Taking Responsibility.

[transmittable]

Despite the lack of a body this week, you've had more than enough to explore and investigate; some of it may have answered some questions, while the rest...well, the rest may have just raised more. However you feel about it, the fact remains that as soon as you all step out of that new section above the third and make your way back toward one of the primary hallways, the lights quite suddenly go out, casting the hospital into complete darkness. Several seconds pass before something seems to happen and what sound like backup generators kick back on; the lights struggle their way back to life, only to immediately flicker and die again. It happens twice more before the power seems to stay on for good - they're feeble, but they're on, and at least it's enough to see by. It seems the power is stronger in one place in particular, however, and it shouldn't be a surprise which it is; the courtroom remains just as illuminated as ever, the seats ringing the old operating theater remaining as starkly unoccupied as they always do, and the podium circle that awaits you seems to have been set up in its final configuration. Sakura Kashima's portrait has joined the ranks of the deceased, her podium draped in black cloth. A final reminder of all you've lost here. Perhaps it's upsetting. Perhaps it'll only serve to make you more determined. The public-address system remains eerily silent, even after you've found your places in the circle; once in a while the quiet is broken by soft bursts of static, by a heavy, electric-sounding humming noise. Occasionally, whispers can be heard; whatever they're saying, it's probably not for you. Regardless, however, one thing is obvious: this is the end of the line, wherever it may have taken you. Eight Patients remain. Good luck.

Accountability.

[sub_merging]

[ Maybe you'd expect some more lead-up to this. Maybe you'd expect a door opening or even forming out of the wall, for someone to walk in slowly. Even an announcement, that would be nice.

Or maybe, given what you've learned, what happens isn't surprising at all.

One moment, you're discussing as you were.

The next, there's a crack of static and it looks like, above the center of the podiums, the world is breaking open, leaving a green and static-filled void. It almost looks like...those of you familiar with 2000s technology, what you'd see in wire-code. Like the inside of something electronic. Out of it emerges...a girl, who floats there as that void seals back up. She's wiry, but not small, though that may be a little hard to see given her shirt and worn red jacket are obviously big on her. Her knees are ripped and similarly old; it looks like she's been wearing these clothes for awhile, actually. Her hair's dyed teal - you know it's dyed, because her brown roots are clearly visible.

Most startlingly? Her eyes are completely red. ]

At last! There you go, Patients.

[ The voice she speaks in, though- it's distorted. Not quite as heavily as the Risen's? But it's clear now, you can hear them- many other voices speaking in unison with hers. ]

So sorry if you'd wanted to speak to the Transmitter- ah, we suppose her name is order now. To...Alex. Her last name's of no importance, whichever one she wants to use now. She couldn't even remember them, until a few weeks ago.

[ They spin about, facing each of you in turn, with a thin smile. ]

This is Alex...and she's...sleeping, right now. Don't wake her. We are who you wish to speak to. We were the Sunken, but now... We are the Risen.

Congratulations for getting this far, dears. It's funny you speak of a "deal," though. As if we don't just take what we want. [ They grin, and the walls- suddenly, there's just static on them. The ceiling too, as if...everything's coming apart. There's no noise, like the static Asgore found earlier, but it's probably a little disconcerting. ] It's the finale! So let's find a good conclusion to this little game, shall we?

Tag. You're it.