00009: \XLa, la.^3 &Time to wake&up and\R smell\X &the^4 pain./

[gainedlove]

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--

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.

S Y N C H R O N I Z I N G . . .

Comments

[gainedlove]

[Frisk takes a step back, shaking their head. They can see it, spr_undyne_starkd advancing, advancing, never stopping for anything, but they know--they KNOW that can't be what this is. She's not here, her voice doesn't sound like that!]

I...I don't...

[grandpaladin]

What has happened...?

[For a towering man like Reinhardt, it's no easy task to make his voice this soft. It's hard. His usual words are huge and booming across a room. But now they're quiet. Private.]

[Concerned.]

[He wants to step toward them, but refrains. He keeps a hand outstretched toward them, regardless.]

Do you need the doctor?

[gainedlove]

[Frisk stares at his hand, apprehension written in every inch of their posture, and something...flickers. Their face, clothes, their whole body, it jitters and glitches like a hologram being corrupted, their appearance shifting to something not quite their own before shuttering back into place.]

01559: &         Don't        I'm&         leave        ready\C

[grandpaladin]

[What... is going on here? Reinhardt hasn't seen anything like this in his life. Which is saying something, since Winston exists. He shakes his head slowly, staying put, kneeling.]

You can't see the doctor? Or she will not help?

[gainedlove]

[Frisk shakes their head, wrapping their arms around themself and taking a step back. They grit their teeth, gathering their words as carefully and clearly as they can.]

It's n▒̜▓...d▒█░ors won't help.

[grandpaladin]

Frisk...

What can I do?

[He doesn't know what to do with this. Or if there's even anything he can do with this. For this. Reinhardt doesn't press to follow, though. Opting to not inadvertently menace them any.]

ha ha ha guess who forgot to edit a font tag in there hOPE YOU DON"T MIND.......

[gainedlove]

[Frisk shakes their head again, still backing away. Their fingers dig into their arms, and that flickering visual static crawls over them in fits and bursts.]

[It hurts. It hurts so MUCH.]

NOTHING.

NO WORRIES

[grandpaladin]

There must be something...

[He trails off, speaking more to himself than Frisk. Angela would have an idea -- she must. Someone with medical training...]

[But he stays where he is. If nothing else, he can just be here for them.]