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entrancelogs2017-03-10 09:07 pm
punful) wrote in entrancelogs2017-03-10 09:07 pm
are there dogs inside? [OPEN]
Who: Sans and YOU
Where: The True Lab and Rick's Lab
When: Throughout the event
Rating: PG - PG-13, will adjust as needed
Summary: A tiny skeleton walks into a lab. What happens next will warm your heart!
The Story:
A: The Beds - it's easier to bury your head in the sand
So, yanno, this is fine. It's only the third time Wonderland is decided, hey, let's make Sans even smaller than he already is, so at this point he's almost used to it. He even got to keep his memories this time, so that's a plus.
The downside is basically everything else. Not only is he smaller, he's also weaker, and it's not like Sans was ever a particularly strong monster. He's got no magic and no real way to defend himself short of running away, and while the Amalgamates are theoretically harmless, it's awfully easy for one of their weird attacks to knock out that 1 HP.
So Sans did what he does best--he went to sleep and tried to ignore everything.
He's been hiding under one of the beds in the lab's central area, napping on and off for the past few hours, occasionally poking his head out to see if anyone is nearby. Or if any of the Amalgamates are coming to eat him. It's awfully easy to sink into the nonsensical "they're definitely going to eat me" mindset at this age.
B: Puzzles - just another set of ideas
Once that weird old man's post goes up, it becomes apparent what this is all gonna be about. Avoid danger, solve some puzzles, find the macguffin and save your life. It's annoying, but Sans figures this is just about the best scenario that could have possibly happened, given the content of these events. Things could be a hell of a lot worse, and that's given the fact that he's like two feet tall and has occasional bouts of shakiness.
Monsters are pretty good at puzzles, though, and jigsaw puzzles are easier than switch or block puzzles. They're just more time consuming. It doesn't help that he's constantly distracted by watching for Amalgamates, or the weird sensation of being here doing a puzzle and also being somewhere else, slowly dying in a vat.
Still, he's doing his best, and he's generally happy to help anyone else with the puzzles. Collab, bro?
C: Keys - i've got nostalgia running through me and i don't like it
Time to find those keys or whatever. The hallways are more dangerous than the room with all the beds, though, and Sans doesn't know his way around. This is the most he's ever seen of the lab. He's not even sure how accurate the layout is.
No choice, though. He can feel time slowly running out. Gotta find those keys and find his real body, and that means braving the hallways and creepy fogged over rooms. You'd think Alphys had installed smoke machines down here or something.
Hopefully an Amalgamate doesn't show up, right?
D: Bad Memory - and now it follows me every day
Something's been following Sans for a little while now. Something bad. Every time he looks behind him to try and see it, it disappears.
Occasionally his phone rings, but Sans knows better than to answer it. He never met this one, but...call it instinct. A looming sense of dread. By now he's visibly nervous. He's had enough of bad memories lately, and he'd really rather avoid this one.
E: The Vats - i relive it, i relive it
He's made it to the lower lab, and now it's just a matter of finding his body. He's worn out and disheveled and just generally very ready to be done with all this bullshit. There's a lot of vats down here, though, so finding the one with the skeleton in it might take a bit. He's probably also going to need help with that whole "transferring consciousness" thing.
Where: The True Lab and Rick's Lab
When: Throughout the event
Rating: PG - PG-13, will adjust as needed
Summary: A tiny skeleton walks into a lab. What happens next will warm your heart!
The Story:
A: The Beds - it's easier to bury your head in the sand
So, yanno, this is fine. It's only the third time Wonderland is decided, hey, let's make Sans even smaller than he already is, so at this point he's almost used to it. He even got to keep his memories this time, so that's a plus.
The downside is basically everything else. Not only is he smaller, he's also weaker, and it's not like Sans was ever a particularly strong monster. He's got no magic and no real way to defend himself short of running away, and while the Amalgamates are theoretically harmless, it's awfully easy for one of their weird attacks to knock out that 1 HP.
So Sans did what he does best--he went to sleep and tried to ignore everything.
He's been hiding under one of the beds in the lab's central area, napping on and off for the past few hours, occasionally poking his head out to see if anyone is nearby. Or if any of the Amalgamates are coming to eat him. It's awfully easy to sink into the nonsensical "they're definitely going to eat me" mindset at this age.
B: Puzzles - just another set of ideas
Once that weird old man's post goes up, it becomes apparent what this is all gonna be about. Avoid danger, solve some puzzles, find the macguffin and save your life. It's annoying, but Sans figures this is just about the best scenario that could have possibly happened, given the content of these events. Things could be a hell of a lot worse, and that's given the fact that he's like two feet tall and has occasional bouts of shakiness.
Monsters are pretty good at puzzles, though, and jigsaw puzzles are easier than switch or block puzzles. They're just more time consuming. It doesn't help that he's constantly distracted by watching for Amalgamates, or the weird sensation of being here doing a puzzle and also being somewhere else, slowly dying in a vat.
Still, he's doing his best, and he's generally happy to help anyone else with the puzzles. Collab, bro?
C: Keys - i've got nostalgia running through me and i don't like it
Time to find those keys or whatever. The hallways are more dangerous than the room with all the beds, though, and Sans doesn't know his way around. This is the most he's ever seen of the lab. He's not even sure how accurate the layout is.
No choice, though. He can feel time slowly running out. Gotta find those keys and find his real body, and that means braving the hallways and creepy fogged over rooms. You'd think Alphys had installed smoke machines down here or something.
Hopefully an Amalgamate doesn't show up, right?
D: Bad Memory - and now it follows me every day
Something's been following Sans for a little while now. Something bad. Every time he looks behind him to try and see it, it disappears.
Occasionally his phone rings, but Sans knows better than to answer it. He never met this one, but...call it instinct. A looming sense of dread. By now he's visibly nervous. He's had enough of bad memories lately, and he'd really rather avoid this one.
E: The Vats - i relive it, i relive it
He's made it to the lower lab, and now it's just a matter of finding his body. He's worn out and disheveled and just generally very ready to be done with all this bullshit. There's a lot of vats down here, though, so finding the one with the skeleton in it might take a bit. He's probably also going to need help with that whole "transferring consciousness" thing.
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His arms ache, his skin bright and cold with the moisture still clinging to him, his muscles trembling, arms apparently unable to support his weight. Something mounted onto the wall digs into the small of his back as he drops his weight against it, but he's trembling too violently to prop himself up on his arms any longer.]
'S fine. I'm - I'm fine. Just -
[His gaze drifts to the prone child's shape in the corner. His knees draw themselves up to his chest, inadvertent, his eyes dropping back to the tiled floor as his Adam's apple bobs in a grim swallow.]
Just gimme a minute.
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okay. [He doesn't try to approach any further. Kinda doubts Tim wants a skeleton up in his personal bubble right now.]
just breathe. okaky?
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For the best. For everyone.]
Yeah.
[A few low, rattling breaths. He's - fuck. He's cold. Can't stop shaking. Neither of those are good signs. Synonymous with any other kind of symptoms you'd expect to have after your body's been floating in a tank of goo for days, though, right?
Right.
Nothing weird. Not yet.]
Th-thanks. For helping.
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[Tim says thanks and...there's a little rush of something warm in his soul. He actually--he actually helped, didn't he? He was useful.]
y...yeah. um...
[He crouches down, still not approaching because he figures Tim wants the distance. Knows he doesn't like pale things, anyway.]
do you...want that water now? i, i could find you a blanket or something. there's closets all over. there might be blankets or, or something.
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[Word emerges too sharp, too fast. He's gotta...he has to wake up. Get up. Pull himself together, get his shit into shape. Breathe. Breathe. Even if it still feels like there's something caught in his throat.]
I - I mean - I'll be okay. I think.
[It'll take him a minute. Several minutes. Maybe longer. But he's back to himself, back to his body, and it'll be okay. It - has to be.
It'll be okay.]
W-we still gotta...are you okay?
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[It's different now. It feels different, because it's not a kid talking to him anymore, not someone about his age that he was confiding in. It's an adult. He's not too sure where the cut-off point is between kid and adult for humans, but Tim is definitely on the other side now.]
[And, well, it wasn't really real to begin with. But it's different, because now it's a kid and an adult, and Sans feels...]
[Smaller.]
yeah. yeah, i'm fine.
[Tim probably still wants to help Sans, huh? But the poor guy is shivering, not breathing right.]
[Sans can't ask him to go through this a second time.]
just rest, okay?
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[He's right. He does still want to - need to help. There's still that compulsion boiling in his chest, that need to do something, to do more than he's been doing. A sensation he doesn't have a name to, because he never learned what "DT" stood for.]
We gotta - get you back. Right?
[Sans helped him. Now he should help Sans back, right? He - he owes him, for all the help he's given him thus far.]
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[He thinks about the small body still crumpled on the table behind him, about Tim struggling his way to the surface of the liquid.]
that...that was really rough, right? i just--i don't think i can ask you to go through all that again. you've already helped, yanno? we've covered way more ground, so...i have a better idea of where to look now.
[He thinks about Tim having to watch this child body of his going to dust once Sans gets himself switched. Remembers the tunnels, almost a year ago, and Dipper dragging himself away to throw up after Papyrus went to dust.]
there's...things that happens to us monsters when we... you should just rest for awhile, yanno? can you even stand?
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[He should what? And - why? He's someone who damages whatever he touches, whose proximity is toxic, whose presence is poison. He shouldn't...maybe he's right.
(Maybe he's Wright. Ha.)
There's something bright buried in the center of his chest, a spark that was placed there after his body buckled beneath the machine and never died out, even when he blinked from the child to the man.
Maybe it's in the soul.]
You sure?
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[He smiles suddenly despite himself.]
and, and this is gonna sound weird, but i'm--glad i got to help you? i never help anyone. usually i just make things worse, h-heh.
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He swallows, hard, eyes slipping shut.]
Just...I guess gimme a shout. If you need it.
[Makes sense, sure. But it won't keep him from feeling any less shit about it.]
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[One way or another.]
[He starts to turn away.]
thank you, tim.
[And with that, he's gone.]
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[He did something right. Kind of. Not so...not exactly well. That'd be asking too much. He didn't fuck it up beyond all recognition, and that's its own miracle.
Probably shouldn't push it.
When he looks up next, Sans is gone. There's nothing but the hollow tremble against the wet tile and the chill of his breath in his lungs.]