un: sans | video

[ribticklers]

[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.

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[ribticklers]

[Sans tucks the orb away with the rest of his things and gets down off the wall.] It could be that. We don't know how the magic in this place works.

[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.]

[gotyourbach]

[It's a trick. It has to be a trick. Sans wouldn't hurt her on purpose, right? There's no way he's keeping that orb to blackmail her or something. No one would believe it.

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.

[ribticklers]

Alright. [Sans wonders what she saw. He's sure that he won't be able to see it even if he tried. He doesn't know what to say, but he hopes Kaede goes to her friends with this. There are plenty of people better at dealing with these sorts of things than him.]

Even if it wasn't, be careful at work. Maybe it's nothing. [But be careful anyway.]

[gotyourbach]

I-I will. I promise I will. I'm sorry.

[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.]