Two bodies. So there was someone else, too. And Tim did say, back at movie night...
No, this is stupid. He shouldn't listen to the Shadow. What is he doing? These things are just--illusions, just a part of an event. Nothing but lies.
He can't help flinching as the Shadow describes it. Shouldn't be listening, but he can't not. The damn Shadow is too loud. The throat. He can imagine it. Humans...they bleed so much when anything damages their necks. He has no idea why. It's like that's where all the blood is and really, how can--how can creatures with so much substance and solidness be filled with so much liquid?
"okay. shut up."
The Shadow doesn't hear him or Tim, or it just ignores them both. It keeps going. The Shadow is watching with rapt, weepy attention, tears spilling down its face.
"this--isn't the time or place for any of this. i'm sick of knowing people's deep dark secrets any--"
"don't lie. stop lying all the time! knowing is how we protect ourselves. now--now we know tim can't be trusted!"
"stop it."
"what if he tries to kill you? he might! if he killed one person, he can do it again! you know how LOVE works."
"not in other worlds, i don't. i'm not listening to this."
"he's dangerous! he could hurt us! he already hates us...he could hurt us so easily! we can't trust him! he's too dangerous!"
Sans presses a hand to his forehead.
"everyone is dangerous. literally everyone. LOVE or no LOVE, it...1 point is the same as 99999. it's all the same. half the people i know could kill me by accident. so just--someone being dangerous to me isn't a good enough argument. try again."
"it's one of the reasons we can't trust anyone...no matter how much we want to. why? why is it so hard? it was easy when all you had to do was relate on how broken you both were. right? sans...you came out too wrong to ever get anything right."
Sans looks over at Tim, trying to meet his gaze. This is fucked up. This is all so fucked up, and it's too hot, and it's hard to breathe, and the only reason they ever got along in the first place was because they both understood misery. Self-imposed and otherwise.
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No, this is stupid. He shouldn't listen to the Shadow. What is he doing? These things are just--illusions, just a part of an event. Nothing but lies.
He can't help flinching as the Shadow describes it. Shouldn't be listening, but he can't not. The damn Shadow is too loud. The throat. He can imagine it. Humans...they bleed so much when anything damages their necks. He has no idea why. It's like that's where all the blood is and really, how can--how can creatures with so much substance and solidness be filled with so much liquid?
"okay. shut up."
The Shadow doesn't hear him or Tim, or it just ignores them both. It keeps going. The Shadow is watching with rapt, weepy attention, tears spilling down its face.
"this--isn't the time or place for any of this. i'm sick of knowing people's deep dark secrets any--"
"don't lie. stop lying all the time! knowing is how we protect ourselves. now--now we know tim can't be trusted!"
"stop it."
"what if he tries to kill you? he might! if he killed one person, he can do it again! you know how LOVE works."
"not in other worlds, i don't. i'm not listening to this."
"he's dangerous! he could hurt us! he already hates us...he could hurt us so easily! we can't trust him! he's too dangerous!"
Sans presses a hand to his forehead.
"everyone is dangerous. literally everyone. LOVE or no LOVE, it...1 point is the same as 99999. it's all the same. half the people i know could kill me by accident. so just--someone being dangerous to me isn't a good enough argument. try again."
"it's one of the reasons we can't trust anyone...no matter how much we want to. why? why is it so hard? it was easy when all you had to do was relate on how broken you both were. right? sans...you came out too wrong to ever get anything right."
Sans looks over at Tim, trying to meet his gaze. This is fucked up. This is all so fucked up, and it's too hot, and it's hard to breathe, and the only reason they ever got along in the first place was because they both understood misery. Self-imposed and otherwise.
It's so fucked up.