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entrancelogs2018-04-30 08:19 pm
punful) wrote in entrancelogs2018-04-30 08:19 pm
[OPEN] it came from nowhere
Who: Sans and YOU
Where: The mansion, the grounds and the caves
When: 4/28 - 5/02
Rating: PG-13 for violence and character death
Summary: Sans tries to keep his promise to Shepard until the Indoctrination gets him.
The Story:
A: The Roof/Grounds: 4/28 - 4/29: what good has the news ever done me
Sans is not a hero. Never has been, never will be. And he's notoriously bad at keeping promises. His agreement with Shepard, back when she was forming the whole Wonderland defense group--or whatever it's called--was less of a promise and more of a...offer. Like a favor. He can teleport people to safety if need be, like the world's laziest extraction plan.
It's really the least he can do.
So for the first two days, he periodically goes to a window or up to the roof to look out at the Reaper and see if there's anyone out on the grounds or in the hills. If he spots anyone who seems to be wandering too close to the Reaper, he'll teleport nearby--off to the side, as he's not trying to startle anyone. It becomes a little more harrowing once people start showing signs of...not quite being all there anymore.
"hey, it seems kinda dangerous out here. let's go back to the mansion, yeah? i know a shortcut."
If they seem like they can't be convinced, he'll leave them alone.
B: The Kitchen: 4/30: it's just the radio, darling
It's getting bad. Something has gone wrong and he can feel something else creeping around in his head and starting to push its way into his soul. He's been careful--he's always careful. He hasn't stayed outside or anywhere near the Reaper for longer than it takes to teleport someone to safety. And yet as the day continues, he feels it getting stronger and stronger, his sense of self starting to unravel.
Something must be in the mansion.
He gives up on trying to rescue people who want to go investigate the Reapear, because at this point there's a lot of people heading that way, too many to bother. He stays inside, away from windows and electronics, eventually sort of holing up in the kitchen.
He makes pancakes. He makes a lot of pancakes. It's a good enough distraction for awhile. And even brainwashed people need to eat.
C: The Caves: 5/1 - 5/2: shouldn't there be screaming, praying, crying
Once it gets too bad to say in the mansion, Sans heads for the caves. He tries to track down any friends and family before then, trying to get them to come with him. If any of them are even left.
The caves are safe and quiet, but the presence in his head doesn't go away. It doesn't get any stronger, but it's still there the whole time, whispering and urging him to just come on out, come check out the cool alien, cause he loves space, doesn't he? Shouldn't he want to see an alien spaceship up close?
He manages to resist. He tries to sleep. Tries to make conversation with whoever's nearby.
On the last day, the world feels like it's coming apart. The ground shakes. There's the sound of explosions. Distant screaming. Dust and small stones begin to fall from the ceiling. Some of these caves are probably gonna collapse, he thinks. It's the apocalypse, and he's underground for it again.
Feels like he's come full circle.
If anyone's nearby, he'll try to keep the mood light. Might as well laugh in the face of imminent death, right?
"hey. you, uh. wanna hear a joke?"
Where: The mansion, the grounds and the caves
When: 4/28 - 5/02
Rating: PG-13 for violence and character death
Summary: Sans tries to keep his promise to Shepard until the Indoctrination gets him.
The Story:
A: The Roof/Grounds: 4/28 - 4/29: what good has the news ever done me
Sans is not a hero. Never has been, never will be. And he's notoriously bad at keeping promises. His agreement with Shepard, back when she was forming the whole Wonderland defense group--or whatever it's called--was less of a promise and more of a...offer. Like a favor. He can teleport people to safety if need be, like the world's laziest extraction plan.
It's really the least he can do.
So for the first two days, he periodically goes to a window or up to the roof to look out at the Reaper and see if there's anyone out on the grounds or in the hills. If he spots anyone who seems to be wandering too close to the Reaper, he'll teleport nearby--off to the side, as he's not trying to startle anyone. It becomes a little more harrowing once people start showing signs of...not quite being all there anymore.
"hey, it seems kinda dangerous out here. let's go back to the mansion, yeah? i know a shortcut."
If they seem like they can't be convinced, he'll leave them alone.
B: The Kitchen: 4/30: it's just the radio, darling
It's getting bad. Something has gone wrong and he can feel something else creeping around in his head and starting to push its way into his soul. He's been careful--he's always careful. He hasn't stayed outside or anywhere near the Reaper for longer than it takes to teleport someone to safety. And yet as the day continues, he feels it getting stronger and stronger, his sense of self starting to unravel.
Something must be in the mansion.
He gives up on trying to rescue people who want to go investigate the Reapear, because at this point there's a lot of people heading that way, too many to bother. He stays inside, away from windows and electronics, eventually sort of holing up in the kitchen.
He makes pancakes. He makes a lot of pancakes. It's a good enough distraction for awhile. And even brainwashed people need to eat.
C: The Caves: 5/1 - 5/2: shouldn't there be screaming, praying, crying
Once it gets too bad to say in the mansion, Sans heads for the caves. He tries to track down any friends and family before then, trying to get them to come with him. If any of them are even left.
The caves are safe and quiet, but the presence in his head doesn't go away. It doesn't get any stronger, but it's still there the whole time, whispering and urging him to just come on out, come check out the cool alien, cause he loves space, doesn't he? Shouldn't he want to see an alien spaceship up close?
He manages to resist. He tries to sleep. Tries to make conversation with whoever's nearby.
On the last day, the world feels like it's coming apart. The ground shakes. There's the sound of explosions. Distant screaming. Dust and small stones begin to fall from the ceiling. Some of these caves are probably gonna collapse, he thinks. It's the apocalypse, and he's underground for it again.
Feels like he's come full circle.
If anyone's nearby, he'll try to keep the mood light. Might as well laugh in the face of imminent death, right?
"hey. you, uh. wanna hear a joke?"
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She did something to Sans, too. They had an argument or something. She wouldn't have hurt him, right? Not over an argument.
And he wouldn't have hurt her. Right?
She swallows hard, painfully. "-I'm- I'm s-sorry too-" She can hardly get the words out around her sobs. "I-"
There's a tinge of green around her feet. She can feel his skeleton fingers wrapping weakly around her ankle. Barely even there.
The pain starts to ease. The unrelenting agony slowly lessens. It could be the best thing she's ever felt- she's not sure. Can't be sure of anything. But the relief is indescribable.
"Sans...?"
Everything's less painful, but no less vague. She feels incredibly lightheaded. Though the wounds on her hands close, they're still covered in blood- the skin still pale, pale white- still trembling with the effort of holding them aloft. She can barely even get her head to lift, to look at Sans.
He looks... so bad. Missing teeth. That huge crack. Did she do all that? Max Caulfield?
The green light fades and they're plunged into the dark of the caverns once again- and her voice is tiny and scared in the dim light.
"Sans...?"
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He feels his magic peter out, the green fading. Doesn't know if he helped or not. Doesn't know if he changed a goddamn thing. She's still crying. She's saying his name. He should answer. He should apologize. If he could just--
If he could--
Did he help at all?
It's starting to hurt less.
It's fine. It's just two days. That's nothing. That's fine. Maybe no one will have to find out. Maybe Papyrus won't cry. Maybe she won't blame herself.
He tries to tell her it's okay, but the magic that lets him speak is gone. And he's gone too.
There's nothing but dust and silence.
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For a moment she can't believe it. But the unnerving quiet, the ashen dust at her feet- did he leave her? Did he... die?
No- she- she has to be imagining this. This has to be one of her old nightmares again. Visions. When she messed with time too much. That's all it is. Messed up time. That's all.
She shakes with suppressed sobs, quietly letting her head settle back onto the ground. Trying not to think about the hand that was around her ankle moment, and gone the next. Trying not to think about how alone she is. How much she wishes Chloe was here, just to cradle Max's head.
The rocky ceiling above her is cracked and loose, stones and dust falling around her now and then. She should move- escape,get out, before whatever she and Sans did proves too much for the tunnel to take. Before it all comes crumbling down on her.
But her limbs won't move. There's so much blood around her. On her. Her breathing still comes in shallow bursts, and her head feels so, so light.
She's so tired.
She wants to sleep.
Her sobs slow, her muscles loosen. She focuses on her breathing, rhytmic and comforting now that the pain has subsided. Whole minutes pass as she lies there, and her mind wanders off into thoughts about nothing.
She never finds out if the tunnels collapse- they grow darker and darker as she drifts off into a deep, deep sleep.
She wakes up a day later.