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e i g h t. ( anon text ) . like playing with fire, i'll get hurt
( This message comes to the network at 3am, the sign of someone not sleeping, probably having spent one too many nights at Delight's bar to be at all healthy for their liver.
Whether they're drunk this night is a question that's hard to answer, since they've had the sense to turn on anonymous posting and type correctly. But three words can't be that hard to type, right? )
Are you coping?
( If you have to send this? You're probably not. )
Whether they're drunk this night is a question that's hard to answer, since they've had the sense to turn on anonymous posting and type correctly. But three words can't be that hard to type, right? )
Are you coping?
( If you have to send this? You're probably not. )

just anon texting forever.
( Just. Fucking. Peachy. Because everyone who's peachy stays up on the clinic's rooftop, sort of tipsy and asks stupid cryptic questions to the network at large. Absolutely. )
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[But yeah, sure. Super peachy.]
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Might just wonder how everyone else is doing.
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( Tends to like this happens often. Ok Kitkat. )
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i mean, that last wringer the gods put us through?
pretty stressful.
why now?
not like we haven't seen worse.
[Speak for yourself, Sans. This is the first event in which you died.]
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Seems like this was the last thing a lot of us needed.
( You needed, Katherine. You. )
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i said voting confusion wouldn't go over well.
[He hates being right.]
i'll give our evil twins one thing to their credit:
a lotta that stuff seems like it needed to get out there in some way or another.
no more secrets.
it was bound to happen at some point.
even if the way it did really sucked.
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This some fucked up version of therapy, then?
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there's advantages to it.
even if it don't seem like it.
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wasn't fun watchin' a guy with my face be a prick to just about everyone.
just sayin' it ain't a total loss.
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( Some of us just watched the temples burn. )
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you, uh, don't seem to be doing so hot.
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( Darling, you're anon posting at 3am. No one's okay if they're doing that. )
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[You're anon posting at 3am.]
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( She knows it. The facade, the running around, the keeping herself busy is exhausting. Tranquility's event, as peaceful as it was, served more as a reminder of how far her body and mind gets pushed to avoid everything. Then the doubles arrived, and no amount of being busy was enough to keep what happened at bay.
She's stopped drinking for tonight, but she hasn't stopped knocking back shots daily like they'll erase the memories of everything. )
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[Didn't think so.]
one of these days the door's gotta drop a qualified therapist in here.
[Would Sans go to said hypothetical therapist? No. But he would appreciate the Door's effort.]
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( Kate... probably would need to be talked into it, really. Have evidence thrown in her face that she needs it.
This post would be good for that. )
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look at all these people responding and not saying a word about how badly they're coping.
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I wouldn't even know where to begin.
Guessing no one else does, either.
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guess that's why we gotta ask each other these kinds of things anonymously.
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( Christ, she'd not even dare post this entirely sober, anon or not, and just posting anonymously took a lot of checking and double checking before she actually hit send.
No one here is equipped to deal with emotions. )
Think that's part of why we ended up here?
( She just wonders. )
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[But hey. That's just a theory.]
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Think even the happiest person'd break eventually here.
( She knows, really, but she's not gonna start talking about how sad Faith is just to theorise about shit, even drunk. )
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