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e x p e r i m e n t #05 (accidental video)

[When the broadcast starts, it goes from silence to the immediate noise of two people screaming, punctuated by the sound of laser gunshots and mechanical whirring. It seems the device is on a side-table, giving a flat view of Ford and Alphys… perched on another table. Alphys is curled up, hands over her head, looking incredibly distressed, while Ford seems to be shooting at something off-camera.]

Oh m-my god, oh my god, we’re going to d-die here, I’m so s-sorry, I didn’t know they were all going to start...

Don’t worry! I happen to have excellent aim.

[All of a sudden, something takes a flying leap up onto the table, and Alphys yells as Ford shoots it down. The ensuing shot causes the device to fall over, revealing the floor is absolutely covered in knife wielding box tentacles, some with multiple arms, some with multiple knives, all running over each other and stabbing the floor, themselves, and the table. Alphys is still yelling. Ford is still shooting. It looks like an absolute catastrophe.]

Maybe we shouldn’t have prototyped them with the basic ability to learn--

Well it w-would have been fine if it was just, y-you know, one of them! They weren’t all supposed to turn on at the same time!

[Suddenly, Alphys turns her head and seems to notice the device, turning herself around and reaching out to grab it, bringing it in close to her and Ford.]

Uh, t-this is totally under control! No need to panic! I d-don’t, uhm, know how long this has been broadcasting, but, it’s f-fine! … And m-maybe don’t come to Ford’s room for, uhm, a little bit, for uh. Reasons.

Is that thing on? Uh, I mean-- Yes! Everything is absolutely, 100% under control. There is no need to worry about anythi-- [Ford cuts himself off and hisses.] Watch out, Alphys! I think it just tasted my blood!!

Oh g-god please don’t let that do anything new.

[And the device blinks off, cutting out the mechanical whirring sounds with it.]

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She's right! And I know neither of you kids would want to slice your own face off. Not even you, Chara. Maybe we'll build something that's slightly-- I mean, a lot less deadly.

[He's just firing away. One of the things makes a horrible mechanical screeching noise.]

Ooh. Sorry, little buddy.

Ah. I see how it is.

Some things are too dangerous to deserve life. Some people cannot be trusted with anything. Better to just immediately destroy the life you have created, never having given it a chance to learn to do better.

That's what you're trying to say here, is it not?

[Damnit Chara do you have to right now.]

No, we're t-trying to say these are actually stabbing machines and it wouldn't be safe to just, j-just let people have them, because they could get hurt.

[YOU ARE NOT GETTING ONE OF THESE, KNIFECHILD, YOU ARE NOT]

Edited (LMAO WHAT'S AN HTML) 2016-10-18 01:40 (UTC)

It's okay Alphys. I think that was what the internet colloquially refers to as a "shitpost," but in verbal form.

[He uses air finger quotes.]

[She knows what a shitpost is, Ford. She also knows Chara. That was in no way a shitpost.]

I just, t-they're not sentient! Not really! It's not even a t-true VI, let alone an AI! They're just!!! Tentacles!

[She looks like she's going to explode from sheer stress god help her]

[Frisk shoots Chara a mildly disapproving look - that's not what this is about! But then Ford says that and Frisk immediately forgets everything else.

They stare at Ford.

They stare at Ford.

They stare at Ford.

They cannot for the life of them say why they say what they say next.]

I'm telling Toriel you did a swear!

--That was purely for context!! In the interest of clarity!

[DON'T YOU DARE]

It's a t-term! There's no other way you can censor that!!

[FRISK IS THIS REALLY THE TIME]

I'm telling! I'm telling!

[Frisk has been reduced to hooting the words out gleefully, pointing an accusatory finger at the feed.]

You swore in front of the young impressionable grasshoppers? How could you?

[And Chara just - Chara just bursts out laughing. Because the swear word is the problem here, not the "invented a tiny fleet of deathbots." Not even the "won't let the knifechild have a little pet knifebot, for knifing."

So they do what comes naturally to any child. They pile right onto that.]

Stanford did a swear!!

I'll do YOU a swear in a minute! And it's Stanford swore.

Grammar, Chara.

[Alphys is actually screaming this time.]

FORD PLEASE KEEP SHOOTING THEM OR WE ARE GOING TO DIE!!!!!!!!

Golly, my bad. Let me correct myself:

Stanford am done a pottyword.

[OH. RIGHT. SHOOTING.]

WE'RE NOT GOING TO DIE!

Chara, you're grounded.

[He absolutely does not mean this in a serious way.]

Edited 2016-10-18 01:59 (UTC)

You can't ground me for grammar! You're not my dad!

[They look genuinely scandalized, like they actually think he's trying to punish them.]

In fact, I'm grounding you for making knife robots!

[EVERYONE'S GOT THEIR PRIORITIES HERE, THAT'S FOR DARN SURE.

Frisk adds, more emphatically:]

Are grounded kids still grounded if they blow up all your tentacle boxes with a rocket launcher?

Y-Yes, because you'd also destroy Ford's room!!!

[PLEASE FORD JUST KEEP SHOOTING THE TENTACLE BOXES SHE WANTS TO S U R V I V E]

YES! Yes they are! Blowing things up with a rocket launcher would be far more destructive and I like my lab in one piece.

Well, it doesn't look like shooting them is doing you a lot of good.

[If they can be frank here. Which they are. They are very frank. If their name wasn't Frisk it'd be Frank.]

I'm still over here in Team Just Pawn Them Off To Chara. Just thought you should all know.

Chara, no.

... Even if w-we wanted, to, we couldn't, because we c-can't get out. It's fine. We can d-deal with this.

The only place these bots will be going is into the scrap heap. Shooting them is doing lots of good! I just cleared an entire section of floor.

Chara, I'll give one of these to you if you go on the network and publicly announce that you never, ever want to stab anyone again, ever, and furthermore, that you both enjoy and respect the sanctity of all life.

Do that, and I'll consider giving one of these things to you.

[He is 0% serious but 500% A Total Asshole.]

[Frisk has written something on a page that they now holding up, out of view of both Alphys and Ford:

BLUEPRINTS IN THE LAB Y/Y
Just because some people are spoilsports who mass-produce knife-wielding tentacles without a demand to go with that supply doesn't mean Frisk isn't gonna be there to help a fellow sinner out.]

You know we're really good at helping with things like this! We don't have to bring the rocket launcher.

[Chara gives the page a fleeting, sideways glance, and does nothing but smile.

Frisk knows them well enough to tell what this particular brand of smile means.]

Fine, okay, I can see you're not going to hand one over to me. But at least let Frisk help out. You know how they are about helping. It's basically their superpower.

I t-think we can handle it. I don't want either of you to g-get attacked. Or any of them to get out of here.

[She doesn't want to think about inventing something that ends up stabbing Frisk. No. Nope. No stabbing Frisk. Or Chara, for that matter.]

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