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[ That's got to be it, right? He's getting some sort of memory feedback from the dad timeline, or whatever. And also ones with giant magic ladies. So, you know, all sorts of cool stuff.
That's the only thing that makes sense to Greg, and it sounds something resembling plausible to someone who has no idea what he's talking about. He looks to Sans, hopeful for confirmation, but... ]
Uh... bud?
[ It's a rapid deflation as he looks at his friend. Come on, man, you gotta talk to him, you're the smart one here and he's never going to get anything on his own. ]
That's the only thing that makes sense to Greg, and it sounds something resembling plausible to someone who has no idea what he's talking about. He looks to Sans, hopeful for confirmation, but... ]
Uh... bud?
[ It's a rapid deflation as he looks at his friend. Come on, man, you gotta talk to him, you're the smart one here and he's never going to get anything on his own. ]
[It sinks in like a heavy weight. The feeling is familiar but distant, like something from years ago, but still relevant. He doesn't know the details, but...]
This has happened before.
[It's overwhelming, to say the least. He doesn't know how to phrase it to Greg - none of this is objective fact, it's just his personal experience. But how could it be so similar? His voice becomes darker.]
I remember.
This has happened before.
[It's overwhelming, to say the least. He doesn't know how to phrase it to Greg - none of this is objective fact, it's just his personal experience. But how could it be so similar? His voice becomes darker.]
I remember.
This...? You mean...?
[ There's a lot of things that he could be referring to, given the scope of their conversation, but one aspect of it is clear enough. Greg leans in, voice hushed. ]
Sans, are you--are you saying you're a time traveler?
[ Even in the context of their awful situation, and even seeing how clearly distraught Sans is over this recalled fact... Greg just can't quite keep the tone of awe out of his voice. He knows he should, that this is bigger than his dumb sci-fi fantasies but... he can't help himself. ]
[ There's a lot of things that he could be referring to, given the scope of their conversation, but one aspect of it is clear enough. Greg leans in, voice hushed. ]
Sans, are you--are you saying you're a time traveler?
[ Even in the context of their awful situation, and even seeing how clearly distraught Sans is over this recalled fact... Greg just can't quite keep the tone of awe out of his voice. He knows he should, that this is bigger than his dumb sci-fi fantasies but... he can't help himself. ]
No.
[There is something emphatic about it, but not because Greg's question was stupid. Far from. It doesn't seem like there could be such a thing as a stupid question with so many possibilities at play.
But no. Even if he doesn't know the details, he knows, instinctually, that him not being able to time travel was the whole problem. Or part of it, anyway.]
But someone else was.
[His gaze stays on the ceiling, lost in thought.]
I remembered something earlier - me talking to someone about timelines. About how I knew that they'd been shifting because I'd been studying the phenomenon - some kind of anomaly, I called it. And about how...they were just going to get reset back to a certain point. Over and over. And only me and the...the kid I was talking to about it knew. Because it was their fault.
[There is something emphatic about it, but not because Greg's question was stupid. Far from. It doesn't seem like there could be such a thing as a stupid question with so many possibilities at play.
But no. Even if he doesn't know the details, he knows, instinctually, that him not being able to time travel was the whole problem. Or part of it, anyway.]
But someone else was.
[His gaze stays on the ceiling, lost in thought.]
I remembered something earlier - me talking to someone about timelines. About how I knew that they'd been shifting because I'd been studying the phenomenon - some kind of anomaly, I called it. And about how...they were just going to get reset back to a certain point. Over and over. And only me and the...the kid I was talking to about it knew. Because it was their fault.
[ Greg still can't believe he's having this conversation in complete seriousness. It's something they used to joke about, but now it feels like the most deadly important, deeply real subject they've ever gone over. And they were talking about the morality of murder a couple minutes ago.
Perhaps it's the realization of how very real his all is--even if it's all theorizing, Greg's seen too much to think of it as anything but real--that's making it harder to keep up with something he spoke of so lightly before. There's a pressure to try and get it right, and Greg doesn't know if he can.
But he does pick up on one connecting thread of Sans', loud and clear. ]
This is the same kid, huh?
Perhaps it's the realization of how very real his all is--even if it's all theorizing, Greg's seen too much to think of it as anything but real--that's making it harder to keep up with something he spoke of so lightly before. There's a pressure to try and get it right, and Greg doesn't know if he can.
But he does pick up on one connecting thread of Sans', loud and clear. ]
This is the same kid, huh?
Yeah.
[He closes his eyes. It's hard to say if the kid is just that important to his life over all, or if they were just pivotal to certain key events. There just isn't enough context for it all. How much information is he even missing? Either way, they are apparently quite memorable, in more than once sense.]
Finally explains why I have such variable opinions of them. I feel like how much of a fucker they felt like being was the major cause of the discrepancies between each timeline.
[He closes his eyes. It's hard to say if the kid is just that important to his life over all, or if they were just pivotal to certain key events. There just isn't enough context for it all. How much information is he even missing? Either way, they are apparently quite memorable, in more than once sense.]
Finally explains why I have such variable opinions of them. I feel like how much of a fucker they felt like being was the major cause of the discrepancies between each timeline.
But you're still getting memories from those different timelines.
[ Does this feed into the theory that they're getting some sort of memory feedback between dimensions? Or is it something even more special to Sans? In either case, it only brings up more questions than it solves. Greg scratches as his hair, blowing out a long exhale. ]
Well. If I can say... I dunno about any of the rest of it. It all sounds really messed up. But being some sort of... time... scientist... still sounds pretty badass.
[ So you've got that going for you. ]
[ Does this feed into the theory that they're getting some sort of memory feedback between dimensions? Or is it something even more special to Sans? In either case, it only brings up more questions than it solves. Greg scratches as his hair, blowing out a long exhale. ]
Well. If I can say... I dunno about any of the rest of it. It all sounds really messed up. But being some sort of... time... scientist... still sounds pretty badass.
[ So you've got that going for you. ]
[Sans slowly sits up, a bewildered grin on his face. Definitely grinning, though - what a silly comment. Charmingly, so. Considering it all, it had felt almost normal, and hearing Greg comment on it somehow puts that into perspective.
He laughs, in a good-natured way. He feels like he needed that, at the moment.]
Don't it ever, though? [He leans back, his arms crossed behind his head, smiling.] Some kind of wizard, too, from the looks of things.
[A very talented doomed time loop man indeed.]
He laughs, in a good-natured way. He feels like he needed that, at the moment.]
Don't it ever, though? [He leans back, his arms crossed behind his head, smiling.] Some kind of wizard, too, from the looks of things.
[A very talented doomed time loop man indeed.]
You're a time scientist wizard.
[ Greg crosses his arms squints at him, making a big show of how dubious he is. ]
Sans, buddy. I might have to make another EP about you.
[ Greg crosses his arms squints at him, making a big show of how dubious he is. ]
Sans, buddy. I might have to make another EP about you.
[Also a skeleton, but he hasn't figured that out yet due to his own tendency to keep his hands in his pockets and to wear mittens. Whoops.
He is extremely amused.]
Hey, as long as you don't draw any of those fantasy cheesecake art pieces of me, you have my permission.
[You are invited to imagine a cheesecake style poster of Sans - except no, fandom has already done that I'm sure.]
He is extremely amused.]
Hey, as long as you don't draw any of those fantasy cheesecake art pieces of me, you have my permission.
[You are invited to imagine a cheesecake style poster of Sans - except no, fandom has already done that I'm sure.]
Nah, I'm envisioning like... posing in front of a wormhole, wearing a tattered lab coat and a bandolier full of volatile beakers and test tubes, and like... some cool fire effect on your hands, probably...
[ Look out, he's absolutely getting way into this.Totally creating some tumblr fanart in his head. ]
Well he's peer-reviewed, baby
So don't cross the line,
The only way to shake him is to
Run through time!
[ Look out, he's absolutely getting way into this.
Well he's peer-reviewed, baby
So don't cross the line,
The only way to shake him is to
Run through time!
[As far as he knows there are no cool flame effects on his hands in reality, but he doesn't have the heart to break that to Greg now. Having a heavy metal artist make up a song about your theoretical magic persona is just inherently the best already.]
Wow. You really know how to cheer a guy up.
[It's said in the usual way Sans says things but it's actually super sincere.]
Wow. You really know how to cheer a guy up.
[It's said in the usual way Sans says things but it's actually super sincere.]
[ Hey, when it comes to metal, how cool a thing could be always outranks the facts. Until Sans specifies otherwise, Greg's going to hear "wizard" and go to "fireballs."
He gives a laugh--a smaller one than he might have a few days ago, but more genuine than any he's done recently. ]
What's the point of music, if it can't do that much?
He gives a laugh--a smaller one than he might have a few days ago, but more genuine than any he's done recently. ]
What's the point of music, if it can't do that much?
[Hey, man, Sans'll take it. Fireballs are a lot easier to explain than whatever the hell is going on with those floating dog skeletons shooting lasers all over the place.
His grin becomes a little more ironic.]
Making a hell-load of cash, apparently.
[The look softens again, thoughtfully.]
But, hey. I like your version better.
His grin becomes a little more ironic.]
Making a hell-load of cash, apparently.
[The look softens again, thoughtfully.]
But, hey. I like your version better.
[Hey, Sans, you useless stoner, someone is knocking at the door. Guess whooooo.]
[Luce does not seem particularly bothered by this lack of shirt thing.]
Hello, dear. I just thought I'd come check on you after everything. [You know, attempted murder, successful murder, mind control...] I even brought you something.
[In her hand? A tray of brownies.]
Hello, dear. I just thought I'd come check on you after everything. [You know, attempted murder, successful murder, mind control...] I even brought you something.
[In her hand? A tray of brownies.]
I'd be glad to.
[And she just steps right in, perfectly at ease with things. It's been long enough that she thinks she's even learning how to fake all the security littering the entire HQ.]
Oh, and take care after you eat these, dear. No driving, or doing anything that really needs your focus for a while, all that.
[And she just steps right in, perfectly at ease with things. It's been long enough that she thinks she's even learning how to fake all the security littering the entire HQ.]
Oh, and take care after you eat these, dear. No driving, or doing anything that really needs your focus for a while, all that.
[His eyebrows raise. He looks down at the brownies again, and then he laughs like she just told a hilarious joke.]
Oh wow. You really wanna encourage a chronic like that, lady?
[The penthouse looks exactly the same like everyone else's penthouses, so there isn't much to see. It's even basically clean, thanks to the routine maids. Right now there are a selection of instruments littered around the sofas, however.]
Not saying no, of course.
[He takes them from her.]
Oh wow. You really wanna encourage a chronic like that, lady?
[The penthouse looks exactly the same like everyone else's penthouses, so there isn't much to see. It's even basically clean, thanks to the routine maids. Right now there are a selection of instruments littered around the sofas, however.]
Not saying no, of course.
[He takes them from her.]
Oh, hush, it's hardly the worst thing you could be addicted to!
[And trust her, in this business, she's started to see a lot of unfortunate addictions. Since the sofa seems to be ruled by the instruments, she finds a more solo seat to settle in.]
Practicing?
[And trust her, in this business, she's started to see a lot of unfortunate addictions. Since the sofa seems to be ruled by the instruments, she finds a more solo seat to settle in.]
Practicing?
[He clears a spot on the couch for himself, picking up the ukulele that was in his way. He puts the brownies safely on the coffee table.]
Something like that. Not my actually show pieces. [His trombone is mysteriously absent. He winks.] Wouldn't want them to think they've gotten through to me, or anything.
Something like that. Not my actually show pieces. [His trombone is mysteriously absent. He winks.] Wouldn't want them to think they've gotten through to me, or anything.
The paparazzi?
[The way she raises her eyebrows is just a bit too "innocent" to be believable. Yeah. Paparazzi her ass.]
[The way she raises her eyebrows is just a bit too "innocent" to be believable. Yeah. Paparazzi her ass.]
Oh no, we're the obedient little band. Angel couldn't complain if she wanted to.
[Leaning back, there's a kind of gleam in Luce's eye.]
Which works perfectly fine for all of us, I assure you.
[Leaning back, there's a kind of gleam in Luce's eye.]
Which works perfectly fine for all of us, I assure you.
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