e i g h t. ( anon text ) . like playing with fire, i'll get hurt

[dedikated]

( 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. )

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[dedikated]

Not sending them a thank you card for this shit.

[skelebro]

hey, neither am i.
wasn't fun watchin' a guy with my face be a prick to just about everyone.

just sayin' it ain't a total loss.

[dedikated]

Guess if things got said.

( Some of us just watched the temples burn. )

[skelebro]

fair.
you, uh, don't seem to be doing so hot.

[dedikated]

What gave you that idea?

( Darling, you're anon posting at 3am. No one's okay if they're doing that. )

[skelebro]

you sure you want me to answer that?

[You're anon posting at 3am.]

[dedikated]

No.

( 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. )

[skelebro]

yeah.

[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.]

[dedikated]

Won't make much difference if no one goes.

( 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. )

[skelebro]

can't say that's surprising to hear.
look at all these people responding and not saying a word about how badly they're coping.

[dedikated]

( It takes a long time before this message comes through, still as anonymous as everything else she's posted this morning has been. )

I wouldn't even know where to begin.
Guessing no one else does, either.

[skelebro]

[Long pause. Can't really blame the poster for the answer, 'cause hell, would Sans make use of a thing like that? Nah, no, never, with a generous side helping of Nope.]

guess that's why we gotta ask each other these kinds of things anonymously.

[dedikated]

Aye.

( 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. )

[skelebro]

i don't think people who're nice and contented make good emotion meals for the gods on high, for one.

[But hey. That's just a theory.]

[dedikated]

... Point.

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. )

[skelebro]

maybe.

[Papyrus never...

Well, maybe it was only a matter of time.]

personally, i think the people 'round here can make the whole thing worth it.

[dedikated]

( Well... )

Don't disagree with you.

[skelebro]

i'm not a silver linings kinda guy.
but maybe that one counts for something.
yeah?

[dedikated]

More than what we could have.

[skelebro]

there, you see?
we'll make an optimist outta you in no time.

[dedikated]

Good luck with that.

[skelebro]

heh.
fair enough.

good luck with your coping.