So while our accounts werre being spammed and utterly destroyed and left in ruins, my dream sort of shifted to Sans perspective? From the very beginning.
He was laying in bed, trying to get to sleep with his sockets closed, but something was telling him to not open his eyes because something was going to scare him. He was debating with himself, trying to tell himself that, duh, that’s stupid, no ones there, but also being like, but do you really know? Eventually he did open his sockets and saw
nothing. Just his messy as hell room. He was worrying about nothing, haha. so he decided to go back to sleep, but on his last blink before doing that, he saw a 7-8 foot tall silhouette of a skeleton which scare the absolute shit out of him and suddenly he was running out the house and to Undynes place for some reason? and tried to explain what the fuck he just saw. But he gives up asks to sleep in her bed with her? And she says yes?
After he climbed in, he saw her body so that sort of glitch/static/graphic error effect thing before she just POPPED out of existence. And Sans is just, trying to hold in his panic because he’s seen some shit, but he’s never seen this shit. Undyne was nowhere to be found. and No one remembered who she was when he went around and asked if anyone’s seen her.
and he kept seeing that silhouette randomly. Sometimes right in front of him, sometimes creepily in the distance, hidden, but scaring him when Sans noticed. like those old “when you see it” memes. And more monsters started glitching out of existence, completely forgotten. Those things had to be related. But he couldn’t do anything to stop it. Whole sections of the underground was disappearing so he started running to different AU’s, and through different comics made of tumblr, trying to hide in posts and lesser known blogs but it kept spreading, and he wanted to give up so bad.
PAUSE
this is where what happened in my dream became less clear and harder for me to remember but I’ll try to get down what I do remember.
back on our end of things, the Papyrus picture changed. It didn’t have that smile or the dialogue anymore, just a blank expression, but still staring at us. Some might say that he looked slightly angry. It was still spreading, but not nearly as fast as before.
Some people were able to stay in contact through texting, trying to stay updated with what was happening. They deleted the tumblr app from their phone and cleared their cookies just to be safe. They didn’t want this thing to wreck their phones.
Some more tech savy people wanted to figure out what the hell was with this virus, and if there was anyway to recover the lost blogs, so they started decoding the thing, trying to isolate it so they could look into the coding and figuring out how it could spread so fast and do this specific kind of damage. But it didn’t make any sense. The coding wouldn’t have done what this virus does. Maybe they missed something? a zip file maybe? but they couldn’t find anything.
for fucks sake I KNOW there was fontcest involved in this dream but I can quite remember how yet, but I’m taging it. maybe i’ll remember one day.
