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hey

[...]

[Sans is instantly at a loss.]

knock knock

[...]

[Should've expected this, really. But unfortunately for Sans, the ice-breaker goes right over Tim's head.]

what

like a knock knock joke?

[Time to teleport into the sun.]

[SAY AGAIN:]

what

[If he was the screaming sort he'd be screaming into his hands.]

basically i was gonna try to lead into an apology by starting with a knock-knock joke but uh

i can just skip to the part where i say

sorry

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[Sorry, Sans. But, one more time.]

what

[He almost wonders if Tim is messing with him.]

i'm sorry

about that last event

and what i said

[...ah.]

[He, uh. Maybe he should've seen this coming. But he hadn't expected anyone to contact him outside of Asgore, and that had kind of taken precedence.]

it's fine

no it's not

you were already in a bad state and i made it worse

and for that i'm sorry

neither of us knew what we were doing

i guess that's true

are you okay?

[Stupid question.]

i'm alive and asgore's alive.
about all i can ask for

[It's more than he was hoping for, to be honest.]

[Sans is gonna take that as a "not really."]

yeah i saw his post

glad he made it back okay

and you also

so there's no problem

[Yeah, this is absolutely fine. Things are totally normal here now. They can just go back to that status quo, and nothing's changed. Right?]

[Sure, yes. No problem. Everything's fine. He's a huge fan of sweeping things under the rug and pretending everything is fine.]

[But.]

[God, he hates that there's a "but" these days. Trying to be a halfway decent person tires him out so much, and he never even knows if he's any good at it.]

i mean

if you want to talk or something

hash stuff out...

that wasn't normal
for either of us

shouldn't have acted the way i did

no

[No, it wasn't normal.]

you were panicking. it happens. you can't blame yourself for that

[He can't even deflect. He can't even say something like, so, were you and him close? or whatever other inane things people say to try and realign the direction of these sorts of conversations. He can't say that, because he now knows exactly how close the two of them were, and how close the two of them weren't.]

and what?
that makes it ok?

Edited 2017-09-05 00:19 (UTC)

i don't know

[You can't really blame someone for something they can't control, and it's not like Sans knows how hard Tim has tried or hasn't tried to get control. But he also knows that feeling--that condescending tone people get when they tell you you're not really to blame, it's just that there's that One Thing wrong with you that you can't help. On the one hand, it feels like they quietly resent you for it; on the other, it feels like they're trying to give you a free pass. There's a middle ground in there somewhere, but hell if Sans knows where it is.]

maybe there's just a difference between losing control and giving it up

they're both excuses

[He's fucked up, and he knows he's fucked up. Why the hell is Sans trying to excuse him like this? Like he's not...like he didn't make another mistake in a long train of mistakes?]

[And why is he still bothering?]

they're reasons

just maybe not good ones

either way, let's face it, it's not like i was helping matters

and i was?
i shouldn't even have been there

it was me being there that got him killed don't forget

i don't get it

do you want me to blame you?

[It'd be nice if someone would.]

[But people...already have. Chara has - or maybe they just blamed him for misleading them, for acting as though things were different from how they remembered a fusion between souls should be. Maybe they just blamed him for saying Asgore didn't explain it, as though it were his fault.]

its my fault isn't it
i put myself in the line of fire

[It should have been Tim.]

[It should have been.]

[And it comes back around. The same argument they had before. The same self-blame. It's like with Chara or Frisk, or like when any of Sans's friends try to convince him that he's not just abject garbage. He can remember a year ago, the echo of a ghost of someone who never existed telling him that he's not just some dumping ground for all the worst things in his life. They all have blinders on or something. Why do they all do this? Is it just that it's easier? Have they been taught to think like this? Have they been blamed so often for things that weren't their fault that they blame themselves as some kind of preemptive action?]

[It varies, he thinks. Or it's all of the above.]

[And he knows how this goes. They'll just talk in circles again, and then Sans will probably say something stupid and that'll be that.]

[He's tired.]

i know so many people like you

and like me

i think wonderland must make this kind of thing worse

it's almost funny

there's this whole world that thrives on people's suffering

but we'd rather blame ourselves before anyone or anything else

[As if it's a choice. It's not. It's just--what they do. How their minds work.]

i spent what feels like decades making blame and judgment my whole business

but it just doesn't work here

and i'm tired

so you're not gonna get any from me

so i guess at the risk of repeating myself

[That's a joke.]

it wasn't your fault

text, night, 9/2

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