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trustfelled2017-08-04 09:13 pm
sub_merging) wrote in trustfelled2017-08-04 09:13 pm
Accountability.
[ 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.
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.
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[...]
I think you can't just stop getting attached or stop hoping. It's weird, but--yes, that's it.
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How do you bare it?
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That is something I am still trying to learn.
[It's hard. Incredibly so.
...perhaps the Risen must be realizing that too. And...how much Alex has already bared. Lovecraft can only imagine it.]
But...I want to learn. Because these experiences...and what I felt. These things were worth it, in the end.
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We don't think we're at that point. But...if even you, then...