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Jesus Christ.

[He sure doesn't sound happy about it. It might be hard to tell seeing as he's still staticky, but his fingers are shaking too much to text.]

Are you okay? What the hell happened.

[Ugh, god the static. She keeps forgetting.] They wanted me to explain myself. I tried to, but you know it's all a little scrambled up. [The shrug in her voice is audible.] And they basically asked me to go away. They let me.

Did they hurt you?

[The memory of his own gutting is a little too vibrant in his mind.]

No. I mean, they kind of threw a fit and punched me. [But hell, she'd be punching herself, too.] They were upset.

Shit.

[A loud fuzz of snow permeates the feed as Alex exhales, his grip on his phone tightening. He had to ask his closet for a new one after breaking his last one. Apparently these things can't take being flung against the wall.]

Fucking - be careful. They're not working alone anymore.

Alex, what are you talking about? [Her voice comes out a bit incredulous. Did he not hear her when she said it was okay?] They let me go.

Did they? [Alex, for his part, isn't about to trust that fucking freak as far as they can throw him.] How d'you know they're not toying with you?

You weren't there, okay? I really think they just want to be left alone. [Her tone is a strict here- pointedly not saying that if Alex hadn't gone out and tried to kill them, then this probably wouldn't have escalated anyway.]

[Ugh. God. Good thing he literally can't show his face on video, because Alex is fuming.]

Fine. Whatever. Just watch your back.

Fine. [So is Max, honestly. But she calms after a moment; mustn't forget Alex suffered too.]

...It's been a hella crazy week. I haven't seen you in ages.

Well, you know.

[Getting killed doesn't do wonders for one's social life. He should know. He looks sullenly at his phone for a minute before shaking his head with a sigh. Not worth inflaming this situation further.]

Been busy hiding out. Some anonymous dickhead was messing with me after I got back.

Oh. Oh. [There's a pause on the line, vague static.] Oh lord, I didn't know. Are you okay?

You mean worse than dead?

[He says it dryly, mostly intending it to be a joke. Mostly.]

Whoever they were, they're not our stab-happy pretreen. I think.

[He moves away from his phone to peer out into the hall from the slit in his door. No one outside. No one he can see, anyway. The feed gets a little clearer as his distance increases, his voice a bit fainter.]

Apparently they've been stalking everything I've said on here. So you know, that's fantastic. Maybe lock everything you send out for the time being, yeah?

Wait, have they been threatening you or something? I mean, maybe they're just... making fun of you.

[Disgusting joke that would be, but that's better than a lot of other things. Well, to be fair, he kind of brought it on himself... but obviously threats are not okay.]

Whoever they were, they definitely said I need to worry about them.

[Pause. Max hardly needs to hear more about how that threat had more or less extended to anyone and everyone he knows. At least not right now.]

Pretty much straight up said they're willing to kill me four more times.

[Fuuuuuck. Not this shit again. There's another long pause on the line.] Why? I mean, you already... It's not like you came out on top.

I dunno. Maybe Chara's gotta friend.

[Anyone who is their friend's gotta have some relevant interests, right? Like, say, murder.]

Sans said they probably don't, except maybe Frisk.

They're probably just scaring you so you don't do it again... [Her voice trails off. She's not sure, not by a long shot, but what else is she supposed to say?]

Let's hope.

[A beat. He's not really the optimistic type, but there's no point in worrying Max further. She's already had a rough time of it.]

Glad you made it out all right.

Me too. [Another pause.] I'm sorry you didn't.

[Alex doesn't have a lot to say to that. He simply grunts, quietly.]

I rushed into it.

More like went completely ballistic. [She struggles to keep the hard edge out of her voice. It shows for one moment, but in the next her voice is far kinder.]

I mean, I know you were... looking out for me. I shouldn't have brought you into it. Maybe I should've fixed it with that picture.

[She's already ripped up her picture with Nageki, the one she was thinking of using to travel back and just reverse everything. It lies as crumpled pieces somewhere in the forest.

And now the hardness is back, because she has to get the gravity of this point across.]

But you won't do it again, right?

Edited 2016-02-28 02:07 (UTC)

Fixed it.

[His voice has a strange quality to it. That was precisely the kind of rationalization he spun himself through before confronting the little dipshit. The same way he justified what he did, what he had to do, leading his friends unknowingly to their deaths.

It's not okay when he does it? It is when she does?]

What do you mean fix - [Whatever he has to say is cut off in an angry swell of static.

Looks like that radius of his works as an emotional barometer on top of it.]

...Hello?

[Well, that did not sound good. Whatever happened with Chara, she knows she has to fix things with Alex. Hopefully without making anything else worse.

She switches to text for the time being.]

You know stuff was up in Oregon. I could have tried something, but I didn't because it never ends well. Never.

I'm sorry. I wanted to. Believe me.

[God DAMN god damn god damn he hates this. He. Hates this. Switching to text too, because he can do fuck else.]

fine
well i was trying to fix it too

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