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ind. sel. pri. au sans. as told by vernal.

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DANCE MY CHILD

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ACT: IT’S THREE AFTERNOON, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

Something tells her he already knows that she’ there. Either that he’s expected her to come or her intrusion is so familiar at this point he can hardly bother to regard her. Whatever the case it hardly seemed to phase the child. Most of their life they went ignored so it’s not as though she feels neglected. However, she does manage to let out a tiny peep, “Hey.”

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* who where?!

[ fugue shoots up from his slumped position, tar-black eyes darting around in search of the source of the sound he heard. why is he so astonished? well, he’s sure he’s never heard the voice before, and in a facility where almost nobody can enter or leave, that’s a problem. finally his eyes settle on frisk, and he relaxes, if only for a moment. ]

* oh. heya, li’l sib-- wait.

[ mm, no. this definitely isn’t his frisk. his smile falls briefly, but it’s back up again in the blink of an eye. he shakes his head and starts over, trying to play it cool. ]

* never mind what i jus’ said-- heya, kid. it’s nice t’ meetcha.

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@pxcifrisktic

the time is 3 pm. [ strange. he can only describe this feeling as strange. he feels like he’s been hit with a powerful blast, and yet it hasn’t left a single injury. it’s leaving him in a daze, so he finds a place to sit on the outskirts of the facility. he’s staring at the gate, but not so much at it as past it, into the abyss of half-finished thoughts. so when something ( rather, someone ) appears nearby, he doesn’t even cast so much as a glance their way. ]

* ...heh.

me, with tears in my eyes: time to make a joke

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        “It doesn’t matter if I’m a Chara.”

        his voice gets threatening for all of two seconds when he says that, and his expression turns cold just the same.   there’s a startlingly familiar yet still breathtaking danger in his eyes, as if fugue had managed to strike a chord with fleur.   and not a particularly harmonious one, at that.   then, just as quick as it had come, it’s gone, replaced with a smile that seems both plastic and genuine at the same time.

        “It shouldn’t take very long, but that depends, ultimately, on the type of timeline you’re from and if you know the multi-universal coordinates for a specific place in your timeline that you want to return to.”   fleur doubts that he has those things, but it’s still polite to ask, as some visitors do have them.   maybe a bit general, but it would still work.   “Without those, it’ll take a little longer, but not incredibly so. You should sit down though, you look a bit breathless.”   he knows that’s his fault.

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[ oops. that is not what he meant to mean. quickly, he tries to justify himself, hands stuffing themselves further into his pockets. the last thing he wants to do is upset the poor guy. ]

* that’s not what i--! i was just askin’, there’s no judgement here.

[ a nervous, breathy chuckle floats past his lips, and he nearly winces. any laugh more then a few ‘hehs’ hurts a little. or a lot, depending. but never mind that; fleur wants multiversal coordinates, and unfortunately, fugue can’t supply them offhand. ]

* n... nah, no coords, but i can tell ya i come from a non-swap blue timeline. if that helps matters any. don’t know how specific y’ want to go with that.

[ he pauses. sitting down would be great, but he knows it wouldn’t be good for him. so he shrugs. ]

* i’m always out of breath, kiddo. s’just kinda how i am.

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        “Did I frighten you? That wasn’t my intention.”   there’s something in his playful smile that insinuates that he was trying to get a little fun out of a new face.   there’s nothing to give away that he is, in fact, NOT human, only appears as such, because that’s the way it has to stay.

        he hums at the given name, though, and finds his devious smile softening ever so slightly.   “Fugue, huh? I take it the music pun was unintended? Either way, you’re not from here, are you?”   a rhetorical question by the looks of it.   “Just kidding. I know you’re not. After all, my Sans is with Alphys right now.”   talking so much has a vague feeling of discomfort brewing into pain in his lungs.   “So you’re having a timeline hopping issue, I take it. I could fix it for you if you’d like.”

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* yeah-- okay, kid. sure it wasn’t.

[ he speaks with mock irritation, rubbing the back of his neck in an awkward manner. he shrugs the feeling off as just a feeling, trying not to rely so heavily on his JUDGE code. it’s a herculean task, but he wants to put that behind him. a ‘heh’ escapes him at fleur’s next words. ]

* actually, it was very intended. and, uh, that’d be nice. how long will it take?

[ truthfully, he trusts this kid as far as he could throw him. which is to say, not at all, given the effort it would take to do so without magic. he does need help, though, so he barely hesitates. his voice lowers when he speaks next. ]

* you a chara or somethin’? y’ say ‘my sans’, and you don’t strike me as very-- frisk-like, if you catch my drift.

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        “Ya look a little lost there, pal.”

        a smug smile rests calmly on his features, violet hues unwavering as he all but STARES at the newcomer.   he might not have his powers anymore, but he still talks to toby the annoying dog, and he’s always told if someone other than the usual people are coming into and leaving the timeline.   plus, he needs some fresh air anyways.   “I’m Fleur– Fleur Serif.”   he introduces himself as if he isn’t all over the news.

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* JESUS FUCK--

[ he was not prepared for that. fugue must’ve jumped about three feet in the air when fleur spoke to him, and now he’s staring right back at the kid with a mixture of fearful surprise and indignation. and then a wheeze escapes him, starting a short coughing fit that ends with a sigh. ]

* eheh, sorry, kid-- you kinda surprised me.

[ understatement of the year. his smile returns, though, upon introduction. he hasn’t heard of fleur, so he assumes he’s just meeting a new person. although, something doesn’t sit right with him currently. he has a feeling this kid isn’t just human. does he show his unease, however? not in the slightest. ]

* nice t’ meet ya, fleur. i’m sans serife, but you can call me FUGUE.

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@dtprince

[ his smile rarely falls, kept up through sheer will and what he believes to be necessity, and yet, here he is. he’s grumbling through his teeth as he messes with his smartphone, using an app he designed himself. the purpose? timeline hopping. though, the device appears to be malfunctioning. ]

* dammit... ugh. i’ll have to reload it later.

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COLORATURA. like for a smol starter to get my muse goin

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He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream,

and he sometimes wondered whose it was

AND WHETHER THEY WERE ENJOYING IT.

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✱ we’re broken, but it’s okay.

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✱ You feel your sins crawling up your neck.

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