[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.

Comments

[heritrix]

[Must not have been good enough. Well, that's just like her. Always failing at the most crucial step. Something. Something gave it away, and it's driving Chara out of the room faster than a shooting star, so make a wish before it disappears.

Leave faster.

The part of her that can still think critically wonders if Chara's reaction is born out disgust; a desire to protect theirself or this relationship too. Leave before it all goes up in flames. But Rin can't connect the intricate web of maybes in her head with what she knows of Chara and what she saw and how much of that would she be better off not ever figuring out, but it's hard to think that clearly when

she feels like she's breathing through a straw

Rin's on the other side of the bookcase now, out of direct sight from the door (she heard it shut and that's all that matters). She can't remember moving from Point A to Point B, but judging from her stinging shins and the trembling arms braced between her and the ground, it wasn't a graceful transition. More like she staggered here and fell. Not at all fitting of the Tohsaka heir, just like the tears cascading down her face and the heaving, aching sobs that squeak out of her, no matter how hard she tries to calm down.

What is this? What is this? It's— It can't be the memory. It's over, isn't it? And it wasn't even that big of a deal. She's seen worse from other people, and shook it off fine. Chara was the one upset, not her. This is just her now, not them, but she doesn't feel like herself.

It's poison. It's a curse. Something has been done to her it's the only explanation, but her thoughts are too loud to figure out what her heartbeat is too loud her blood is too loud every gasp is too loud too loud and her body is falling apart—

In reality she's barely made a sound at all. Nothing but a few books that got knocked over when she fell. Her crying is near soundless, and her breaths only thin wheezes, but they echo in her brain like a gunshot she's certain everyone can hear.

Unacceptable. Barely having to think about it, she slaps one hand up to the bookcase nearest her, leaving behind a red sigil; leans far enough to put one up on the shelf just opposite and then the floor: three points generating a soundproof field between this row of books. An atomic blast could go off in this space and no one would hear, much less the sounds of her coming apart at the seams.

It's only then Rin allows herself to wail, to take in shuddering breaths like there's not enough air, hands clutched to her chest when her arms give out, and rolling to one side. Yes, something's really wrong with her. She needs to calm down and assess one symptom at a time. It could be important. The Queen could be up to new trucks, like spreading a virus through these memories. She needs to approach it rationally in case it happens to someone else, so she can warn them. Needs to calm down enough to help look for the missing people, to look for Sans—Sans.

There's so many things she needs to do, but for some reason thinking of his name (and she doesn't even care about him, not that much) makes her heart hurt more. That has to be leftover from the memory. Yeah. She's just remembering his hand on Chara's head, and picking them up in his arms...

And the way Chara slammed the library door open, head whipping around with a wild gaze. How they were surprised she wasn't dead. Corrected that to assuming she'd been missing like some of the others in the castle. Missing like Sans, who offered something they desperately wanted but they suspected he'd never deliver on, in the end.

In the disjointed mess that is her own body betraying her, Rin finds she does in fact have room to cry for somebody else.]