+ FOURTH WALL EVENT: FOREST PARTY +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: E V E R Y O N E
Where: The Forest!
When: Sept 7th to Sept 10th
Rating: G to PG-13 (please label higher ratings, thank you!)
Summary: Could it be that you (GASP!) don't want to be here? Do you maybe want to make like a tree and... leaf? Then how about you do the next best thing, and come to the woods to party! And don't forget to have a look at the Fourth Wall Master Post for event rules, puzzle clues, and more places to mingle!
The Story:

Beginning on September 7th, colourful ribbons will hang from several trees by the forest. Whoever follows their path will be guided deeper, right to the scene of a forest party.

Wooden benches, swings in all shapes and sizes, tree trunks, and other arrangements give plenty of opportunities to sit together. Tree houses and tents provide shelter, and come nightfall the festivities will light up for you.

Campfires provide additional light and warmth and a great place for ghost stories. Camping coolers store more than smores, and all around you nature twists and turns to give you room to dance to the music, to wander in the quiet, and to simply have a good time!

(...Are you the curiously perceptive, or the perceptively curious sort? If so, then you might also notice the small bird sitting on a branch nearby.)

Comments

[unvoid]

[Saudade.

He thinks that might be the term to which Sans is referring, but he does not mention it. Longing, wistfulness for something you know will never return.

He is back, briefly, and he will not be here for long. This he knows without question. Even a world such as this one cannot sustain him, a slew of negative energy, dark matter that is nowhere and everywhere.]

IN ANY CASE, I HOPE THIS IS SUFFICIENT.

[There is a softness to the words as they cut into the air, low and patient.]

GOODBYE, SANS.

[punful]

[That's not fair. That's not fair. Two simple words, signed and spelled out, exactly as they had been back then. Two words meant to close things, end things, and it hadn't been enough then and it's not enough now. One last glimpse of him and two simple words, and then darkness. And then absence. No monster-shaped hole in the world or in his life, sometimes not even a name to put to it, just a few scattered memories and absence, absence.]

[He tried so hard. Held on so damn tightly, when half the time he wished he could just forget the name and the monster who went with it. Forget the bad and forget the good in equal measure. Staring at the pieces of a world shattered and glued back together. Entropy in a closed system always increases. A glass falls off a table and breaks and no matter what you do, no matter what you do, it can never, ever be made unbroken.]

[He had given up. And it had killed him. It made it so much easier to give up on other things, one by one, until he had given up on almost everything.]

[Two words can't possibly sum all of that up. It's not enough.]

[It's never enough.]

[It's only...sufficient.]

[So he smiles, like always. Lifts his hands one more time.]

[Sans hadn't had time for words back then. Hadn't gotten to actually say goodbye.]

[Might as well do it right.]

[So he spells it out in his font, two words, like Gaster does now and like he did then.]

goodbye, gaster.

[unvoid]

[It has been...so long since he saw that name. Seeing it spelled out should rend the world in two. Should defy logic, reality, in all ways such things can be defied.

But it does not. It never did.

The world stays, and with the shuddering, silent roar of alternating currents and surfaces coming out of alignment, with the shriek of reality t e a r i n g at the seams and cutting itself apart as it did to bring him into nonexistence, the man who came from the other world...








...fell
back
into
his
creation.






Well, he was never really there in the first place, was he?