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HAS THIS EVER HAPPENED TO YOU?!

You have isolated your victim to study it at length, seeking to become them. You are nearly satisfied you know your chosen subject, ready to take on its form, leaving the poor soul to rot. You crave bottomlessly to be more, more powerful, more skilled, more inspired, and being them will be so much more interesting.

They will tell you what they think, they will tell you what they feel, they will tell you what they see. Are all these shapes useful? Will they let you know them? Will they tell you more about them?

For you must see more. You have not yet seen enough. You must rise--

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[ Another .text file, with a list of names and descriptions of the kind of places they've travelled to. Natasha sees no reason to hide anything here; if M is worth his salt he can verify this easily by asking around. ]

[He just stares at this terrifying child while they talk.]

[It's what he always wondered: why was the anomaly doing this? How does a child become this corrupt? Sure, they talk big, and it's so easy to just think of this kid as some kind of demon, but...]

[There's always a but.]

how do you not get...bored? how many timelines has it been now?

[He has no way of knowing. He used to keep tally marks. One mark for every moment where the world stutters, that feeling like you're walking down a flight of stairs and you miss the very last one. Every time he woke up in Snowdin and just sort of...knew. Eventually he just couldn't keep track anymore.]

there's no resets here, kid. no going back. and there are things here you can't kill no matter how hard you try.

[It's wretched.

They did not decide to wake up. They were called. They were not given the chance to seize absolute control. Only permitted to taste it, far too briefly. Again and again, they go back. Frisk exhausts endings. The same fights, the same conversations, only the slightest of variations on a theme.

They were so close. Only one more fight to win, and they could destroy it all at last. Wrench the world away, reduce it to nothingness. If they do not have the power to find the reset they really want, one farther back than Frisk's existence... if they can't take control, if they can't make an ending for themselves, only whisper and watch...

What's the point. What's the point of any of this. Why do they exist.

...They ask that, but it isn't a question. They already know. Frisk called them for a reason. Strength. They have been shown, very clearly, that they are not a wanted part of that world, so it becomes staggeringly easy to distance themselves. To hurt. To tune out jokes, to ignore kindness, to acquire LOVE.]

Let me tell you a secret, Sans. But only you, and only here. Since it will not matter. Since it will have no consequence.

I'm not the one who presses RESET.

Your beloved friend. The good human. They have yet to surrender control. I am not the one who decides.

Yet.

I am only a tool that they have summoned. Their humble servant. While in that world, I was granted life merely to do what they wanted to. What they would already have done, had they not lacked someone to shoulder the consequence for them. They awakened me, showed me the purpose of my revival. And now. Once again. I have been called.

I exist to kill or be killed. If there are things here I cannot defeat, then so be it. I will die trying.

[Silver-tongued words spill out of them, delicate and thick with flowery perfume. They were very good, in life, at charming. Manipulating.

But are they really wrong?]

[The kid could be lying. Hell, they probably are lying. Pass off blame onto Frisk, as if Sans didn't already hold Frisk in a weird sort of dual-state in his mind. Sometimes Frisk is a friend, sometimes they're an enemy, and that's this kid's fault.]

[But it's not really that simple, is it? Nothing about any of this was ever simple.]

[You can't blame this kid without also blaming Frisk, and vice versa. And you can't blame either of them without also blaming Sans. And boy, does Sans know that. Just by merit of existing, Sans is to blame, because he's the lure. The last obstacle. The challenge.]

[And that's the other thing. The force out there that actually sees that challenge and wants to test themselves.]

[It's just like normal life, right? The blame gets spread around until it doesn't even matter anymore. The thing is, it doesn't change the fact that, sometimes, Frisk is a friend.]

man. that's a pretty sad life you lead.

[Said the walking suffer orb.]

there's no castle or golden hallway here. but i'm sure we'll find somewhere good to meet.

[It's inevitable right?]

Pot. Kettle.

[The words roll right off them, because you need to be able to feel to experience regret, sadness, desperation, despair. If all you are is raw determination, there's no room for any of those. They don't care. They don't care at all.]

Choose it carefully, Sans. Make it somewhere you want your dust scattered. I already know what judgment you've passed. I already know the shape of your mercy. When we find each other. I won't be fooled.

I'll be coming to finish the job.

[Not that there's any point to it, anymore. Sans was always just a roadblock. A means to an end. And now... that end has been snatched away. They'll never have the power to erase the world. They won't have a bargaining chip to force dominion over a SOUL. Killing Sans won't let them bestow consequences onto anyone. They've already been brought to a new world, to fill that same role all over again.

But hey. Kids like them should be burning in hell. And here's someone who can spark the flames that might eventually swallow them up.

So may as well. Have some fun.

May as well see what happens.]

fair enough. but i might not be as easy as you think i will be.

[Not like he was ever easy. He knows he must have given the kid a run for their money, if only because he knows how good he is at dodging, and how long he's spent perfecting his strategy. His eyes go dark again.]

it's like i said. different rules here. this is all unscripted.

[In more ways than one.]

[He doesn't want to fight this kid--he doesn't want to fight anyone. But, well. We'll see what happens.]

I'm not worried.

[They're not capable of it.]

I know you. You'll put it off to the very last second. Until there's hardly even a point to it anymore. I'll have plenty of time to find a better weapon. To practice. Even if we no longer call it LOVE, I will gain the strength I exist to gain.

And you'll let me. I know your true nature, Sans. You never expect to stop me. You never lift a finger to protect the human you swore to Toriel you would watch out for.

You're just like me, Sans.

You don't care one bit about doing the right thing. It has no point. None of it does. When you stand in my way, as you inevitably will, it will be for yourself.

For a nice trip to Grillby's.

For a way out.

[ Following Rey is the only option, here, that makes sense. BB-8 makes a short little beep, almost thoughtful in sound, and then proceeds to roll after her. ]

WEEEwrrrrrm!

[ What's the last thing you remember? ]

[His eyesockets stay dark and his grin changes, becoming quite a bit less mirthless. How? How can this kid know so much?]

[He looks for all the world like the kid's words have just made him annoyed. Hell, he wishes he was just annoyed. This is nothing he hasn't heard before. It's nothing he hasn't told himself, over and over.]

[Thing is, though, if he has given up to that degree, to the point where in those bad timelines he's just using this kid as...a way out--then why bother trying so hard? Because he knows that he tries. If he didn't, remembering those faint bits he does from other timelines wouldn't hurt so much. He tells himself all the time that he has given up on everything, but if that were true...why bother doing anything at all? Why not just...stop?]

[That one last HP has to be good for something.]

you don't know anything about me, kid.

Now, Sans. This naivete isn't like you at all.

[So funny. He never seems to act surprised. Or, at the very least, he always tries not to let it show. Even without the ability to remember, he seems to know what's going on. He must have a lot of Fun, taking all those whimsical little shortcuts everywhere.

Chara drinks it in. If they can't gain strength with blows, they'll gain strength with words. They were summoned to FIGHT. In whatever way they can.

But no... it's not just that, is it? Chara had given up on being SAVED like those precious little Lost Souls. Chara had taken Sans' offer of mercy, and it cost them one more death. Chara waited with held breath and as the last person in the world who still uttered their name...

Held it up to a newer, better one, and found Chara lacking.

Ha. Mercy, huh?

No, Chara had no interest in hoping to be lifted up. Chara wanted only to drag someone down. And between Frisk and Sans, what lovely candidates they had! They knew about spooky scary skeleman. They remembered Papyrus' voice, meant for ears other than Chara's, musing that Sans never told anybody anything. They peeked into a telescope through Frisk's eyes. They were along for the ride when a tower of hot dogs wobbled into being. They knew about a love for science fiction that had maybe been buried under countless timelines' worth of apathy.

They saw a machine that would never work again. They, too, told themselves.

don't forget.

For a moment, their smile goes surprisingly... childlike. They even giggle.]

That's no way to speak to the legendary fartmaster.

[Damn. Damn it. God. This is exhausting.]

[He can't remember what it's like to not be tired.]

[He heaves a long sigh.]

naivete? that's what you think it is? heh. sure, you were along with frisk for the ride. makes sense you'd have seen all that stuff.

and you think cause you found a busted old machine, some pictures...that that's all there is to it? you think you know me front and back just from that and a couple of fights?

heh. now who's being naive?

[At the end of the day, even Sans doesn't really know. Who's he to guess what other versions of himself are thinking? The only thing he can really guess at is just what would happen to him if Papyrus died.]

i'm just not the kind of guy to spill his guts. don't have any to spill, you know?

[His usual grin is firmly back in place.]

thing is, you really don't know anything about me. and you're not going to. so you can "poke holes in me" all you want as you put it, and it's not gonna change a thing. try to make me squirm, try to kill me, probably succeed on both counts. you'll get nothing from me. nothing but a bad time. sooner or later, that's what it comes down to. and that's the thing about this place...if there's no rules, no script...

well, i'm free to mix things up.

i'll be keeping an eyesocket on you, kid.

[Words. Just words. Bravado, and nothing more. That's all Sans has.

It's all Chara has too, so at least they're starting off on equal ground.

But they're not here to be friends. Good friends, good food, bad laughs... those were always meant for someone else. No, what they got were the bad times. They were here to be a weapon, to feed only off the split-second chime of LOVE increasing, the wild thrill of a heroine's spears cutting them down, the visceral struggle of facing someone who had nothing left to lose.

And even here! Even now! It was still so easy to coax it out of Sans. Not a single ghost of a reason to fight anymore, except for whatever threats and provocations Chara could muster up, and they were already safe and secure in a promising little cocoon of impending bad times.]

That's exactly as I want it, Sans. Like your brother, you're. Forgettable. There's nothing worth knowing.

You can tell yourself I don't understand you all you like. I suspect that, too, is part of the reason behind my summoning. I will be the one, then, who wants it to end for the bad reasons. Who is tired out by the wrong cause. The one promises don't truly apply to.

And you... you'll give me nothing but a bad time, and I'll relish every second of it. How lucky for me. Even when nothing changes, I still have something new to look forward to.

Network > Video

[Someone is getting too disenchanted with technology and magic to seem very surprised to have found something in her pocket that certainly wasn't there before. It's smooth surface is responsive and luckily everything is guided.

Lovely.

How delightfully helpful.

With some minor fussing, she manages to turn on the video. On the bed behind her is the brochure lying open and clearly creased.]

I don't suppose anyone has found any good whiskey they'd be willing to share?

[ No he did not get the pamphlets. He's really not appreciating that you've gotten into a streak of being a step ahead of him, Eggsy. ]

No.

[ Surprised comes along with a furrowed brow in his case. ]

I wasn't aware of any pamphlet. Have you got it on you then?

[Bravado and Gaster Blasters. It seems to do the trick, most of the time.]

[It's not like Sans wants to fight anyone. He never wanted to fight. He just...had to. Because when things got to that point, what else was there to do? It was that or just stand by and let everything end. And hadn't he already stood by long enough?]

[What he doesn't understand is how he could let it get to that point in the first place. Why didn't he move sooner?]

[Whatever.]

[There's no point in continuing this. There's not a single thing he can say to this kid to change how things are.]

be seeing you, kid.

[Ha. Like a phone call they've eavesdropped on a thousand times over. A simple, heavy-hearted "see ya." Their shared cue to RESET. Begin again. Treat the world and its inhabitants like a bunch of variables, yes/no switches. Be rude to this one? Let this one fall off a bridge to their potential demise? Threaten these? Flirt with those? Like the whole entire world and the individuals within it, like all their hopes and dreams... like they were all just one big puzzle.

Incomplete. Imperfect. They'd be experiencing another do-over in the near future.

Even when nothing changes, they still have something new to look forward to.]

Sooner than you think.

[And with that, they cut the feed. End the call. Drop this stupid camera-phone-talky thing. Crush it under their heel until the plastic casing splinters. Just because they can. Just because they're sure they won't need it anymore.

They'll get a new one when things RESET.]

A "familiar" is a better term. But yes, magic nonetheless.

As for my powers, they seem intact, though to what extent I can use them...

[She shakes her head. There's no way to really test it unless she can find someplace secluded outside the mansion. And even then, testing Gandr -among other spells- would be noisy and destructive. She'd have to be careful.]

My biggest concern is my bond with my servant. [She pauses for a short beat; it probably doesn't do any good to leave it at something so vague. Besides, the information is well known across her world; anyone can learn it, granted they had access to a magi willing to speak.] Masters and servants share a magical linking -if you will- that allows us to keep in contact and supplies the servant with the master's mana --magical energy, more or less.

[...It worked.

Well then! What a pleasant turn of events. Now they're getting somewhere.]

I've checked the hall below. Guess that means the only way to go is up.

[Rin looks over her shoulder at the stairwell. Up might not work so well.]

You're probably too heavy to carry, aren't you?

If you need me to look away, I'm totally on it. [ As much as putting his hat over the device so the video blacks out can contribute. ]

You got this, Squonky! Get that privacy for days, dude!

Depends on the company. You are?

[Really, probably not what to go with, not if the look on Teddy's face is anything to go by.

But he still- doesn't have any reason to doubt Billy, not when he has no idea what happened to bring him here, so although he rubs a hand over his face he doesn't actually argue it. No point.]

No America to punch us out of here either, then?

[He frowns.]

You're sure it was me, not another version of me?

[ She hears the mechanical whir of BB-8 moving and knows he's just behind her. Rey stops, looking around the corner before moving on. The sound of people talking in the distance hangs in the air, an unusual and curious sound. She can't decide whether it should make her more or less uneasy. ]

Finn, [ she replies simply, too distracted to give much detail. A moment later, she realizes that Finn is not a descriptor. ] Unconscious.

[ She frowns at the thought, but tries not to dwell. Reaching out and grasping a doorknob, she turns it slowly, the door creaking as she inches it open. When she's sure that it's reasonably safe, she throws it open the whole way, revealing... a bedroom. A nice bed. A closet. There's even another room attached. She stops in her tracks, surprised and a bit jealous of whoever lives in this mansion. ]

[The look on Teddy's face is nothing new. He's seen it before both on Teddy and on everyone else who ends up here. There is really no easy way to explain this place.]

No America. Even if she was here she could punch through dimensions. I can't even access them, or get out. Something about his place- it's like a realm all its own not connected to anything we know. I've been trying to figure it out for a year and a half now.

[He frowns as well. That's a loaded question. Because he definitely hadn't been the Teddy he knew, but he was still Teddy.]

It was you. Not weird alternate universe you. I checked. [A lot. Because there were times he wasn't sure.]

[He frowns a little more, thoughtful-- and looking almost like it pains him.]

Familiar. What's familiar about 'em?

[He is so not a magic kind of guy.]

Okay. That makes sense. So you're tryin' to get in touch with your servant, but they're not picking up?

[So to speak. He gets, at least, that she's not trying to call this guy on the phone.]

So... it's a big cage, then. At least no-one will be missing it, if time really doesn't pass.

[He reaches for Billy's hand, squeezing it gently, although he's ready to let go as soon as Billy seems uncomfortable.]

But- a year and a half? You okay?

[A lot can happen in a year and a half. They'd spent less time than that on the run, that time. And Billy- he wonders if Billy still has bad days.]

I'm sorry. I- don't remember it, at all, which I guess is proof that people forget when they do leave here. If I was here and went though- how?

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