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@unknown-server-royallabxx

     The “fox monster” was known to be a diligent worker. He practically lived at the labs, he was there at least as often as the Royal Scientist. Yet he had to be home at some point, because he was always clean and well kept, bright eyed and attentive. The assistant was known to help the Royal Scientist with his work, but he didn’t have half the stress that Valdemar Gaster carried. He was always calm and collected, some would even say easy going. 

     Something was different on this day. 

     The scientist assistant was subdued. Grim faced and weary. Many often found him approachable, but there was something about his aura that warned them he should be left alone. There were no pleasantries exchanged that morning. In fact, something very odd and rare happened: Reynard was late.

     Reynard was never late. He’s never called off sick. Yet it was an hour before the fox showed up to work, without a word of explanation. He proceeded like nothing was wrong, but spoke to no one or so much as spared a glance. He did, however, take folders and stacks of paper to his desk and proceeded to pour over them. And that’s all he did for the next few hours. 

[callmetwitchy]

     The sound makes when fallen leaves crunch beneath your feet.

     The sound rain makes when it lightly patters on soft ground after making their way through branches. 

     The sound a breeze makes when it weaves through the trees and tugs the same branches and leaves, sending more to the earth.

     Sounds. So many sounds.

     But these sounds. These sounds were quiet. These sounds were pacifists. So long as the wind didn’t pick up and the rain didn’t fall harder. These were sounds that brought him peace.

     So it was with this, that Twitch slowly raised his hands to draw back the hood he wore over his head. Little cat ears poked on top of it, with little buttons that served for eyes. Twitch looked around the area with familiar confusion. What brought him here..?

     There was something almost reassuring about the place. Something almost not. The quiet laughter that frequented him sounded just under the drizzle of the rain. He was amused at himself. In the end, he decided not to think too much about it. 

     Doing so made it worse.

     Leaving the hood down, he continued to make his way through the trees. Up ahead the ground curved upward, forming hills and drops. He was sure that, if he looked, there was bound to be a cave. He remembered living in one once.

     The sound of rain. The sound of steps. The sound of disquiet he couldn’t quite shake.

     Why?

[unxknownxplayer]

     Everything was put into motion. Plans were made. That was at least one ease of his mind, but there were still the other two he needed to deal with. These alternate versions of Sans and Papyrus were not welcomed here. They needed to go, before they got in the way.

     The “fox” transported himself back to his office. It’s become the common location for his comings and goings. The machine seemed to work better within the labs, perhaps because of the computer that connected itself to the multiverse somehow, or perhaps because of the same reasons. So it should be no surprise he would pick his office when it was the most private. 

     And he won’t be leaving it anytime soon. He needed to think. He was already absorbed in his thoughts, charting out each course for the future; on one side, the fragment he had ran into and the plan they had made; on the other, his own timeline, Mar, and everything else that tied to them. So far, things were working in his favor, and he wanted to keep it that way.

[unxknownxplayer]

@unknown-server-royallabxx

     There was so much to do. Always so much to do.

     The “fox monster” couldn’t quite remember the last time he’s slept properly. A normal thing, really, but recent events have been particularly stressing. However, he wasn’t the only one affected, and he knew. His were just for... other reasons.

     The machine he required that allowed him passage through rips of space- or wherever it led- had been a promising discovery as well as a curse. He was granted visions, information, things he couldn’t have possibly imagine before. But at the same time, it led to a grim truth of just how insignificant they seemed in the grand scale of things. He hated it as much as he enjoyed it.

     It was no matter. He did use it. He improved upon it. It took time. Dedication. But with the help of this device and his magic, he was able to learn and see things he would have otherwise been blinded to.

     And with this knowledge, his resolve only grew.

     Here he was now, roaming the halls of the labs, but his mind elsewhere. Some of the other scientists scurried here and there, but he paid them little mind and only got out of the way. Their tasks seemed so trivial. He failed to see the point in their work at all. He thought with both bitterness and eagerness that they could turn to these other “Gasters” of the multiverse- the ones who had already completed their work on the Core- for the completed blueprints. There were two reasons why he knew they shouldn’t.

     Firstly, this was Dr. Gaster’s-- his friend’s-- life’s work.

     Secondly, what would they do if something went wrong in the future? Turn to these otherwordly strangers each time? Asking for their aid? Ha.

     It would be tempting after the latest so called “mishap” of the Core’s malfunctioning. Part of him worried Dr. Gaster would consider doing just this, but his worries also lay in something else: the alternate versions of Sans and Papyrus. 

     They took to calling themselves Edgy and Chompy. Nard didn’t like seeing them. The other alterations were one thing, he could see them entirely as separate beings. But these two were too closely involved. The timeline they came from was the closest replica of their own timeline. Worse still, they were interfering. 

     At first, Nard didn’t take too much stock in their “help”. But they were proving to be far more competent than he anticipated. They weren’t the children he was used to. “Edgy” possessed far better knowledge in computer technology and Chompy proved to be a good mediator between Dr. Gaster and his ex-wife, Nyala.

      This wouldn’t do.

     Thus Nard’s mind swam with these thoughts. Quietly planning, quietly thinking. His feet following the path of the halls he knew by heart, so there was no need to pay attention. Yet he didn’t seem to bump into anyone, he noticed when they came for him, and avoided all and any collision. 

[mraudio-the-audacious]

You're Not Suppose to be Here

The room was small, and simple. It really didn't have much in ways of living, it was really only there to serve the essentials. There was his bed in one corner, kept tidy- did he ever sleep on it?- and a wardrobe on the wall next to it. A mirror and sink to the left of the door into the room, and the a desk dominating the left corner. This, too, wasn't anything impressive, since Audio kept a majority of his work in his actual "office" , which he lived more in then here. There were some books, and papers strewn about along with other things. It doesn't look like he's as tidy here.

Audio had asked his friend to obtain an important tape he needed reference to for a latest project. He had requested it off handedly, absorbed in his work and not wanting to stop quite yet. It shouldn't be hard to find, he had said. Just look on his desk.

And sure enough, there were tapes... A good many of them. It looked like he had two boxes worth of them, at least, but a selected handful had been picked out and placed on the desk that looked recently listened to. There's even his tape recorder right there, with it's sticker. The variety of tapes have dates on all of them, but some were titled such as "Happy Birthday", "Teaching", and "Surprise!". The rest seemed to be simply labeled as number of Days.

Listen?

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