. That supposed to impress him?
At this rate he'll have to focus more on defense than offense, and who's got time for that? Abruptly, he drops all his attacks, blipping outta the vicinity.
He nips into one of the less battle-worn buildings - always pays to have a good barrier between yourself and your enemy - and takes a moment to take note of the coursing blackness spilling out across the scorched battlefield. Tracks each of 'em with bright lights in his eyesockets.
He darts out again, and reappears a ways away. There's more where those tricks of his came from, you see.
There's the raging roar and hum of something igniting, and a Blaster springs into existence with a gaping bifurcated jaw and a bright gush of hot energy that pours over and over Tyki in a concentrated burst. Even if Tyki Chooses to ignore it, it'll burn away that Dark Matter at its conception.]
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They're like bloodhounds and can follow scents they a chance to get use to. Thankfully Sans has a giant building to avoid them for the moment. They'll find him eventually but then he's out again with something new and it perks his interest long enough to take a moment to think of whether he should get out of the way or not. He takes the gamble and tries to avoid most of it as the tail end of his Dark Matter just flowing off his body is erased entirely and he's glancing back at the lasting damage.
Ah, so it's come to this. The pinnacle moment where he has to actually be a little serious. He's stopping entirely as his hand raises towards Sans once more yet instead of the Dark Matter building there it stays straight out and still.] Mmm, I see I have to end you to make it all stop. I'm not doing him any favors regardless. You're not sticking around. I could just let you have fun but... I'll show you what I am fully capable of now.
Reject~ [His voice is a little lower and a tad bit colder than the usual playful and malicious. The sudden burst of energy from his hand pillars out in a wide oval yet instead of Dark Matter the area in front of him just becomes irrationally still. The black void extends fast and furious outwards around the entire area in front of him.
It's a large vacuum forming right in front of him and outwards towards Sans and further. Rapid and accelerated by the minute it covers 100ft in just two. The air dissipates as he's rejected the atmosphere in that area completely and it is rapidly removing oxygen entirely as the pressure becomes unreal.]
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Totally...worth it...
Yeah.
Totally.]
2/3 i lied
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But it's the End. It's...
It's a fitting End, he imagines. A poetic justice. And he's gonna go out, and he's gonna make sure that when the guy wakes up, as he inevitably will, he'll wake up with the most protracted, agonizing death imaginable rattling about in his skull.
Just before it engulfs him, he shoots Tyki a cold, devilish grin.]
Thanks, pal.
[Inches away, screaming at him with an empty desolation that must'a shaken ̵͕͛̈́ ̆̃̓̓͒̀҉̡̤̯ͅ ̗͙͚̻̐ͫ̎͠ ̙͕̜͖̙̭̦ͬ͛͋̈́̿ͅ ̡̛̦͕̥̲̺̠̹͌͐̄̈́̅ ̡̟̳̂̄ͣͤ͒͐͡ ̵͙̞̲͙͓̹̫͛̓͒͝͠ͅ ̺͙̝̯͖̰̯̮͌͛́͐̉̆͞ ̾ͭ̊̅ͣ̚͏̶̺̬͈̲̪̱̗ ̭͓̩̥̞̮̻ͫ̑̾ͦͪ͌̚ ̛̓̅͌҉͓̙͕̗͎̥̬͓̀ ̝̮͚ͧ͑̏̈́ down to his bones. Was he afraid, he wonders scornfully, briefly? Was he scared as he felt it happening? Too bad for the doc, then, that he never bothered to crest that LOVE about his SOUL. There's only a grim, serene knowing that he's done what he came here to do.]
Sans always wanted to go to space.
[The pressure slams over his bones, grinding them into nothingness, in the span of what can't be more than a few seconds. But time, time is a funny thing, 'specially as you're dying. It's watching all that HP roar down faster than somethin' infused with all the KR in his arsenal. It's tipping his skull back, smiling, ruthlessly, and seeing his dust wick away into nothingness as he dissipates, piece by piece.]
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