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Yes... and no. I certainly did not originate there. I Was... and then I Was-Not, and never had been. I objected strongly to this state of affairs, and have made attempts to correct it, with mixed success.
Because of this place, and a great deal of effort. This room is a liminal space, a halfway point between reality and the Void- just far enough out from reality that an unreal being can stay within it without causing problems for herself or reality in general, but still tethered enough that it doesn't cease to exist entirely.
Inside reality, there isn't. I wasn't destroyed, because that would imply there was something to be destroyed. Instead, I was simply removed from reality- there exists no evidence that I ever was, and no memory of me can hold within the minds of those who knew me.
[Not destroyed, because there is nothing to destroy.]
The laws of physics have loopholes?
[A lousy joke, while he tries to wrap his Not-There brain around everything. What an evil puzzle, could anyone figure this out? (The possibility that it's not a game and that someone is really in this situation is horrible.)]
One can only have law with precedent- what no court has encountered or considered, the law will not cover. Similarly, the laws of physics cover only what their writers could think to address.
[She allows him time to think, not pushing him to break the silence as she calmly sips her tea.]
You have not. But you know people who have been- though neither you nor they are aware of it.
[There was a time when she couldn't have said so with such confidence, too lost in the strange tangles of other times and possibilities from an outsider's perspective, but she's more anchored these days. Weaving together this room gave her a more solid point to bring herself together, too.]
[Shhhh, Gaster- don't look too hard at other timelines. That just ties everything up, and Muffet has to go carefully comb everything back out again so reality doesn't end up in one big knot.]
Anything too detailed will simply be erased by the effect, but a more vague reminder might slip through, if you're careful. As for others...
[She hesitates here, for the first time.]
I can think of a handful, but it might be unkind to try and make them remember. It isn't pleasant, forcing oneself to recall things that aren't permitted to be real anymore.
[Has telling him not to be curious worked anywhere, for anyone???
Notes are going into his phone now. Not things about her so much--maybe if he sticks to reminding himself about this Void place, it'll stick around. The closest he gets to mentioning her is just the word 'rescue'. He still has to put it down to sign.]
I won't. Unless they can help.
[A little bit of 'unpleasantness' might be worth it, if they want to help.]
Then, of the three most likely to help... hmm. Pick a place: Hotland, Waterfall, or Snowdin. No need to risk troubling all three when one might be enough.
Gerson may not remember much of anything, half the time... but the other half, he knows more than even he quite realizes. If you can hold onto the memory of this conversation when you leave here, speak to him. He may be able to give you a more solid trail to follow, if nothing else.
[He nods... and doodles a turtle next to the word Waterfall. It's not like there are any other well known turtle monsters there. Surely he'll figure it out later, if he forgets everything.
It's not a game. It really isn't. And that's... sad. But he can deal with a case of the sads later.]
Allow me to answer your question with another question:
Do you know who designed the Core?
[It should be an easy question, shouldn't it? The Core is such a vital, well-known part of the Underground's infrastructure, everybody learns about it in school- when it was built, how and why. So...]
[Why can't anyone recall who came up with the idea?]
[Some people are terrible students, and he absolutely isn't one of them. He... should know. It's been there his whole life, and Alphys isn't that much older than him. Can't have been her.
So in other words, you don't know but you're bright enough to guess.
[She smiles warmly.]
And you've guessed correctly. Dear Doctor Alphys was my student once, a very long time ago- but I had a habit of leaning towards more intangible objects of study that she does, the nature of magic and of reality. I learned much, but pushed a bit too quickly, and discovered that the fabric of existence is a very unfortunate thing to be studying without proper lab safety precautions.
[At least she didn't tell him it deliberately ate her or something. That the 'fabric of existence' is alive and malicious wouldn't be any weirder than the rest of this.
I am fixing it, bit by bit. I'm certainly far more together than I was when the experiment first went wrong. But returning myself to reality when it no longer has a place for me is a delicate process, and I could do terrible damage if I didn't take care.
I will do what I can from here, as I have been, but I suspect that in the end it will require effort from both sides of the door...
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prettypurpleparlor) wrote2017-05-12 06:05 pm
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You're still thinking of it too much in terms of reality. Space is a place where there isn't any matter, but it still Is.
[The capitalization is audible.]
All of reality Is. This room leads to what Is-Not.
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It has to be something, you came from there.
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If you're not real, how are we talking?
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Neutral ground, you may call it.
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But I meant there... shouldn't be a 'you' to talk to?
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The laws of physics have loopholes?
[A lousy joke, while he tries to wrap his Not-There brain around everything. What an evil puzzle, could anyone figure this out? (The possibility that it's not a game and that someone is really in this situation is horrible.)]
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One can only have law with precedent- what no court has encountered or considered, the law will not cover. Similarly, the laws of physics cover only what their writers could think to address.
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...Have I been in here before?
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You have not. But you know people who have been- though neither you nor they are aware of it.
[There was a time when she couldn't have said so with such confidence, too lost in the strange tangles of other times and possibilities from an outsider's perspective, but she's more anchored these days. Weaving together this room gave her a more solid point to bring herself together, too.]
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Who else? Will writing myself a note help?
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Anything too detailed will simply be erased by the effect, but a more vague reminder might slip through, if you're careful. As for others...
[She hesitates here, for the first time.]
I can think of a handful, but it might be unkind to try and make them remember. It isn't pleasant, forcing oneself to recall things that aren't permitted to be real anymore.
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Notes are going into his phone now. Not things about her so much--maybe if he sticks to reminding himself about this Void place, it'll stick around. The closest he gets to mentioning her is just the word 'rescue'. He still has to put it down to sign.]
I won't. Unless they can help.
[A little bit of 'unpleasantness' might be worth it, if they want to help.]
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or Snowdin. No need to risk troubling all three when one might be enough.
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Waterfall.
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Gerson may not remember much of anything, half the time... but the other half, he knows more than even he quite realizes. If you can hold onto the memory of this conversation when you leave here, speak to him. He may be able to give you a more solid trail to follow, if nothing else.
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It's not a game. It really isn't. And that's... sad. But he can deal with a case of the sads later.]
How did this happen to you?
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Do you know who designed the Core?
[It should be an easy question, shouldn't it? The Core is such a vital, well-known part of the Underground's infrastructure, everybody learns about it in school- when it was built, how and why. So...]
[Why can't anyone recall who came up with the idea?]
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...huh.]
No.
You.
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[She smiles warmly.]
And you've guessed correctly. Dear Doctor Alphys was my student once, a very long time ago- but I had a habit of leaning towards more intangible objects of study that she does, the nature of magic and of reality. I learned much, but pushed a bit too quickly, and discovered that the fabric of existence is a very unfortunate thing to be studying without proper lab safety precautions.
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He's in way over his head, isn't he.]
Do you know how to fix it and you can't in here?
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I will do what I can from here, as I have been, but I suspect that in the end it will require effort from both sides of the door...
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And I can't take instructions from you once I leave.
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[She does not clarify whether the damage would be to herself or to the world. Possibly both.]
fuck so old but I miss this guy
Backtag forever, fuck the RP rules.
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yeah you know what has me in an Undertale Mood
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