Here comes Napstablook [TEXT]

[rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry]

 3:01 pm: my cellphone is different... where even am i...
 3:01 pm: maybe i'm dreaming?
 3:01 pm: this is a pretty big house....
 3:02 pm: how do you even work this app... it isn't like UnderNet at all... am i using it right... sorry....
 3:04 pm: found a window..... i guess i am on the surface? sorry you already knew that if you're in the dream. there's lots of humans here, i gotta, i gotta go....
 3:05 pm: i found a room..... it has lots of instruments.... like... a piano....
 3:05 pm: this is probably a dream, right? i should enjoy it before i have to wake up, right?
 3:56 pm: update: i can't play the ukelele even in a dream

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[didntknowbest]

Greetings! My name is Toriel.

Unfortunately, this is not a dream. This place is called 'Wonderland'.

I am afraid that you will be stuck here for a while. I am relatively new here myself, but I would be happy to be your guide!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! five million exclamation points

[rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry]

um... well... i uh... i hate to break it to you Ms Toriel but uhhh....
...
i'm pretty sure this is definitely a dream if you're here... you're kinda... you've been....
[a pause as they hover over the keyboard. no, telling her would just make it awkward and uncomfortable]
you, um, you'd never use UnderNet in the real world... haha... sorry...

i kind of... i mean, not that you're wrong, but this isn't too bad...
i like it here....

[didntknowbest]

That is probably true, as I do not know what an 'Undernet' is.

Do you know who I am, perhaps? It sounds as if you are speaking from experience.

[rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry]

i know you don't know, haha... but you're using a social network like it right now, right?

well, i mean, ah, i think i know you, but i mean sometimes more than one monster have the same name...

but i knew know a lady named toriel. she was is my best customer, from my snail farm... ar you her or... or did i get it wrong...

[didntknowbest]

Oh! Is this Napstablook? Or... perhaps one of their cousins?

[Judging by their demeanor, she'd guess Napstablook, but... she's never been quite as familiar with the other ghosts at the farm, so she doesn't want to assume.]

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[determinedest]

[UnderNet. No one else types quite like Napstablook, do they?

They choose their words carefully, nervously. There are plenty of people here who can vouch for them, but...they've never quite forgotten the initial shock and dismay that stemmed from Toriel's arrival.]

You're not dreaming. You're in a place called Wonderland. What's the last thing you remember?

hello hello hello

[rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry]

i'm sorry i don't want to make this awkward but i'd rather um... i'd rather spend this dream enjoying it than... than thinking about that.

sorry... um... i made it awkward...

=)

[determinedest]

[That's not a good sign. Not at all. Frisk swallows hard before continuing.]

It's not awkward. I just think I remember you.

My name's Frisk. Do you remember?

[They hold their breath. The moment of truth, already here.]

:-)

[rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry]

frisk?
...sorry i dont know any monsters that go by frisk, i'm sorry...

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[fulllifeconsequences]

Well! Look who's here.

Perhaps you need an instrument more suited to a ghost. Like... the scare-inet?

oh gosh

[rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry]

haha good one....

actually i cant play the clarinet.... i don't.... i don't have lips.... sorry

umm ... who is this.... is this sans....

golly!!!

[fulllifeconsequences]

Gosh, I don't think you'd recognize me at all. Know any ghosts who aren't related to you?

well i'll be darned!

[rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry]

ghosts that aren't.... related... i don't....

[realization dawns on them. the ghost they saw at the ruins. the Human ghost the one that-]

...You shouldn't be here.

this is my dream..... i can force you out....

[They already made the waking reality a nightmare, Napstablook isn't going to let them turn this dream into one as well]

Video, all the time, forever, instantly

[mettatonvevo]

[When the text comes in, Mettaton is actually walking around the mansion, trying to visualize where he should put the stage he is thinking of building in Wonderland. He absentmindedly checks his device, and nearly cracks the screen in how hard he is gripping it when he realizes who, exactly, is texting.

He's already pressing "video" to shoot a response back.]

Blooky!!! Blooky!!!! It's you, isn't it???? Darling, where are you??? I'm going to find you, immediately!

[A piano?? Piano. Music room. What floor was that on, again? Doesn't matter. His cousin is here!! And he will find them!!!]

Re: Video, all the time, forever, instantly

[rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry]

[there is a long pause. Napstablook dropped their device. the ghost's chest hurts. they pick it back up.]

hapMettaton

i...

yes, it's me...

you....

i've ah... i've got to. go.
got to wake up now... i'm sorry...

i can't...
i can't do this

[seeing his face, hearing his voice call them by their old nickname.. it's too much. the ghost tries to will themselves awake as tears well up in their eyes]

[mettatonvevo]

[Out of all the possible reactions that Napstablook could have had towards seeing Mettaton, this was the one he least expected.]

Blooky, darling, you're not dreaming! It's me! Your- [he looks around himself, making sure no one can overhear, and lowers his voice] your cousin. I, I don't know what's wrong, but it's going to be all right because I'm going to find you soon. You're in the music room, right?

Audio

[rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry]

[the ghost's video is hastily shut off, and their voice shakes a little as they talk]

i know... i know it's you... i've known since your first broadcast...

[they laugh but it sounds closer to a choke]

i'd know your voice anywhere.... i'm sorry... you couldn't tell me...

[it spills out of their mouth. funny how quickly they forgive him now that he's gone.]

[they don't believe him when he says it'll be okay. Any moment now, they'll wake up and he will be gone. But there's no point in telling the dream that. The ghost's voice starts to steady.]

i mean....
it's a room...
and it's full of music stuff...

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[punful]

[Is this...oh man. It is, isn't it?]

knock knock.

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[rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry]

who is this.... i mean... oh gosh i did that wrong sorry....

...

......

.........

who's there...

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[punful]

boo.

[rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry]

...

boo... wh o?

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[sciencelizard]

[She has to read this over a few times before she realizes who this is-- oh gosh, Mettaton is going to lose it.]

napstablook!
it's dr alphys =^w^=
uhhhhhh theres a lot of us here and its not really a dream????
at least i dont think so
i mean
uh
here hang on

[She switches to video and waves at the screen a little. It's... been a while since she actually saw them, or probably since they've seen her, considering the probable circumstances.]

H-Hey! Uh, maybe this will be, uh, easier?

OuO

[rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry]

[their video flashes on and you catch a glimpse of their tear filled eyes before the visual cuts out. their voice is wobbly but stronger than usual]

doctor.... doctor alphys.... thank god it's you....

i don't care if this is a dream or not, doctor.... i.... i'm sorry, i'm rambling....

the humans are here, doctor...
the humans are here and we need to evacuate the monsters again....
i'm sorry ...
they...
they're here and they're going to k.... to ki....

[their voice breaks]

sorry...

this sweet bab

[sciencelizard]

[The humans are here...? Well of course they are, but--

Oh. Oh jeez. She knows what's going on.]

N-No, uh, it's okay! I mean, uhm, it's n-not a danger, uh, here. There's no humans h-here that are, uh, going to hurt you. There's a l-lot of monsters, uh, from the Underground, here, a-and we're all safe!

a smol bean

[rlynotfeelinup2itrnsorry]

no, doctor, you don't understand, they're the murderers....

[Why doesn't she remember? How could she not remember?]

of course they won't hurt me, not that they haven't tried, haha...
but that's not the point....

they'll hurt people again they'll-

[They lower their voice to a whisper]
they'll hurt my cousin again.... i can't.... we can't let them...