[action | text] a skeleton walks into wonderland

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[So, okay. This is new. Sans is no stranger to waking up in weird places and wondering how you got there, but this is preeeeeetty different. For one thing, there's a sky. And sunshine. And even a freaking ocean.]

[It's the Surface, but...not exactly. Something ain't right. Fortunately, Sans is a master of staying chill, even in the face of the truly weird. He spends a good few hours wandering around the courtyards and gardens, getting his bearings, reading the network archives and generally figuring things out. There's a huge building nearby but he doesn't want to go indoors yet. This could all vanish at any second. He wants to enjoy the existence of sunshine while he can.]

[Seeing a skeleton wandering around so close to Halloween...it fills you with...DETERMINATION?]

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[Once he's pretty sure he's got a handle on what's going on here, he decides it's high time he introduced himself to the populace. And hey, whaddaya know, there's a font on here that really speaks to him.]

so...is this place updog?

a d r e a m

[manxomnivore]

[ It is Tuesday. And tonight you will dream.

Perhaps you cannot usually dream. Perhaps you do not sleep. Then this will be strange. Because...

Tonight you will dream.

You dream of silence and white light, nothing but white light. You think it feels pleasant and warm, until three... two... one brief moments pass, and you understand that the light doesn't tingle your skin, it burns. It cuts the way fire cuts, deep and scorching, seeping through layer after layer, leaving neither speck nor spot unmarred.

You never thought your flesh could be rent asunder, you never thought your bones could burst apart.

The silence breaks with the sound of ancient trees falling to the ground, of ice cracking from a glacier's top, of screeching metal beams in abandoned places, of desperate echos in corners too remote to ever be found. The silence breaks with the sound of your pain.

And as your scream fades, so does the light. ]

er... omec^nosu.... otraeneb... lli wsuotraed_erew ohw... sdnei... rf_lufhtiaf...........

[ Grey, at first. Dull. Neither light nor dark.

Until a small shadow passes in front of your vision. ]

wollasetaf.... eht^finoos..... yademos......

[ Another shadow.

And another.

And another.

And another, another, another, an^{another ANOTHER} ANOTHER ANOTHER ANOTHER AN--

........other, until all is dark, until you think you look at the pitch black night sky, and watch tiny stars appear, bright and yellow, one after another.

You think that until all the stars blink, all at once. Until they stare right at you, thousands and thousands of tiny, yellow eyes. ]

r͉̗̬̫͖̐ͥͦͬͪͤͅê̡̫̜̲̬͖̣̗̒̕ḩ̸̟͙̐͒̄͂ͬ̏̊ ̸̐̿̽̃͒̚͜ͅt̶̰̠̣̘̔̃̈ͬ̾̍̃͑e̵̻̻͉̩̮͒̊̉͑̿̂͒ͥͪ ̱̰̝̯̻͓̰̍ͤ͆̀̽́̚gͫ͋̄͊҉̗̰̩̬̬̣͘ȏͫ̿̀͢҉̶̗͔̣̟͓̰͕ ̨͖̪͉̳̩͚̌͐͑̿̏̎ţ͗͑̂ͤͩ͏̸͇̻̟͎̖̯̭̥e̷̵̢͙̗̳̙̹͈͉̭ͬ̑̾͌͐b̸̨̲̱̦̱̰͈̞̈́ͯ͆̑ͤ̌͐ͤ.̶̗̼̪͙͋͑͠.̹̬̘̝̘̯̼̲ͨͯͥͦ͐̐.̛͓̜ͬ̅ͯͣ͒̄̒̓͘ ̸̨̛̳̱̻͕̤̄ͣl̳̮͋̊͆̓͛͜͜l̑ͥ͌͟͏̦̣̺̟̪͡ͅa̪̳͉͖ͨ̉̓̂͂̅̇̆͆͠ ̵̸̘̰̭͍̠̬̺̑͋͗̑ͨl̪̥̜͚͖̩ͧ̍̈́́́l̨͚͔̘͈̹͇͓̒͌ͯ̇ͯͪͥͤͨ͘ͅï͇̹̟̮̰̾ͫ̈́͘͝w̸̗̗͚̥̗͐ͮͮ̋ͩ͊͢ẻ̬̺̔̊̓͂̀̀̕w̹̟̹̉̑͘.̷̫̫̒͆͋.̜̬͎͓͎͉̾̓͒̽ͤ̋ͬ͢.̡̳̫̰̰̘̳̏̆̏͆͂̐͋ͨͫ͟.̡͛̒ͫ̒͂ͬͦͨ͊͏̬͎̹̗͚̮͕̫ͅ.

[ And there, at last, your dream begins to melt away... ]

w̘̭͈͉̏̍̑oh̃͛ͧ̽̍ͯ͢ḛ̦̠̮͉ͪͮm̩̹̤̈́͊̌̔ͮ̚o̭̥̻̯̭̗̺͗̅ͨͥͩs̡͕̖͓̃̓́̏h̸̺̼͚̰g̮̘͡u̅̊̋҉̥͓̪͕̹̯ò̜̦ͩr̩ͦͮͮͮͧ̓h͍͕̏̋̂͋ͯt̢̲͔̊.̴̻͈̬̰͍ͪ.̃ͤ̂̍̚҉̱̺̰̮̫.̟̠͍̙̳̫̥̾͜ ͕̗̼̙̤ͥ̌̔̽ͩ̐̎e͕̜̜̳͚̼̲͊͂ͧ͒̔l͇͙ͫ͆̒̉̊̐ͪd̳͆͒ͧ͆ͨ̽̀ ̗̼̜̯̲̈́͐͌̀d͖̪͖̣̫̮̠ͮ͌ͫ̈́u̴̙͙͆m̺̀͒ͧͫ̉ö͒͑̊̑͋̀̀t̷̻̤̫̲̹͉͐̂͑̈́̽e͇̤͍̞ͦ̏ͣ̉̾͝v͎͉̦͎̪̰ͯ̚a͇͚̙̦ͮͦͧ̾ͣͭh̨̗̔.͎͚͕̝̹̱̮ͬ̽̉͒͌̌̓͢.̓̅ͤͨ̚.̯͉ͯ͂̐̐ ̳̼̦̥̝̘̳̃ͧͩ̐́l̴̾ͬ̊l̡̉ͪ̋̒̑͌iͩ̆̈̓ͮ̈̐͞w̝̃͗ͨ͂ͫ͛e͗̒̓ͪ̄̄͏͙̦̗̦̰w̨͕̭̽ͧ̀ͨ.̰̟̜͛ͦͬ͘.͉̩͕͉͖.̻̙̼̞͉̟̎̅̈́̿͗ ͈̘̪͔͓͇̬ͫͧ̒n̶̦͈̭͙e̙̥ȟt̪͖̪̜̳̉̂̽ͫ̎́ ͍̱̝̳̥ͤ̏ͭ̌͌̎̚l̐ͭ̔͑̾i̯̱̺̎ͪ̐ͯ͋͑t̛̖̆ͯͯͣ̽̑̒n̗͍̰̯̤ͫ̓͠u̜͉̗ͬ.̲̝̬̿͠.̯.̫̜͚͓͔ͯͭ̀ͦ̚ͅ.̰͕̥̿̉ͤ̿͗ͪ͡.̎̊̉̄.̺͇̞̐ͩ̉͌͠

[ And when you wake up, at last, everything will be as it was before.

Or so it seems. ]

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[charlastan]

[There's no video this time, but there's background noise. Some might mistake it for static, but others might put together what it really is - waves rolling and crashing. After a moment or two, Stan's voice comes through loud and clear. He doesn't waver, but he definitely keeps it brief.]

So, uh. When somebody's room's all cleared out, that means they're outta here, right? ...Just makin' sure I've got it straight.

[No one will believe that for even a second, but to be totally honest Stan's not even trying really. There's another beat and he considers ending it there, but there's one more thing he needs to say. He should probably do so privately, but he's pretty sure most people think the only people he has around here are the twins and he doesn't want anyone getting the wrong idea about who's gone.]

And Dipper? Mabel? ...We've gotta talk.

[That's it. He cuts the feed there and he goes back to what he's been doing most of the day - pitching rocks as hard and as far as he can into the ocean from the docks, and shouting obscenities at the open water, at someone who will never hear him. He'll be there most of the day, if anyone would rather catch him in person.]