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Here comes Napstablook [TEXT]

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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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!

[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?

Well! Look who's here.

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

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....

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.

[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!!!]

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...

[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.]

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....

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

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...

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

~~hap~~Mettaton

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]

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

[Something heavy drops in the pit of their stomach, where it sits and writhes uncomfortably.

But they owe it to them to be honest.]

I'm not a monster. I'm the human.

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]

...

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Napstablook?

[This is what happened. There's only one thing that would prompt that kind of reaction. Frisk's heart twists, contorting painfully, the lump in their throat cropping up with a harsh lurch.

Their fingers fly across the keys, fruitlessly, helplessly.]

It's hard to explain, but things aren't like that. I'm not the human you know. I am, but it's more complicated. I came from a time when everyone was happy, where I never hurt anyone.

[Well! There's an interesting reaction!

Tells Chara some very important things. They're not from a timeline where they're friends with the human. In those timelines, if they could perceive Chara at all, then they barely acknowledged their presence. Tolerated both the entities tangled up within the human's shell.

And speaking of which! That seems to prove it, right? That they knew exactly what they were responding to when they announced they were REAL funny.

So this... golly, this is wonderful news, isn't it? If Napstablook's afraid, they know exactly which one to be afraid of. This can go the way it's supposed to. They'll love Frisk (everyone loves Frisk) and point all that terror and derision at the demon that comes. Finally, things can stick to the script.]

Can you? By all means, then. Please. Go on. Pluck me from this world before I can get you. Toss me out like a Nice Cream wrapper.

But I'm still them too, at the same time. It's hard to explain. The important thing is that I'm

I'm sorry

You have every right to hate me.

Edited 2016-08-04 20:59 (UTC)

Please come back.

[Why are they doing this? Why are they doing this? This is what they deserve, isn't it? Filthy, cruel, ruthless thing like them. They broke everything and everyone and they wrecked the world beyond repair and they just expect people to magically be okay with this? No. No. They deserve judgment. They deserve pain. They deserve everything and more, and they should never put this on anyone's shoulders because it shouldn't be anyone's pain to bear but Frisk's.

This is their fault. They did this. They did this. They did this.

They deserve it.

Frisk curls around themselves, thrust a clenched fist in their mouth, bites down hard, and screams into it for a good thirty seconds.]

[The next text comes an hour later. It is perfectly typed out, read over six times, sent with absolute control.]

If I were you, I would talk to Mettaton about it.

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

knock knock.

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