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The last thing you remember hearing is static. There were words in there, perhaps, quiet whispers like the rustling of leaves, like the crinkling of paper, like rust being scraped off a knife. The words aren't anything you'll remember, but they're there, and there are a lot of them washing over you, and it might be concerning if it weren't so warm where you're lying. You wake feeling disoriented, like you've been asleep for a long time. Of course, it's probably odd that you're waking up just now - perhaps you were in the middle of something important, perhaps you were waiting for something, or maybe you were just going about your day, but even before the whispering came you can clearly remember doing something back home. Can't you? Something else. Something that wasn't looking around the room you've found yourself in. It's not your room, either. Not the one you're used to. The room here is grey and white and tile; even if the bed is nice (and the bed is nice, it feels like it's been designed to cater just to you, maybe if you keep your eyes closed you can pretend it's a favor), the room itself is spartan and oppressing. The walls are cracked and the floors are in disrepair, but despite that there's not enough noise - it's silent, the quietness of it pressing in on you, and even if you can't see any cameras you get the distinct feeling that for good or ill, someone is watching over you as you get up. That might be enough to make you move, to make you not want to stay there. But even if you stick around for a while to look around in there, the walls hold firm despite their decrepit state and the pervasive silence isn't going away - if anyone's in the rooms near you, you can't hear them. If you want answers, you're going to have to leave. Be sure you grab the key sitting on your desk on the way out. Once you step out of the room into the hallway you'll most likely find yourself face-to-face with other confused people who feel as though they don't belong here either. Maybe you'll find something if you explore together; maybe it's safer in numbers. Wherever you end up going - and there are several places to go - you might want to check the large room toward the center of the communal area of the building. A subdivided foyer is here; at first glance, it even seems to offer you a look at the outside. Of course, once you've gotten over that particular disappointment, you might want to check out the walls, where you'll find some very interesting information about yourselves hanging on the walls. There's some other framed information that you'll most likely want to get a look at as well, seeing as how it could be the key to escaping this place. Although, speaking of keys... Despite your best efforts, you won't find any doors. The windows you find here and there are far more durable than they should be as well, and any attempts to break out won't work. It seems you're stuck here for the time being. Maybe your fellow captives have some thoughts on all of this. Welcome to Beacon General Hospital.

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[journalname]

That is...good to hear.

[If only all humans were so inclined lol!]

I think it would be best for us all to work together. We are all in the same boat, here. I cannot break this door, but there must still be some way out.

[enhancements]

If I had to guess, I'd say that "not here, there isn't" - a bit of an inefficient kidnapping, if we could all escape within the first ten minutes.

[Really, though...]

Though that isn't to discount the possibility of outside interference, perhaps.

[Surely between all, what, thirty of them that are here? Somebody on the outside is going to notice that someone important is gone and do something about it eventually. How far off the grid could they be, worst-case scenario?
Siberia?

...I mean, Siberia still does not explain the giant sentient goat he's currently talking to, and if this is Siberia he's going to be fucking pissed for other reasons, but none of that is. precisely helpful right now.]

[journalname]

I do not think anyone will come from my kingdom. Certainly they would, if it were possible, but...I cannot understand how even I could have left the Underground. The humans created a barrier to keep us in, and we cannot cross it.

[Not on their own - not without a human soul. Asgore would certainly know if he had taken one. He wouldn't even look like himself anymore, most likely. Besides, if a human should enter the Underground...well, he wasn't lying. He should not like to simply kill them.]

[enhancements]

I have an acceptable chance of someone attempting to locate me, but that likely won't be for some time...and only then to confirm either my death or continued existence, whichever it may be. It's not unheard of for me to disappear for months at a time; my employees know how I am, and they have protocol to follow in my absence.

Which is slightly unfortunate now, to say the least.

[That said, he doesn't sound...too concerned? He seems almost unnaturally calm about this whole thing, really. Kidnapped, no hope of escape, probably involved in some sort of murdergauntlet, no big deal, as you do.]

[journalname]

It is, a bit. But there are so many of us here. Surely there must be many concerned families and friends searching for us. And...I do not recall how I was brought here, but they must have left behind some sign.

[People don't just teleport away.

...okay, well, they do. But generally of their own accord, not being grabbed by some shadowy stranger.]

Perhaps we shall simply have to be patient.

[enhancements]

[See, there you go, Asgore.]

My thoughts exactly.

As dire though the situation may be, the rules - as posted - do promise us an end to it. So if nothing else, it's to our benefit to do nothing for the time being, as little though I like that notion.

[journalname]

I hate to say it, but I am used to living in such conditions.

[Sigh. There was nothing to be done about the Barrier, of course, so it's a little different. But what is there really to be done here?]

It seems we are at least decently provided for. Food should not be an issue for a while - less so if they will bring us more. And though it is a small space, we have our rooms for privacy. Morale is always the greatest problem...none of it will matter, should people lose hope.

[enhancements]

I fully intend to see what we've been left with, at least. I have...experience with knowing what's required to keep several people alive in an enclosed space for a long period of time; I can at least get an idea of how long we have before things dissolve into complete anarchy, operating under the assumption that this is all we have.

[...That is probably not a normal skillset for someone to have, but you know what, he's got it, so he might as well use it.]

Let's say that hope isn't something I possess much of in general, but managing people and resources is entirely doable, if necessary.

[journalname]

I hope that we can keep things from falling apart entirely. It is harder with a group of strangers, but that is no reason not to try. After all, this cannot be forever.

[Like, you know. The Underground.]

We should all get to know each other better. That will make all of this easier to bear.

[enhancements]

...It would be a lie if I said that I was interested in making friends in a place like this.

[It's blunted, with nothing behind it; no ill will, granted, he isn't being malicious about it, but there's no hesitation in his words indicating that they're anything but the truth, either.]

It does seem sound, though - getting to know one another.

[journalname]

I...suppose that is fair.

[It's not a viewpoint he really understands, but neither is it really Asgore's business to try to make anyone make friends here. Something like that wouldn't work anyway; it will happen or it will not.]

But yes, I hope that if we can become closer as a group, we will be less likely to have...problems. [like murder] Perhaps we can have a meal together in a day or two, after we have all settled in a little more. I am not sure "party" is the right word, but it could be good to gather.

[enhancements]

[...You know, for all the evenness he's projecting here, there come a few moments here and there where you can just...almost see his brain short out? Not like he's panicking, more like something just tripped a wire somewhere in there and it's taking him a moment to flip the circuit breaker back on and for a moment he's just going to blip out a little because why.

This is one of those moments.

But then everything is fine and the noise he makes is not quite a laugh but it's a soft breathless equivalent, and he looks like he has not had such a casual suggestion made to him in his entire goddamn life.]

...I admit I'm a businessman, first and foremost - my first thought would be more along the lines of "meetings" than "parties."

But I'm not...disinterested in the notion, either.

[that. that was awkward.]

[journalname]

[What was that about. Should he ignore it? He's gonna ignore it.]

I shall be sure to let you know when I plan it, then. [Asgore smiles warmly.] In the meantime, I suppose I shall have to accustom myself to cooking human food. With a stove.