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balance_rpg2019-09-09 12:32 am
ribticklers) wrote in balance_rpg2019-09-09 12:32 am
un: sans | video
[At first, all you can see is blue before the gleaming light dims, reduced to staining the whole image like a filter. Sans stares wide-eyed at his bracer. It's not entirely clear he's aware he turned it on. His left eye flickers blue and, thanks to all the magic leaking, aqua-tinted yellow. Sans scrubs at his eye sockets. Is he crying? He seems as surprised by this as anyone watching might be. From the angle, it's clear Sans is on the ground. His liveriverer orb floats passively in the background.
Sluggishly, he seems to remember that his bracer is on, and looks back down at it.]
That show--I can't remember, but--You can't go. Stop working there. "Don't forget me", someone said that. I can't, I can't focus.
[Monsters are very sensitive to emotions. Sans is no different. His voice changes. One after the other, like reading off a list, he explains himself as dispassionately as possible. His voice still quivers.]
I went to the Night Show. To record it. I did record it. Didn't remember anything when I actually got out of the show, so I tried to watch the video. Passed out on the floor. That kind of emotion--that's, that's toxic. It's violent.
I don't think I remember-- [No. He's still recording. Focus, Sans.]
Listen to me: don't go to the Night Show.
Sluggishly, he seems to remember that his bracer is on, and looks back down at it.]
That show--I can't remember, but--You can't go. Stop working there. "Don't forget me", someone said that. I can't, I can't focus.
[Monsters are very sensitive to emotions. Sans is no different. His voice changes. One after the other, like reading off a list, he explains himself as dispassionately as possible. His voice still quivers.]
I went to the Night Show. To record it. I did record it. Didn't remember anything when I actually got out of the show, so I tried to watch the video. Passed out on the floor. That kind of emotion--that's, that's toxic. It's violent.
I don't think I remember-- [No. He's still recording. Focus, Sans.]
Listen to me: don't go to the Night Show.
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Hey. [Sans's voice is carefully controlled. He feels bad he did this to her, but as far as he's concerned, he's gotten more than enough of his own feelings all over the place today.] You back with us?
[Does she want a napkin for the blood?]
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She takes the napkin, stares at it for a moment. Who cares if she's bleeding? Why does he care?
And then everything hits her at once. Of course he cares. Sans is her friend, an important ally she relies on in the Bureau. And that orb-]
T-that wasn't a recording of my show at all!
[The kindly-offered napkin ends up crumpled in her fist as she surges to her feet. The defiant attempt it somewhat ruined when she has to brace herself to keep from wobbling and falling over again, but she's absolutely certain of one thing.]
That was-- that has to be a different orb, that's not--!! Sans-san, you have to get rid of it!!
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What did you see?
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[I'd be perfect for a killing game. I have no faith in humanity.
It's her voice, but it's the voice of that reflection from the caverns of Vista Virs, the voice she'd finally managed to drown out by keeping busy, by thinking about music and her friends and her mission. The voice that whispered that she's a lie, that nothing she did was real, that she just wanted an excuse to murder. That she wanted to be in that killing game.
She doesn't answer, but she makes a grab for the orb. If she can, she'll try to hurl it into the closest wall to try to shatter it.]
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You should sit down. You're going to hurt yourself. [Or someone else.]
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[She does not sit down. Her hands are clenched at her sides, breath coming hard through her nose. Is this is a joke? Sans wouldn't do something like this to her. There's no way.]
There's something wrong with that orb! It's-- it's cursed! It doesn't have anything to do with our show at all, so please, you have to get rid of it, it's just-- it's just making up horrible lies!
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It could still be important for figuring this place out. [So no, he is not smashing the orb.] You don't need to tell me exactly what you saw, but it definitely wasn't the Night Show?
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[She's almost hysterical, the recording and the voice from the caverns reaching a fever pitch that makes her want to clap her hands over her ears again. It has to be a lie. It has to be a lie, or an awful trick, or something even worse.
She shakes her head, clutching both hands to her chest.]
T-That was... It has to be some kind of illusion. S-Something that reaches into your head and pulls out... pulls out stuff you're afraid of. That has to be it.
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[It also might not be that. Sans is inclined to think it's more true than she believes, just because if you really want to hurt someone, using something with some truth to it hits harder. Still, it's probably better for Kaede not to hear that.]
This place is getting into our heads. [That's true.]
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No one would believe a murderer.
She stares down at her own hands, almost surprised by the napkin still clenched in her fist, and finally starts wiping at her lips. They sting like she's bitten them, and she's almost about to cry, but she won't- she refuses. She can't cry like this, not when Sans had already suffered so much.]
I-I... I have to go. I'm sorry, I can't say any more than that, b-but... that recording definitely wasn't... it wasn't the Night Show. I'm sorry.
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Even if it wasn't, be careful at work. Maybe it's nothing. [But be careful anyway.]
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[She doesn't know what else to say. She doesn't know what else to think, or who to be. She turns, and leaves the bakery at a quick walk, quite literally trying to get away from her problems as fast as she can without running.]