[Text] Haha freaking out what do you mean no one's freaking out this is fine-

[achievementhunter]

Greetings, fellow soldiers.

With the current state of things, now is a good time to remind ourselves of appropriate levels of respect for each other. Absolute strangers potentially learning your deepest secrets is not something that sits well with myself; I imagine that I'm hardly the only person who feels this way.

I invite anyone else who may have issues with others attempting to discuss said memories to opt out of such social situations through this network post. In my own circumstances, I would prefer that you kept it to yourself.



In other news, Sans is missing. Perhaps he has also gone on vacation, perhaps not.

Please remain vigilant. If you have any further information in regards to the disappearances, or have noted someone else who does not appear to be available via their phone, feel free to share that particular information.


[Private to Frisk, Asriel, Maka, Hilda, Rin Tohsaka, Toriel, Wade, Zuko]

Please remain in contact throughout the day.

I'd hate to go to the trouble of locating you.

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[heritrix]

[The air freezes, halfway out her throat. It's stuck there like a frog, making her feel dizzy. Or maybe that's the way the world seems to narrow, her range of vision cut to the table. It feels harder than it should to look past the table's edge, and Rin thinks she catches a glimpse of the hem of Chara's green sweater, until that and the door they slammed open are gone too.

Where to instead? Rin gets the impression she's sitting on a floor (hand? on her head) but can't guess more. The tunnel vision is still a thing; there's static and she can't focus. The ringing in her ears becomes a wail; anger and pain and hurt and (947, 947) something that's dug too deep. Because ░▒░▒ can't do that (can't can't can't) can't offer something ░▒░ only going to take away. Can't separate the demon from the child. (what?)

Someone speaks, a white face, but Rin can't hear it over ░▒░▒░▒ racing heartbeat

("░▒░▒. Unfortunately, ░▒░ ▒ ░▒░▒░▒░▒ of habit." Rin's grip on her phone becomes white-knuckled)

and this must be a memory but she can't figure out who. ░▒░▒░ is dissociating so hard it distorts everything just like any chance to get her bearings and if it's that bad now how distraught would ░▒░▒ be if ░▒░▒ let it all out—

"I hate you," the words come from not-her mouth, and Rin latches onto them like an anchor. The voice is young and small.

"I hate you."

She can't take the weight of that breakdown; pushes back at it as hard as she can. And finally Rin gains her balance, only as ░▒░▒░▒ is collapsing in on itself like a sheet of ice at the beginning of spring. A bathroom floor comes into focus, tears splashing like raindrops

(tears hot behind her eyes)

and a feeling ░▒░▒ should have know better.

"I hate you."

It's nonsense words; a mantra repeated over and over because there's nothing else that'd reflect this distress. It's bordering hysterical and murderous, but the hands that shake with restraint to hold that violent instinct back shows the hate isn't real. No, it's something like "I don't want you to touch me, but I don't want you to leave," made all the clearer with a head that drops forward, crying into ░▒░ shirt. When hands scoop their (their?) body up, making Rin feel smaller than she has in years, she half expects to see Kirei and a Christmas tree, for this very reason. But it's not her memory, it's theirs (theirs), and it's not Kirei, it's

("Sans." That's what they were trying to say, when Rin's ears cut out. "Unfortunately he's...")

Sans. And Chara (oh) is so lost they can barely remember who they're talking to, but Rin can see him clearly now. Oh so uncharacteristically focused on what's in front of him and gentle, looking like he's trying to know what to do when he doesn't at all (looking like hell's judgement, bones corpse chandelier cold fear that makes her heart race, breath too quick, missing the rest of the conversation), and it's so stupid, he's so stupid, but Chara's fingers curl into his shirt anyways, clinging, and not just holding something back.

Because they're not a bad kid, like Sans had said once. Just angry and hurt and so tired of the hurt, and the fact they still talk to him after he's seen it—]