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Sans the Skeleton ([personal profile] justribbing) wrote in [community profile] solnet2016-10-01 07:06 am

EMERGENCY BROADCAST (text)

(All active cellphones sound an alarm briefly during the delivery of this message.)

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


PRESS 1 if outside the vicinity of: home If it is safe to do so, follow the prompts to take and send an image of your surroundings to the administrator.

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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[personal profile] souldeterminant 2016-10-02 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[They suppose this could have been done over text, too.]

[But it's a little funny. He uh, wouldn't remember it, they guess... but for Frisk, it's a hard phone call to forget. so... it's been a while.]

[Give up, or do not. They aren't down here.]


[It feels wrong to be on the reflected end of the parallel, but hey, it's one way of passing it forward. Frisk is quiet for a while longer; biting their tongue to distract from the way their hand grips the phone so hard their fingers tremble. They're... a little afraid to let go. A little afraid of goodbye.]

[But they have no choice. And as much as they wish they could make him remember, well... they're used to it.]


...

Be seeing you.