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[The day dawns, one final time.

There's still silence, but there is a change in the world around them.

They know....if not everything, than enough.

They know his name.

The name of the one responsible for everything.

So, is it any wonder that they're all drawn, as if pushed, prodded, led.... to a door that now exists directly under the waterfall's stream?

It is a plain, white door, and yet....

Going in makes you feel as if there will be no turning back.]

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I have two others, if this is bothering you. Which would you like? Red, or Purple?

[Gaster smiles.]

They had--have names. They're not just pieces of energy for you to consume.

You can't even remember the purple one's name, or his existence. All he is now is a tool I can use.

But that's your fault. It's your fault we can't remember him. Don't pretend he wasn't important just because you took him away from us.

But you have all moved on.

The very fabric of reality decided he was no longer needed, once he entered here.

So? That doesn't matter! You made that happen, you made everyone forget him.

Even if you patch a hole, the hole's still there. You can't say you didn't damage reality by removing him.

That isn't moving on. We haven't even had the chance to do that.

You can't speak on our behalf and claim that we've moved on— because that isn't the case.

Does this fucking look like any of us have moved on?

Because you forced. us. to. forget.

Edited 2020-09-19 16:48 (UTC)

[He's speaking with the voice of an older british gentleman, now.]

Are you really so eager to remember the man you killed?

[His breath hitches, raising in pitch, his bare hands balling up into fists before closing, opening, closing]

Yes. I have to - I have to. Because there is still a connection.

You just confirmed it.

Edited 2020-09-19 17:01 (UTC)

I don't think we need to have an ethics seminar from a person who's done what you have.

....That does not mean that he didn't have a name. That he wasn't somebody before you--

[ god, he can't even remember what happened! ]

Before you consumed it!

[He's speaking with the voice of an older british man, now.]

Ha, ha, ha.

You cannot even remember, though you're so impassioned about it.

How funny.

And you are impassioned for your craft. Your goal. You wouldn't have thrown yourself into the Spectra if you weren't. We've seen your entries, so do not act like you are a being that is beyond emotions.

Omnipotence does not suit you.

Oh. I see, so you didn't bother to actually keep anything else on hand.

[She knows that they have forgotten monsters, thanks to Spectra. There are too many empty homes, even if there's no trace of the inhabitants in her mind.]

...do you think we're kind enough not to try and hurt you in turn, for something like this?

Fine, Fine. I'll switch to a different voice, since this one makes you so upset.

[And when he does....it's the voice of an older british man.]

Is this better?

You should not remember him at all. So you have no connection to him.

[VOICE CAME BACK AND IT IS FULL OF A SNEER, though there's not really. much behind it.]

How generous.

The implication is that we would have remembered him if you had not done something, however. At the very least, a connection existed at one point, did it not?

...that's also inherently upsetting. Though I... I don't know why.

[But something in her catches, like a splinter in flesh.

This voice...

They're going to save this man. Whoever he is.

...they have to. They have to. She... she can't remember him, but she knows herself well enough. There's no way she wouldn't have promised to save him, if she hadn't lost the memory.]

But... it will at least let Osamu have his say, if you do.

[Something almost comes out, reflexive and polite, but she firmly and literally bites her tongue to keep it there.]

...I won't say 'thank you,' I'm sure you understand.

[okay, she calmed down a little, even if... she's not looking directly at him because he's terrifying.]

... Do you have your own voice, Mr. Skeleton?

[He nods.]

But it is one none of you can understand.

I used it at all of you, and you could not understand me.

...I guess I c-can relate. S-Sorta.

Hey, is it true what we thought before? Maybe part of why... all this... is because you don't know any other way?

Like a fanfiction writer who hasn't developed the tools to write their own original work.

[There is a pause.

And then....

Gaster just...starts laughing. Over and over, as if there is something he found funny about the whole thing.]

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