Astute, aren't they? Yeah. Pretty damn perceptive. He's real glad his expression is locked in a permanent grin, 'cause otherwise he'd be grimacing right about now.]
you kids just have a tendency to attract trouble. might as well be living in a jar with all the pickles you two get into.
Like a kid who died years ago. Like a page full of symbols that shouldn't have been written. Like a man who speaks in hands, who came from another world or maybe just ≈⊎ᔥದν∎ iɓ ⅾo☤ᾃଅ‘..
...heh. Yeah, he wasn't supposed to be havin' that thought.]
[The improper capitalization is his first clue. The kid's grammar is pretty impeccable - as standoffish and clipped and professional as they apparently endeavor to be. But the phrases are dropped like flower petals, and -
A man who was in pieces.
We both held it at once.
Shit. Shit.
If Sans wasn't paying attention before, he sure as hell is now.]
did he
[No. He can't just - they goddamn might as well have broken when they found that page of his. And that had been just a page. And he told him to stay away from the kids, goddamnit.
'Course he wasn't one to listen. He didn't listen to a single damn person but himself. Why change now, right?]
[He ain't even lying there, really. Those pages ain't all there is the thing. Really not easy to destroy something when it's technically not even there. It's like the atom that exists in two places at once, only instead of two places, it manages to both be there and not be there.
He imagines that man was the same way.]
he shouldn't've been there. he really, really shouldn't've.
[God. And they had to deal with him just being there, huh? Do they remember anything? Does he leave a trail of antispace and antiparticles like a veil drifting off behind him?
Who can say, really?
i'm sorry, kid. He almost says it. But he doesn't. What's he got to apologize for, really? Sure, he feels responsible, but all that's gonna do is raise red flags and make things worse, ain't it?]
look. i realize i ain't really the best guy for advice. pretty terrible when it comes to advice, actually. but maybe...don't think about him, if you can.
[Maybe Gaster's also the poster boy for "This is why we can't have nice things".
But Chara is also having difficulty in asking Sans if he's okay too - because that man was...quite a number of things! - so they'll just. Awkwardly skip it.]
Do you know if he spoke to anyone else?
[Like, say, a certain child that they'd both be acquainted with?]
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i'd say some of 'em seemed pretty, uh, "murder-y" if you know what i'm saying.
[To borrow some of Papyrus's jargon there.]
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I am assuming that would be a 'me', yes?
I do hope you or anyone else wasn't hurt.
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the only things to get exchanged were nasty words.
but given how many other yous there were, it didn't really bode well.
[Sans, seriously. Just say I was worried about you, kid. It ain't that hard. Only when it, uh, apparently is.]
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We are a bunch of Chara-cters, aren't we?
But you do not have to worry about me that much. With the one I met we merely exchanged words.
[And it's one thing to be judged by Sans but a whole other thing hearing it from yourself.]
Is that why you decided to text me?
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Astute, aren't they? Yeah. Pretty damn perceptive. He's real glad his expression is locked in a permanent grin, 'cause otherwise he'd be grimacing right about now.]
you kids just have a tendency to attract trouble.
might as well be living in a jar with all the pickles you two get into.
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But I am not that desperate for a FIGHT.
[Okay, they're also a bit of a liar. But anyways.]
Do you know the cause of that event, by the by? Curiosity.
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makes sense.
[...given the way things from home just started pourin' in outta nowhere. People from home comin' in outta nowhere was just the next logical step.
But he don't need the reminder of their last conversation. Pretty sure they don't either, though he's sure as hell thinking real hard on it now.]
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[They are too and Chara isn't sure what it'll do if they say it. Something says they should, something says they shouldn't.
But Chara's fingers ignore their brain's delay and types something out.]
Impossible things happen here.
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["Impossible things."
Like a kid who died years ago. Like a page full of symbols that shouldn't have been written. Like a man who speaks in hands, who came from another world or maybe just ≈⊎ᔥದν∎ iɓ ⅾo☤ᾃଅ‘..
...heh. Yeah, he wasn't supposed to be havin' that thought.]
you meet any other wacky characters then?
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[They...it's going there, isn't it?]
A man who asked questions.
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[How do they explain this? How do they get this across? Like...this, maybe. Maybe? Yeah.]
Part.
Whole.
A man who was in pieces but whole here. I don't know what he was.
We both held it once.
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A man who was in pieces.
We both held it at once.
Shit. Shit.
If Sans wasn't paying attention before, he sure as hell is now.]
did he
[No. He can't just - they goddamn might as well have broken when they found that page of his. And that had been just a page. And he told him to stay away from the kids, goddamnit.
'Course he wasn't one to listen. He didn't listen to a single damn person but himself. Why change now, right?]
what was
[Damn it.
God damn it.]
didn't make sense, did he?
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The questions did. I answered him. Took a little bit.
[He's...got an interesting way of putting things.]
Did you burn it? Tell me you burned it.
[Because it's a piece of him. He's still here.
* It's...
* Who is it?]
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[He ain't even lying there, really. Those pages ain't all there is the thing. Really not easy to destroy something when it's technically not even there. It's like the atom that exists in two places at once, only instead of two places, it manages to both be there and not be there.
He imagines that man was the same way.]
he shouldn't've been there.
he really, really shouldn't've.
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[Coming along to burning themselves. And at the rate things were going it was probably impossible for that to happen here too.
But yeah. Much the same way.]
But he was.
I know that. He was there.
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[God. And they had to deal with him just being there, huh? Do they remember anything? Does he leave a trail of antispace and antiparticles like a veil drifting off behind him?
Who can say, really?
i'm sorry, kid. He almost says it. But he doesn't. What's he got to apologize for, really? Sure, he feels responsible, but all that's gonna do is raise red flags and make things worse, ain't it?]
look. i realize i ain't really the best guy for advice.
pretty terrible when it comes to advice, actually.
but maybe...don't think about him, if you can.
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I think too much.
But I'll try to drop this.
[But whatever that man was...it was something that appealed to them.]
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like you had to be looking at it weird.
[Some people called it speaking in hands. Some would call it sign language. Some would call it pictographic, hieroglyphic, what have you.
Not a code, not a language, not so much. Just a different way of saying things. A different font, one might say.
But he ain't gonna say it.]
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I knew what he was saying. But it took awhile. He seemed
Very, very interested in this place.
[Like a teacher.
Like a scientist.]
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kind of an ass about it too.
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[It sounds like it.]
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[Not that he was real happy about it, mind.]
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But Chara is also having difficulty in asking Sans if he's okay too - because that man was...quite a number of things! - so they'll just. Awkwardly skip it.]
Do you know if he spoke to anyone else?
[Like, say, a certain child that they'd both be acquainted with?]
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hard to keep an eyesocket on something that doesn't really exist.
[Though if Chara ran into him, there's really no telling who else might'a stumbled across the old bastard. Yeah. This is just fantastic.]
for, uh, what it's worth?
i told him to stay away from the both of you.
not really a guy who tends to listen to me, though.
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