somuchlove | IC Contact [Hadriel]

Yes. That makes sense.

[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.

i'd say they do, yeah.

["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?

Yes.

[They...it's going there, isn't it?]

A man who asked questions.

hate to break it to ya kiddo, but i'm pretty sure that's just called being normal.

not

[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.

[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?]

what was

[Damn it.

God damn it.]

didn't make sense, did he?

He didn't. 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?]

hard to burn something that doesn't exist.

[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.

Trying to burn the impossible makes me feel better.

[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.

yeah. i guess he was.

[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.

[Again it's the thought that counts. But it's pretty useless here.]

I think too much. But I'll try to drop this.

[But whatever that man was...it was something that appealed to them.]

way he spoke was weird, right?
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.]

Like two people talking and their language switched every few minutes. I knew what he was saying. But it took awhile. He seemed Very, very interested in this place.

[Like a teacher.

Like a scientist.]

he did, didn't he?
kind of an ass about it too.

You met him too?

[It sounds like it.]

yep.

[Not that he was real happy about it, mind.]

[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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no clue.
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.

[Fantastic all around. And if this person was someone who wasn't supposed to exits then...]

You know him.

[They're listening, and there's no other way that Chara can take 'not really a guy who tends to listen to me.']

it's a real long story.
and most of it don't make sense.

[But that's about the most direct kind of yes they could hope for, where this stuff is concerned.]

[Chara knows that Sans dodges words as well as blades but this was a little different. A 'yes' but...well, if it involves something that was 'impossible' then it makes sense - ironically enough - to say it didn't make sense at all.]

Very few things do. But it's best to let sleeping men lie, yes?

i'd say so, yeah.
didn't bother you, did he?

He just asked questions. Nothing too hard.

[Chara wants to ask how Sans knew this man but...well, they already said it. 'Let sleeping men lie.']

good.
after the way things went before...

well, it's good you and frisk are ok.

[Relatively, anyway. As "okay" as people like them get.]

["Okay"...really has a ridiculous amount of meanings, doesn't it?]

I do not know if they spoke to that man, but they have not said so either way. I do not plan on telling them.

['So don't say anything either', goes unsaid.]

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