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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.
no subject
[They scramble back, the black leaking out their mouth now. A void where their eyes should be stares back at the formless mass, but something in that voice...]
[spr_allsoul_4? No, not quite, but close, an echo of an echo they can remember faintly.]
[10760: * Suddenly^1, you realize./]
G█nk▒...?
no subject
But the garbled noise that comes out of Frisk's mouth, distorted and
glitchedstatic-y as it is, it's recognizably his name. He nods encouragingly, not sure how much Frisk can see but acting like they can see perfectly, just in case.]That's right, it's Ginko--the grown-up version of me, anyway. Frisk, can you tell me... what happened? I want to help you, but I can't if I don't know what's wrong.
no subject
[Frisk swallows hard and shakes their head, their hands clenching into tight fists as they look away. The noise in their mind spikes and their whole body flickers, color palettes inverting from blue and pink to green and yellow, before their body settles again. Their voice, however, still skips and catches like a damaged audio file.]
I diddddn't--I don't kno-o-o-o-o-o-ow wh at I did!
[But that's a lie, isn't it?]
[05421: \E4* you're just a dirty& hacker^1, aren't you?/]
no subject
[Telling people to calm down rarely works, but breathing is always a good idea. Unless you're a robot, but anyway.
He keeps his own voice calm as he drops his hands to his sides and sinks back down to his knees, doing whatever he can to avoid spooking the poor kid any further.]
You didn't do anything, that's a good start. Can you remember, did you... touch something strange, or eat something out of the ordinary? It's okay if you can't, I'm just trying to rule out anything that I can think of.