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

[vitaelamorte]

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!

Comments

[punful]

[They go quiet, and Sans says nothing, glancing up at them. They've gone all pale, shaky. They say they did fail, and he still doesn't answer. He gets it. They've never exactly shied away from the concept of death, but that first time must've been...]

[He decides to stop thinking about it. It's none of his business. He probably shouldn't have brought it up at all.]

[They slowly come back down, and he's patient, not saying a word until they do.]

that's a good way of putting it. dirt.

[His eyesockets lid partway as they talk about Frisk. What decisions were their own, and what were simply what everyone expected of them. No, what everyone wanted of them. Because most monsters expected something very different, and the point was that Frisk proved them wrong. But how much of it was trial and error? At what point must Frisk have started feeling like none of their decisions were really their own?]

[Another reason it's so easy for them to feel like they're not a good person.]

i think people...want something to blame, maybe. or someone. heh, that's probably why people come up with prophecies about angels and such. create someone to blame. if you can't blame someone else, you can blame yourself. i think because the idea that none of us really, uh...have that much control, that sometimes shit just happens, even to, uh...to really determined kids...i think that idea is just scary. to a lot of people. i dunno. i kinda see it as a comfort.

[He blames himself for plenty, and he blames other people for plenty other things, but it's exhausting. It wears you down. Sinks you into that rut like Chara mentioned. Realizing that the world is neutral and that things don't always happen for a reason is still kind of shitty, but at least then, it's no one's fault.]

maybe when you start blaming yourself for something, you find ways to...rationalize it. that there's something fundamentally wrong with you, and that's why the bad stuff is happening. and...heh. all it takes is one other person to agree with you, justify your reasons. and then it's like...locked in. stuck inside you. you blame yourself, and because one other person blames you too, it must be the truth.

[And it must have been a thousand times worse for the kids. An entire species blaming them--blaming two kids, without knowing the second was even there.]

[fulllifeconsequences]

There is nothing I hate more than not having control.

[That's a truth that comes out easily, because it's one of the most vehement truths they have. Why do they hate humanity so much? What did they feel on that bed of golden flowers? What drove them to help their partner eradicate all of the monsters they had once been willing to die for, to claim ownership of that vile, loathsome timeline? What makes their gut clench with mistrust and fear when faced with adults and all the abhorrent power in their too-big, too-warm hands?]

I think... I would rather be a demon than be a victim.

[Is there anything worse than worthless pity? Is there anything more painful than being a cautionary tale, an unavoidable tragedy, the sad little footnote that has to be left behind in the poor prince's story?]

I would rather be dead than be a victim.

[Anything is better than helplessness.]

I can't think of anything I loathe more than that... blasé passivity. There were a thousand points where it could have been stopped. Ten thousand points where someone could have spoken up or acted differently and diverted it all. Tragedies only snowball when people decide from the get-go that it's something that cannot be helped.

[A single human who was willing to hear that monster in the flowerbed out. A single teacher or neighbour who was willing to ask the question that needed to be asked. A single person pointing out that the lesson that had been taught was perhaps not the best one to have learned. How many Resets were born of Papyrus believing in them? How many were born of choosing to spare the one and only monster who had been willing to stand up to another monster for you, and seeing the tension leave their face as they announced they KNEW it, they had to tell Undyne she was wrong about you?]

I would rather live in a world where cruelty isn't senseless or unavoidable. I would rather have a world with villains, because they can be stopped. An uncaring, hostile universe cannot.

[punful]

...yeah.

[Flat, simple agreement. He knew that much about them. And they're right. There isn't much that is worse than not having control.]

[But there are a few things. Or maybe he only thinks so because he got used to it so early on.]

[Maybe it's just that the Worst Thing isn't just one, universal thing.]

it's not always about passivity. sometimes someone...does stand up. someone tries everything they can to stop it. and it--happens anyway.

[Papyrus. There must have been times, lots and lots of times, where it stopped there. But there are plenty of other times where it didn't.]

[He sighs quietly.]

that would be nice, wouldn't it? it would be easier.

[Simple. One anomaly in a hallway. Stop it, and whatever's left of the world survives. One evil anomaly, because that must be what they are, right? Evil. A villain.]

how do villains get made, though? where do they come from? something happened to make them that way, yeah? something pushed them to that point. maybe someone hurt them. maybe there were other villains before them that made them like that. and those villains, what made them? other villains, back before them? and back, and back, and back...and around and around.

[He starts a new row.]

eventually, someone decides that it stops here. someone QUITs. you can break that one chain, maybe a few others, but there's...so many, kid. there's so much of it. if you can't save the whole world, then you just save whatever you can.

[You hold on to what you have. You hold onto anything. One person, one HoPe. In the face of that uncaring universe, it's all you can do. And he's sick of letting go all the time.]

[He gives a soft, mirthless breath of laughter.]

victims. heh, that's how us monsters think of ourselves, isn't it? for awhile there underground, i thought of myself as a victim. it turned out i was...the other thing, huh.