+ Your imagination can't hurt you! +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: YOU!
Where: The Mindscape
When: starting November 11th
Rating: may be up to R for character deaths
Summary: Navigate challenges to learn valuable lessons about nonviolence, cooperation, and self-sacrifice! Release your inner animal! Read more about the event here, and on the bulletin board.
The Story:




"If you know yourself, you have nothing to fear."
"Working together is the only way."
"Deaths are a necessary part of life, but not all deaths are necessary."
"The needs of the many outweigh the life of just one."

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[mypartnerintime]

[He should just leave! He can!

Her feet slip off the floor. She has to tread now to keep her head above water. And she's no swimmer- in a few minutes she'll get tired and... and all of this is starting to feel very real. She could really drown. He could really screw up his teleport. They could really die.

The sound of rushing water echoes throughout the room. She stares up at the ceiling, wondering how far away it is, but all she can see is darkness. Drowning is one of the worst possible deaths she can imagine.

Her voice takes on an undeniably desperate tone. She sounds so small...]

Sans, I'm... so sorry! I swear, I didn't know that I could- do this anymore. I got so mad at you because I wanted to forget all about it, but I can't, I never- it-

[God she's not making sense. Part of her makes her feel like this whole idea is terrible, but she can't just... let herself die.

Won't.

The water is still rising. Her arms are getting tired.]

I'm going to- I have to rewind. I'm gonna fall and you have to catch me. Catch me and- and bring me to the other side- okay, Sans? You have to remember. Try. Please?

[She can't hear him. Maybe he's underwater. Maybe the rooms are too full, distorting sound, the water blocking sound from travelling across the metal door.

She just has to pray that he's fast enough. That's he's... weird enough to vaguely remember what he's supposed to do after the rewind.

Maybe he isn't. Maybe she'll die, and that'll be that. Maybe he won't even try. And she won't have the right to be mad.

She holds out a hand.

The water around her goes completely still- then it starts to flow again, but backwards, swirling away, climbing up the walls into hidden pipes, gurgling back down to wherever it came from.

The waterline recedes, first slowly, then faster, the whole room draining away. She stays where she is, floating several feet above the ground, listening hard in the dark.

She feels a wind in the room, tugging at her- hears it roar and echo among the stone walls- can just barely make out the sounds of her and Sans shouting across the door, can hear his attempts to break through, a minte ago- two minutes ago- three.

Time continues to sprint back. The world around her shifts and changes in high speed, and she listens to it all with a resigned weariness.

Three and a half minutes.

She jerks her head up as she hears a rumbling sound, the stone roof sliding away. She has to squint at the light that finally hits her, after what felt like ages in the dark- and she's shocked at how high she is already, several feet off the ground.

A loud metallic bang makes her look straight ahead, right as the door slides away.

Four minutes.

She can see Sans-