[video] time and time again and time again and time again

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[Sans is sitting on the floor of his room, methodically tearing pages out of a plain-looking notebook. There's clearly writing on the pages, but he's propped his device on a table a few feet away, so it's impossible to tell what it is. He balls up each page and chucks them forward, and from the angle it looks like he's throwing them out into the hallway. There's a watery plap every time.]

anyone opened their door yet? some pretty crazy water physics happening. it just kinda stays there. my cat doesn't know what to do about it. he's kinda freaking out.

[Said cat goes running past the screen with a "mrrbbllggmmb" sound. Sans keeps chucking wads of paper, looking as calm and collected as he always does.]

so, second time trying to post this. we'll see if it takes this time, i guess. dunno if wonderland's just gonna erase it once it's posted or not, but whatever. i'm guessing people have noticed the, uh, weird time stuff going on by now, right?

[Maybe a stumble-jolt feeling, like missing the last step on a staircase? A sense of deja vu?]

yeah, that's my bad. looks like wonderland's giving us a twofer this time.

[Tear. Wad. Toss. Plap.]

listen, i'd just try to ignore it if you can. focus on surviving. might mess with your head a bit, but just try to roll with it. you're gonna get used to it after a day or so. no point in trying to remember what you've forgotten, cause trust me, it's gone. trying to make heads or tails of it's just gonna give you a headache, heh.

[It's not his fault, he keeps telling himself, but haha, it's real easy to just say that. Then it's your event messing everyone up and--well, anyway.]

also, if anyone needs help moving rooms or getting to the kitchen or whatever, hit me up. i'm good with shortcuts. you won't even have to get wet. [He sighs a bit.] can't help everyone, though. you can't make a shortcut to somewhere you've never been. so...

[So.]

and if this is your second or third time hearing this? sorry. sometimes you gotta repeat yourself to make it stick, heh.

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[This is not going well, but Sans honestly has no idea how to help, nor does he think he really even has the capacity to do so. For all he knows, he's been tearing this same page out of his notebook several thousand times already. Maybe it's been days. It doesn't help, not really, it's just--it's just something to do. He'd be sleeping it off if that didn't mean his cat might suffocate.]

it's been going on for however long the event's been doing

probably a couple days

they only ever last a couple days

so sooner or later (haha) it'll end

listen like i said in the post just try not to think too hard about it

just roll with it if you can

[postictal]

[Making jokes. Sooner or later it'll end. Sooner or later it'll just stop...being. Will it stop by the time he suffocates? Before then? After?]

if i die does it bring me back

[Boy. That's probably really morbid, huh? Not something you ask anybody, not something your brain just automatically jumps to when you hear something about a time loop fucking up your senses.

He'd feel bad about it, but he's not actually sure there's a way to feel worse than he already does.




Another lie, of course.

There's always a way.]

[punful]

[He had a feeling. Had a feeling Tim was...]

[Well, like the rest of them. Like pretty much everyone he knows. Ain't that depressing.]

probably

not gonna test it out myself, but

[He types in his shrug emoji then...deletes it. Probably a bit too callous.]

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great

[Not great at all, in fact. If he gets stuck in that perpetual loop of gagging on his own swollen tongue, choking on lack of air, then he'll have to remember it at least once - and live with it, over and over.

But if he can't retain any of it, does it matter any?

Not much, no.]

won't remember this will i

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you might. if you're lucky, you won't

[He pauses with his thumbs above the keys for a solid thirty seconds, debating with himself.]

listen

i know this sucks

but if i


if i could help more i actually would

there's just

really nothing you can do but just try to roll with it and keep going

[postictal]

[Wow. He...can't even say he's surprised at all, can he? Just roll with it. Keep going. Ride it out. Because there's nothing to be done, no control to be had over your own damn life, so all you can do is hope that it treats you well.

It never does.

It never, never does.]

fine

[Story of his life.]

just means it all lasts longer

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[No, it never does. Or at least it very, very, very rarely does. There's no control, and there's no such thing as an ending, and there's no such thing as a beginning, either. This is how it is. This is just how it is when time is a flat circle. Circles don't start or finish.]

[Basic math.]

technically, you're only half right



hang in there

[postictal]

do i have a choice

[Just roll with it and keep going. It's not like he's not used to it. Just let the world play everything out. Let it wash over you. Don't mind it any, right?

Choice isn't a luxury for people like him.]

[punful]

not really.

[Look at him, being all honest and stuff.]

[postictal]

fantastic

[Not that he's not used to that. He's plenty used to that. He just doesn't want to acknowledge it half the time, as if lying to himself makes it any easier to process.]

[punful]

good luck, i guess.

[postictal]

yeah

[You too, he almost adds. But he doesn't.

He's never been a very good person.]