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thisavrou_log2016-11-15 11:55 pm
gainedlove) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-11-15 11:55 pm
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00009: \XLa, la.^3 &Time to wake&up and\R smell\X &the^4 pain./
Who: Frisk and YOU
When: November 15th
Where: Around the Moira
What: Don't try to hack your FILE, kids
Warnings: violence, reality fuckery, will update as needed
They still think about it.
Almost every day since they woke up in a body of pure physicality again, they've thought about those weeks that they had been something else. Something different, something better than the flesh and blood and horrible red strength that beats inside their chest. Something safe and warm that they had longed for for so long...
Gone as if it had never happened.
But it did. They still remember, remember what it was like to have paws instead of hands, for their ears to droop low and to be covered in warm fur. What it was like to fit in, to belong where they never truly had before, despite all of Toriel and Asriel's assurances. And it's in watching those memories on their disk, trying to relive the moment, that they realize...
Everything is in there. Can't they just...put it back?
Their work is fumbling and clumsy. It takes ages to even figure out where the data is, even longer to understand how to manipulate it. Rinzler had made the whole thing seem so simple, but Frisk can't even seem to find the right paths within their own self. Maybe, just maybe if Someone Else were here, they could make sense of--
Frisk blinks in confusion at the text that suddenly starts scrolling through, long strings of numbers and odd bits of code, even broken sentences strung through with punctuation that doesn't belong. Something itches in the back of their mind, but they don't pay it any attention. Maybe if they change something here...?
Suddenly the whole display flickers and the text rapidly shifts with a strange, jittering sound, and Frisk frantically tries to stop the corruption. But the more they change things the worse it gets, until nothing seems recognizable anymore. No, no, this is bad, this is bad, they have to find someone to help...! Frisk cancels the holographic display and grabs the disk, moving to get up...
And without thinking, they dock the disk onto their back again.
S Y N C H R O N I Z I N G . . .
When: November 15th
Where: Around the Moira
What: Don't try to hack your FILE, kids
Warnings: violence, reality fuckery, will update as needed
They still think about it.
Almost every day since they woke up in a body of pure physicality again, they've thought about those weeks that they had been something else. Something different, something better than the flesh and blood and horrible red strength that beats inside their chest. Something safe and warm that they had longed for for so long...
Gone as if it had never happened.
But it did. They still remember, remember what it was like to have paws instead of hands, for their ears to droop low and to be covered in warm fur. What it was like to fit in, to belong where they never truly had before, despite all of Toriel and Asriel's assurances. And it's in watching those memories on their disk, trying to relive the moment, that they realize...
Everything is in there. Can't they just...put it back?
Their work is fumbling and clumsy. It takes ages to even figure out where the data is, even longer to understand how to manipulate it. Rinzler had made the whole thing seem so simple, but Frisk can't even seem to find the right paths within their own self. Maybe, just maybe if Someone Else were here, they could make sense of--
1 Chara
2 1
3 20
4 20
5 10
6 25
7 10
8 20
9 4
10 0
11 57
12 0
13 17
29 51
30 64
31 0
543 1
544 1
547 332
548 319
549 877045
Frisk blinks in confusion at the text that suddenly starts scrolling through, long strings of numbers and odd bits of code, even broken sentences strung through with punctuation that doesn't belong. Something itches in the back of their mind, but they don't pay it any attention. Maybe if they change something here...?
12 20
ERROR
ERROR
ERROR ERROR ERROR ER█▇▛▉▜▂
00001: demonx
00002: By the way, most of the seemingly unused text/files are used.
00003: demony
00004: If you can find the in-game context for an asset, you can show it off. But if you can't, it probably means you haven't looked hard enough. Anything truly unused I'll probably post myself, later.
00005: demonz
00006: Living in a world like this, where people can simply cheat out the answers from the code... your impatience has REALLY damaged you, hasn't it?
Suddenly the whole display flickers and the text rapidly shifts with a strange, jittering sound, and Frisk frantically tries to stop the corruption. But the more they change things the worse it gets, until nothing seems recognizable anymore. No, no, this is bad, this is bad, they have to find someone to help...! Frisk cancels the holographic display and grabs the disk, moving to get up...
And without thinking, they dock the disk onto their back again.
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04655: * Please don't think about& this anymore./%%
[It's all confused and jumbled in their head, and it hurts. They never did that, they never did that to him, did they?]
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... I-I think mom's back in the room by now. Let's go see her, okay? Whatever's happening, you're going to be okay.
[He's not going to lose another sibling. He won't.]
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[Frisk hesitates, their gaze flicking between Asriel's face and his hands, and for a moment their eyes suddenly change. No, not just their eyes, but their whole face. The shape of their cheeks, the color of their skin...* Still just you, Frisk but still different, still not them.]
[They don't seem to notice, and they're back to normal in an instant.]
My h̡e͇a̓d͌ h̶̴̦̩͙ũ̬͂r̴͚ͬt̃᷁͒s̸᷂̺ͧ᷅.͈̅̃.̷̷̮̣̠̾᷈.͏ͨ̔
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Did you wake up like this?
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[Another twist and surge, and line after line flickers through their mind.]
[10357: \E6Did you hear me&calling you...?/%%]
[11366: You can't quit^1!& Stay determined.../%%]
[00506: * (Golden flowers.^1)&* (They must have& broken your fall.)/%%]
[Suddenly Frisk freezes, and starts speaking in a voice not their own.]
05643: \E1There is one thing./
05644: \E3One last threat./
05645: One being with the&power to erase&EVERYTHING.../
05646: \E1Everything everyone's&worked so hard for./
05647: \E6You know who I'm&talking about^1, don't&you?/
05648: \E1That's right./
05649: \E4I'm talking about YOU./
[He...knew? He knew?!]
Who...who was that? Who were you talking to?
[Frisk's eyes fix upon Asriel's own, wide and brimming with tears. They reach for him and grip tightly onto his shoulders, voice cracking and desperate.]
W͍᷈̂h᷇͒᷃o᷊᷊᷃ k̶̗͎e̠͜ͅe᷿̭͢p̠ͮ̃s̛͏̙ R̄̇ͯEͬ͊͟S̴ͣ̏E͉᷅ͭT̖̈͞i̛᷆͗ń̻͕g͚᷄͞ ė̯̊v͈̯̎ẹ̸̢r͚̃̕ẙ̠᷅ṭ͛̊h̭͖̲i͚̻͞n͒̆ͣgͬ̈͌?̴̱᷆!̢̗̾
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I - I don't know what you're talking about!
[Were they trying to say that he said those things? But he doesn't remember anything like that. Frisk grips his shoulders and speaks with a voice so frantic and cracked with glitches that Asriel tries to flinch away.]
F-Frisk, stop! You're scaring me!
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[They're starting to try, red and black and clear tracks that can't decide what they are, everything is changing too fast. Lines and sprites and loops of code that rattle in their brain, cycling and cycling and it stops, it never stops they just want this to end already!]
I don't want it to go back, I don't want you to forget again!