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It may very well be the worst thing that's ever happened to you! | OPEN MINGLE

Who: EVERYONE!
Where: EVERYWHERE!
When: Friday October 27th - Tuesday October 31st
Rating: PG-13, warn if you're gonna go higher!
Summary: A catch all for the Horrible Memory Truth Event!
The Story:

For the duration of this event, everyone's entire room will be replaced with a memory playing on loop. They will likely recognize the moment as soon as they see it – it is a moment they remember as the worst moment of their entire lives. It could be a memory from home or something that happened in Wonderland. Lengths of the memories will vary, but they will find that these are not memories they can merely watch – they can step into these memories and attempt to make changes to them, and the memories will be long enough that they have time to make changes (though no more than 24 hours). However, anyone who tries will find that it is futile. No matter what you do or how hard you try, the outcome is always exactly the same somehow. No changes you make will prevent that horrible outcome. It just happens over and over and over again no matter what you do.

On top of that, perhaps complicating any attempts to make changes, everyone will be forced to be honest for the duration of the event. No lies or half-truths are allowed, and filters will be gone for the entire five days. If something bothers someone then they will blurt it out, regardless of whether or not it hurts someone's feelings, and no one will be able to simply keep quiet when they have something to say. They must be truthful and honest with every word they say.

This is a catch-all log for all of your Worst Memory needs! Please mark your threads clearly in the subject line with your character's name and Room Number + Floor for character rooms, or just location if you're making a top level for a public place in the mansion (like the tea rooms or the kitchen) so people can see if there's already a thread available. And here's the plot post if you need it!

Have fun!

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"Not for much longer."

God.

Damn it.

His gaze snaps away in a restive twitch, his fingertips twitching across the silver surface of the lighter in his hands. He could set this whole thing on fire. He could - and he knows somewhere, on the other side of the glass, someone would see it all go ablaze or hear about it and he'd laugh. He's probably laughing now, the son of a bitch.

"Just...go back." He can't erase what he just said, but he can pretend he didn't say it. And Sans might even be tired enough to play along. "Please."

"I could. But I didn't know them best."

No.

No.

No, no, no, don't you dare. Their eyes widen subtly, almost imperceptibly, a flash of deep scarlet tinged with absolute terror glimmering just beneath those hooded lids, and swiftly, they redirect. Seize upon the nearest thing, the central truth that's wholly dependent on them, because their secrets are the only ones they're allowed to spill. That's how it is.

"I killed you too, you know."

[He's avoiding people, but not nearly with as much effort as he usually does when events like this kick off. What's the point anymore? Wonderland is going to get what it wants, no matter what. He mostly just wants to spare other people his bullshit. He's been down the forced honesty road, and it is godawful.]

[It's just bad luck that he sees Toriel coming toward him as he's heading back to the mansion to grab some snacks. He tenses immediately. They haven't spoken at all since the last time this happened, and he...]

[He has no idea what she thinks of him now. He can guess. He keeps thinking about that dream from several events ago, where she found out what he had been doing and reacted...accordingly.]

[Sans stops, going still. He doesn't say a word. He just...stares at her and waits. Wonderland won't let him keep the trace of fear off his face.]

"I'm sorry that you - feel responsible." That's something that sounds more like them, at least. One of those truths that isn't completely unrelentingly awful, the way the rest of the things they've said are. They're sorry. And they're sorry.

They really are sorry.

"I know it's me. I know I'm still...the reason."

Even if so much went wrong before they fell, they're still the one that preyed on those things beyond their control. They're the one that reawakened those horrible memories. They're the one that did this to her.

But she's out of truths to give.

And so are they.

"So - I'm sorry."

[He does not want to talk to people. Least of all his friends, because the amount of secrets he and pretty much everyone he knows keep could fill a library. He and Max in particular already have a pretty shitty relationship with this sort of thing.]

[It's just dumb luck that he ends up here. He's teleporting here and there on a whim, in a cursory effort to avoid people. And here she is.]

oh.

[She looks like she's been through the wringer, but don't they all at this point?]

sorry.

You don't want me as your son.

( Damon hisses out a sharp breath after that.

There's the honesty at play- the forced honesty making the words slide out of his mouth. He knows what Regis meant by it. They're friends. Regis cares about him. He's one of the few people Damon actually trusts here and genuinely cares about too. Someone he looks up to, and Damon's not used to feeling that way about someone else.

He pushes himself to his feet with Regis' help. )

But I like it. ( When Regis refers to him that way- ) and I'm worried I'll let you down because I do that, and fuck this whole honesty bullshit.

[She took one look and left. She has more important things to do than wallow in all that.]

[But then this--total stranger is here, like she's waiting for some kind of reaction. Maybe a meltdown. Mae thinks she's seen her around on the network.]

[And those are the first words out of her mouth. Mae blinks at her.]

Okay, who the eff even are you? Are you singling me out? Because I don't even know you. Or are you just, like, hanging around to judge people? Are you trying to get the shit kicked out of you? What the hell is your problem?

[He thinks he's seen her around, maybe spoken to her once. That kid, Riley--she was her friend, he thinks.]

[He has no idea why she's lurking outside his room, of all places.]

wow. really?

[He knows already. Like he needs a stranger to tell him.]

or i guess you don't have any choice but to be honest right now, like the rest of us. it's nice to know what kind of person someone is the second you meet them.

[This isn't like before. He can't just shut his mouth and have that be the end of it, because he needs to say something. It's like when he starts talking to somebody and loses track of what he's trying to say and starts bullshitting and he can see their eyes glaze over but he can't stop now because then it'd be worse.]

Tim this isn't...this isn't like the last time, when I asked you about Jessica--which, I mean, by the way, I still feel like kind of a piece of shit about, even though I still want to know, and I'm kinda pissed you haven't just told me, but, but--

[No no no no no. He's looking over at Tim, eyes blown wide with terror, but he can't stop.]

--but, I mean, it's almost like, like we're friends or something, and I don't want to think about that, because then I'd have to think about all the ways I've been a really, just, completely godawful friend, and I really don't want to be talking about this with an audience!

[His voice cracks on the last bit, high and hysterical in a way that's just...humiliating in every possible way.]

[Max props herself up quickly the moment someone speaks. She peers at the other person, confident she can rewind to avoid them- until she recognizes through the clould of cigarette smoke that it's Sans.

She groans and lays back down. Rewinding is out of the question now.]

Hey Sans.

[Her throat is raw after all the crying she did, so her voice is soft and strained. Cigarettes don't help with that, but it's worth it. She raises her cigarette to her lips as she stares at the ceiling.]

Are you avoiding everyone, too?

[They've both been down this road before. Hell, they've both pretty much said everything that...needed?...to be said already. There's barely anything left to hide.]

[So despite the fact that he's trying to avoid people, when he spots Chara, he can't help but be a bit relieved. If there's any two people here who know how to navigate this event, it's them.]

[And teleporting everywhere gets tiring. He'd rather sit down for a bit. Knitting, now there's an idea. There's a pretty damn good idea, actually. He's been neglecting it for months.]

if i grab some yarn and such, can you...remind me how to cast on? i always forget. can take it elsewhere if you'd rather be alone. knitting just sounds kinda perfect right now.

[Alphys is the safest and best person he can think to be around right now. They have nothing to really hide from each other. And god, after only a few hours of this event, Sans already wants a break from trying to dodge people. Why bother fighting it, anyway?]

[The Anime Club is the third place he checks and his grin when he spots her is completely genuine.]

hey, al. shitty event, huh?

[Coffee. It's coffee Natasha is drinking when she witnesses this particular feat of engineering. It's... not really all that impressive. Or surprising.

She figures they're all looking for distractions right now.]

Having fun?

[She knows he's not.]

[He finds her in the kitchen.]

[He stops dead in the doorway when he sees her. It's pretty unbelievably shitty that both of them are anywhere near each other during an event like this, after what happened last time. And yeah, a large part of him does think she probably likes this event. The truth part, maybe. Probably not the horrible memories playing on loops for anyone to watch. George is a lot of things, but she's not cruel. Not intentionally.]

[He stares at her long enough for both of them to acknowledge that, yeah, they are indeed in the same room. Then he drops his gaze and walks to the fridge without saying a word.]

[He just wants food.]

[...Shit.]

[The blood rushes to his head fast enough to give him a brief, awful feeling of vertigo, and oh god is he gonna throw up? He grits his teeth, breathes through his nose. No. No, he is not. Not this second, at least.]

I didn't think anybody was gonna be in here.

[His voice sounds off. Distantly, he guesses it's probably the fact that he was just crying. In public. Like he's the kind of person who cries in public instead of doing it when it's 3 AM and he's alone in his room like a normal person.]

Least of all, my, uh, my boss, because I definitely don't need you and your sister and the rest of this paper thinking I'm any more of a loser than I'm pretty sure you already do. And thanks for the offer, but I'm pretty sure if I tried to eat a gummy bear right now I'd either choke, throw up, or both.

Also, I hate this whole truth thing. A lot more than I expected.

[ Tsumiki has always been frantic, but this... feels particularly different. She just goes straight to the point with her plead. Come to think of it, he's been finding himself unable to control his tongue from time to time, too. Is there some connection there?

Ahh, whatever. More importantly, what she's saying about the room... judging from what Mondo has seen in his, it must've been the same for her. After all, that's what happened to some others he's encountered along the way here. It'd be exactly like what Alice warned them about ー the worst thing to happen to them ー for him, had he come after the mindscape fiasco happened. ]

Alright, alright, calm down. [ He begins picking her things up from the floor. ] 'm not goin' there, so chill out. 'Sides, haven't I seen all those stuff anyway? [ Since he's seen some of Tsumiki's... supposedly worst memories. Maybe not all, but how much worse can it be? He's seeing the same old shit in his room anyway. ]

[When Toriel spots Sans along the way, there is really only one thing that comes to mind.]

Oh, fuck.

[Now, normally she'd only say that internally, and show a little tact. But as she learned last time, that isn't an option, and she just... preemptively has her face in her hands, just resigned to the disaster that this will surely be.]

Please, no. I do not want to go through this again. I hate this event.

[He feels it along the connection first--distress, fear, shock. He's gotten good at recognizing it right away, and reacting accordingly. He's always had good reaction time.]

[He teleports into Mettaton's room, right at the moment when Mirrorton is stuffing a bound and gagged Mettaton under the bed.]

[Something kind of...breaks. There's too much of this lately. The last event, with the shapeshifters. Mirrors in general. All the bullshit that's gone on for a year now with Mirrorton. It doesn't occur to Sans right away that this could be some kind of memory--he doesn't even pick up on the fact that Mettaton's room looks a lot different.]

[He just--]

[The next thing he knows, Mirrorton's soul is blue, and he is flying backward out the window, and it all happens too fast for Mirrorton to even scream. There's a smash of glass, and he disappears out the window.]

[But a split second later, Mirrorton is simply back in the room, and the window is unbroken, and Mettaton is still under the bed.]

[So Sans does it again. Consciously, this time.]

[Then it's back to how it was a split second later, and Sans kind of...forgets where he is and what's happening. It's a Reset. It's gotta be a Reset, somehow--maybe Mirrorton has enough LV and Determination that he can do it too? Oh god, it must all just be Resetting, which means there's nothing Sans can do. If he tries to go for Mettaton instead, get him out of here, will it even work? Will time let him?]

dammit, goddammit--

[He throws Mirrorton out the window again, and nothing changes.]

His hair's packed with hopes and dreams that crashed down and burned somewhere in his life, not so much fun stuff there.

'Pretty common nightmare', though... Mondo raises an eyebrow at that. Is that all it's about? "That's all? You didn't see terrible memories and shit like that?" Despite the straightforward question, the expression in his face screams an obvious confusion and a 'wait fuck, what did I just blurt out?!'. It is what he wanted to ask, again, but not like this. Is he too tired that his tongue's doing all the work for him? Rubbing the side of his temple, he leans back to the couch.

No, he's not tired. "...What the fuck."

[Wonderland is why they can't have nice things.]

[The skeleton war on the screen isn't even funny anymore. It's just...noise and images. Tim looks like a deer in headlights, Jay is audibly panicking, Clementine...he doesn't know her that well, but she's just a kid. He didn't know she'd died until she says it. She's just a kid, and why does this shit keep happening to kids?]

[Funny how happiness disappears in an instant. It's why he doesn't trust it. And god, of all things, it's--honesty, is that it? Again? Again, seriously?]

listen.

[His voice is calm, because he is. He's calm. Tired. Resigned.]

i did this recently. don't try to fight it. you'll just give yourself a headache. try to...stay calm, which uh...i know is a useless thing to say. let's just--we can stay quiet and just head back to our rooms. postpone the rest of this. have a movie night sometime later if we're not all too--uh--humiliated to hang out again, i guess.

...clem, i'm really sorry you died. that shouldn't have happened. kids shouldn't die. which is f--fucking inane and hypocritical coming from me, but...

[He gives a very heavy sigh.]

let's...all just keep quiet and go, yeah?

Not hungry? [Her voice is rawer than usual, fatigue and emotion making it rough. Natasha approaches from one side and stops far enough away to be safe. She takes in his expressiohttps://seasonforpeaches.dreamwidth.org/n, her own eyes shadowed.

A cup of tea is cradled in her hands.] Don't blame you. I think I preferred the monsters.

"...oh."

That forward march, like he had somewhere he needed to be. Sans had a feeling, for a long time now. Remembers thinking months and months ago about passive vs. active, the way people look when they're looking over the edge of something.

This isn't even the first time. He saw Frisk's room. It's all fresh in his mind again. And before that moment, back when they were all just trying to corral Frisk before they could get the Extractor set up. Give it what it wants.

Not just them. Napstablook on the beach. Mettaton out in these same woods. Hearing too late about kids--in these same woods--and looking up what a narcissus was, putting it together over the course of days, only figuring it out long after he could have been of any use.

Not that he would have been.

It keeps happening. It keeps happening, and for some reason Sans is the one who ends up here. The worst possible person to stand between someone and what they want.

"don't."

He is tired. He's so tired, all the time. His whole life.

please, just. don't."

[He flinches. Not at the curse, but at the vehemence. She has a temper--he remembers that from Neverland. No wonder it was so easy for his subconscious to come up with a scenario where she almost kills him.]

yeah, uh, same. not the worst event. the worst event was the one with the second mansion and the mirrors, but that's, uh, personal bias.

[He tries for a grin and can't. He's always grinning, technically, but it looks as empty as it usually is this time. He can't even pretend.]

on the bright side, i suppose there isn't...all that much left for us to say to each other.

[It's nice that that's the truth, he supposes. He sighs.]

...i could just keep walking.

Aren't you two friends? ( Clementine blurts it out before she can help it, but they- she always thought Tim and Jay were. She told Jay as much, because why wouldn't they be? Her gaze turns to Saan then, breathing in sharp, shaking her head. Her chest still aches when she thinks of dying, being carried by Mae, waking up after. )

Sometimes shit makes it so kids are as likely to die as anybody else. It'd be hypocritical of me too. ( To say what Sans said. Clementine's pointed her gun at someone around her age before. That same kid is the one who shot her, trying to kill her. She's a dangerous little girl. She made herself that way. Sometimes they have to make themselves that way. )

Sans has a really good plan. Sorry you did this shit already. It's bullshit. People deserve their privacy. ( They deserve that much. They deserve to not blurt out truths when it's hard or painful. Truth can be a weapon. ) We can stuff food in our face on the way out. Maybe that'll help, but I'm not humiliated, and I don't fucking judge, and I still want to hang out again with you guys.

( She picks up candy bars to toss each of their ways. she doesn't have anything she cares that much to keep in. No secrets. She lies to stay alive, but she hasn't needed to do that here so she can be the last to leave. Let them get out and get far. )

Considering that I was expecting something where me and my family would die horribly, yes. This is not the worst. This is unpleasant but at least it is only unpleasant, and it can be avoided by just avoiding people and avoiding your room. I still hate it, though.

[She groans a bit, shaking her head.]

No, I do have something to say. Kind of. I do not know, honestly, just...

Alright. We both know what this is about, and Wonderland will absolutely not let me just go without saying it, so.

The truth is.

I have absolutely no idea how to feel.

[Toriel... looks like she's struggling to say that, really. To try and sort through her thoughts, figure out where she stands on the matter, unable to say anything that might be coming to mind because she just doesn't know if it's true, and finally... not saying anything, really.]

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