EMERGENCY BROADCAST (text)

[justribbing]

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To: All Users
From: sans.
Subject: (SUBJECT HERE)
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URGENT ANNOUNCEMENT: The following is an automated message.

Nature of Emergency: cagey queen left us hanging


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Users in the vicinity of: home are requested to congregate in the: mess hall immediately for: probably a good idea to come save us


Additional Notes:

* sup.
* not much, not much, just hangin' with about 3 new and old friends in this cage dangling precariously above the water.
* can't say i like the conditions either, but the cold and damp doesn't get under my skin. i think i see other cages, tho and, uh, i can't say much for them yet.
* six other occupied cages, with about three in each. hey, it's like those math problems you used to get in school.
* startin' to get a real sinking feeling so if there's anybody out there who ain't locked up, it'd mean a lot to me and over 20 other people if you bailed us out.
* see ya. sans.

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Comments

[justribbing]

* or this all goes pear-shaped and we get to have a swim.
* way i see it, we're lookin' at multiple ways this becomes a non-issue.
* great to have options, huh?

[postictal]

[Is it weird that he finds the gallows humor appealing? It's probably really fucked up that this is actually the most reassuring thing he's seen in days, right?]

oh yeah doubly so
given how shitty my lung capacity is you can stop worrying about me pretty quick.
so that's nice, always good to know how to prioritize

[justribbing]

[ There's something about it that takes some of the mystery out of it, exposes the end for the small and insignificant change to the lives of small and insignificant beings for what it is.

A footnote, at best. A punchline, if you know what you're doing. He'd be chugging ketchup like his life depended on it (ha ha) for dramatic effect if he had any. ]

* at least you have lungs.
* me and my bro are lookin' at permanent residency at the bottom of the ocean if we don't get outta here.

* keep an eye on that other guy in there with ya.
* turns out you ain't the only one with a liability in your back pocket.

[postictal]

you don't need to breathe though right? you don't have lungs??

[Is that...not how it works for them? He's not really sure what the minutiae of that is. But you know what, that second little tidbit Sans drops takes priority.]

you mean the guy here who looks like he's about to panic any minute
cause yeah i'd say he's not doing so hot
do i wanna know what's up with him

[justribbing]

* couldn't tell ya what his poison is.
* not to add to your laundry list of troubles, but i hear you gotta steer clear of some goofy looking ghosts.
* do NOT touch them. capiche?
* turns out a little bird's lookin' out for you.

[postictal]

little bird

[Who could - okay, you know what? He's not gonna worry about that right now. Mostly he just needs to keep himself and everyone else with him alive.]

thanks for the heads up. i'll pass it along the line