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[An internal sense that doesn't translate, when applied across multiple worlds. Dean's frustration when they talk about stats, the blank looks on people's faces when they talk about SOULs. Shepard's quiet awe and disbelief when they pull out the little red heart as it glistens between their fingertips, Zacharie's inability to display something just as tangible.

It's a strange world they have. And tangled at the center if it is a lot of numbers that don't make sense. A Puppeteer who can alter things without anyone knowing. Consequences rendered inert, file names ERASED.]

What do you remember?

[There's something important. Something important about the lab, the one whose name has been scrubbed away.]

About the lab?

Edited 2017-04-18 20:24 (UTC)

[He's quiet for a bit, and he actually looks up to meet their gaze for a few long moments.]

it...depends what you mean. in the current state of things? going down there, seeing endogeny. quiet, empty halls. dim lighting... i must've gone back at some point to see the extractor. but i don't know when.

[Screens along the walls, but he never read any of them. Didn't spend enough time down there. Just enough to try and piece things together, of the course of timelines. Not that it ended up mattering.]

but before all that...the lab was something else. long, long before you showed up, before the flower. before alphys was the royal scientist.

[He doesn't know.

Unless he does, and just...never mentioned it. Never mentioned what else he might've seen, the other Amalgamates, the golden flowers, the seeds that just get stuck to you no matter what, the set of tapes and an old television set.]

What else?

[There has to be an else. It's Sans. It's Sans, and he knows - he knows everything, doesn't he? He has his finger in every pie. He knows enough about everything to know how the world works, how he's supposed to be wound around it all. He knows about reports, and anomalies, and what a SAVE does, and how a RESET changes everything.

He knows.

He knows because he's Sans, and whenever he says he doesn't - it's never for sure.]

[What else. There's always an else. There's always supposed to be an else with him. He convinced two kids that he knew everything, and he convinced them too damn well to ever suggest otherwise.]

[It's exhausting. It's exhausting trying to figure out what they expect him to know, it's exhausting trying to know it all, it's exhausting playing catch-up, trying to explain that he doesn't know this or that thing and being told he must be lying. And it's all his own goddamn fault. He did this to himself. He has no one else to blame.]

[Chara will never believe or trust him, but sometimes he lets himself forget that Frisk is the same way.]

[He scrubs at his face, bone rasping against bone.]

it used to belong to the old royal scientist. but it was different then. bigger. there was more of us. i don't remember all that much from back then. just some moments, some stuff that happened. stuff we were working on. the layout completely changed after...everything. so. nothing from back then is really relevant to how the lab is now, except for a few things alphys must have found.

[Blueprints and who even knows what else.]

this is the same thing chara was so afraid of, isn't it?

Don't talk about them like that.

[None of it leads back to what they must have been afraid of. The same thing Chara was so afraid of. Because he couldn't help but dig deeper, couldn't he? For all the outrage at how Frisk had sunk their claws into something they weren't supposed to see and dug out all those "bones of the world," for all the danger they talked about, he's been doing the same thing, hasn't he?

Should they be surprised, really?

They're being mean. Aren't they?

Everyone said they never wanted the angel anyway.]

Is there anything you don't know?

[He forgets this, sometimes, also. That Frisk can be assertive. They can put their foot down.]

[He stares at them.]

like what? talk about them like what? i don't get it. i don't--what am i supposed to know, frisk? what am i supposed to know that's so damn scary? i don't know everything. i just pretended to. i'm just good at guessing. good at observing.

[What's the point of arguing? They're not going to believe him.]

so i'll tell you what i've managed to guess and observe. it wasn't about alphys. it wasn't about the amalgamates. it was specifically about having seen the lab before that made chara so upset. that made you so upset. so there's something in there that ties back to chara. and whatever it is, i don't know it. i don't know it at all. i assumed it was because it's where the flower was made, but i guess that's not it. i don't know it, and i don't want to. i don't care. it's none of my business. done enough of digging into you kids' lives, haven't i? done enough actively ruining things. but that's just me, i guess. got no one to blame but myself. i'm the one who acted like i somehow had my thumb on the pulse of the whole world. well. never really have anyone to blame for anything but myself.

[He goes quiet, staring off to the side now, expression neutral, everything about him as neutral and uncaring as it always is. Because it would all have been so much better, so much easier, if he had really just not cared for real.]

...i'm sorry.

[He's just good at guessing. Good at connecting the dots. Just really good at that, and that's just...how it is. Don't question the adult, Frisk. He knows best for you, and it's fine. He knows best, and he doesn't ask questions, because he doesn't need to. He figures out what he needs to know, and then he knows.

Just like how he knew it was better not to ask. Never to ask them. Why would he? He's Sans. He never has to.

He just takes what he needs from the people he knows. Takes their words, takes their actions. And it's okay. It's all just -

Fine.

Because they're family.

That's how it's always been, with family. Why would it ever be any different?

So...nod. Bow your head. Be a good child. Don't talk back. Go to your room.]

Okay.

[He shakes his head.]

no. you don't have to do that. you don't have to pretend to believe me. you don't have to pretend it's okay when it's not.

[Hypocrite.]

if i know everything, don't you think i'd know what to say here to make this right? but i don't. got no idea.

[He's making this worse. But if that's all he's ever going to do, no matter what he does, no matter what he says, no matter what he doesn't do or say--then why stop now?]

[He's not looking at them. He's talking to thin air.]

i didn't want to lose either of you again. but i already had. i just...fooled myself into thinking i could be the kind of person that was...was at all worthy of you two. i never had your trust to begin with, because i never earned it. not in a year and a half. didn't do a single thing right by either of you, did i?

[So why does he keep trying?]

[Why even try?]

[They'd all be so much better off without him.]

you're allowed to hate me, you know. you're allowed to get angry at me. you're allowed to never want to speak to me again. i just...i don't know what to do, kid. i don't know what you want.

so. like i said before. whatever you want me to do? just tell me. i'll do it.

[He keeps talking. It's - they should be listening. Should be better at listening. But it's all gone on for so long, leaving them with a glazed-eye exhaustion, and nowhere to take it. Pull up an ACT menu. Forgive him, or do not.

They can't make choices like that right now. He pulls back and says they have to be...better. Be better than this. Be better than the person who forgives everyone, be better than the angel no one wants or wanted. Even now, they're still messing things up. Still not being what they're supposed to be. Still not acting right.

Sorry.

They're sorry.]

...I can't do that.

[They can't do that. Because that's a lot of pressure to put on a kid, and he knows it, and there is literally nothing he can do to make any of this better. For them, for anyone.]

[It doesn't matter anyway. It's over. Like it was over with Chara. Like it's going to be over with most people.]

okay.

[He pushes off from the wall.]

then let's just focus on mettaton for now.

[He heads to the door.]

sorry for everything, frisk. you know where to find me.

[And he's gone.]

[Just focus on Mettaton. Help him, and make sure his Mirror isn't doing anything he shouldn't. Keep him safe. Try and SAVE the people who still need SAVING. Or who will even let you SAVE them.
You try.
They ruined it.
And you try.
It's what they do.
And it'll never be good enough.
He's gone, and there's nothing anyone can do but sit there, and think about what they've done.]

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