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[Well. That's mildly interesting, they suppose. Mirrors, as a whole, are things that are easy to tune out. Didn't much care for looking into them even when there was nothing there but glass. They could just put a fist through this mirror, too, not give her the satisfaction of acknowledgement.

But... could be fun, seeing how Toriel's mirror self is different. Could be cathartic, to have a Toriel who tells them the things they actually deserve to hear. So they settle in front of the mirror. Smile. Prepare themselves for the punishment they should have been given a long time ago.]

Funny. Consensus across the Underground seemed to be that I was not even human anymore. Have we all changed our minds about that?

You know of humanity's sins, and fancy yourself a demon to distance yourself from them.

But you are no different. You are guilty of the same crimes.

If anyone thinks that you are not human, then they do not truly know humanity.

Your actions are as human as they come. If you are truly a demon, then you come from an entire race of demons.

[Oh, how she wishes this mirror were not in the way- it's difficult to properly convey just how much contempt she'd have in her words were she able to actually talk to this damnable child.]

You're right, of course. You pierce right through.

Funny, is it not? I had a fresh start here. That precious second chance so few get. And yet. The only thing that has changed...

[They hold up their hands. Empty palms. Clean, neat, tidy. Scars so faint you might not notice them unless you were looking, nails scrubbed and blunt and nothing at all like a boss monster's claws.]

There's dust and blood on my hands now. Humans and monsters alike. Did you know? Undyne was worth so much more EXP than the human was. I wonder why that is?

There are no second chances, child. You and I both know that there are consequences.

[A RESET won't undo what they are- only what they have done.]

It takes a great deal more cruelty and distance to harm a creature you know is inherently good. A creature who's SOUL is based on compassion and love.

Killing your kind however... I would almost call it commendable behavior, if I did not know why you did it. If you had not already slaughtered hundreds of my people.

[There's a copy of Goat Simulator slid under Chara's door, modified so it can be played on their phone if need be.]

[Attached is a note:]

is this your life story

I just made a pact with satan

so yes, probably

[Wow what kind of game did he just give them.]

congrats?

Also I'm climbing the highest tower I can find just so I can go careening off it for arbitrary style points

so definitely yes

okay so i actually looked up what this game is.

and apparently if you time it right when you jump off you can grab onto the hang glider.

i don't know what a hang glider is but you should try it.

GOLLY

I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna grab the hang glider.

Which is... sort of like a flattened umbrella? Or... a cape, stretched out on a giant triangular frame? Like wings, if wings were attached to each other instead of to your body, and they couldn't flap. Wind permitting, you can glide through the air.

Wind not permitting, you'll probably spiral and die like a poorly-made paper airplane.

do humans just really like throwing themselves into danger or something

Hey, you only live once.

something like that.

I asked Sans about Gaster.

He keeps trying to avoid talking about it. So... what does this mean?

Isn't it your brother's big dream to go on the surface, get behind the wheel of a several-ton pile of metal and glass, and operate it at incredibly dangerous speeds?

Some people just like to remind themselves they're alive. You ought to try not judging, once in a while.

You know about Gaster??

i saw bits and pieces when i uh

when flowey

i just wanted to find out more and it seemed like sans knew

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yeah but there are seatbelts. and airbags. and roadside assistance.

[He's read car magazines, so he sorta knows what he's talking about. Though the idea of Papyrus driving has never sat all that well with him. But hey, it's his bro's dream.]

fair enough.

I see. You cracked open the bones of the world, to sample the marrow within.

I'm not going to judge. I've done the very same.

[spr_asriellocket_0.png. See, Frisk? The Locket is theirs. He wore his.]

He absolutely knows something. We had an event once. Wonderland displayed false memories for everyone to see. I found his.

[...Wait. Where were they going with this? What was his memory again? Think. Focus. Why is it so hard to remember anything with... rhymes-with-blaster. Gaster. With Gaster?

Right. Gaster.]

I can no longer... recall the exact nature of the memory. What happened, or what their relation was to each other. But he was in it. Wonderland placed him in Sans' false memory.

I didn't think about it at the time. It wasn't relevant to what I was doing then. When you and Frisk came back, after I'd reprogrammed everything, I honestly almost forgot about what I'd seen.

But I still remember. The monster that fell in the CORE. The man who speaks in hands. W.D. Gaster. The weird... face I'd seen.

What do you think really happened? There were the gray monsters - a lot of them were incoherent.

Oh. Uh. And keep this between us. I don't know how much Frisk is aware of, but I told Sans I wouldn't tell anyone else.

Of course. I've never been above consequences. I knew exactly what I was doing, and yet I did it anyway.

Atrocious, isn't it? Sickening. I had the sense to abandon the notion that killing could ever be righteous, and yet I didn't abandon the killing itself.

What sort of punishment, I wonder, could ever be enough to force repentance out of a creature like that? How do you ever make a being like me change its mind?

Did you know that even with seatbelts people die all the time in car crashes? I thought that was interesting.

as ever you are a wealth of delightful trivia.

[A secret from Frisk. Well, the things they know, as far as Fun is involved, do seem to differ. No matter how many times Chara calls themselves your humble servant, Frisk doesn't react. Perhaps they can't pick the atoms of the world apart in the way Chara - or Asriel - could.

In fact... Asriels seems to have been more adept at it than Chara. He holds on to more. Remembers better. Knows things Chara can't tell if they never learned or couldn't hold in their memory. Interesting things.]

My lips are sealed.

I think you are a page ahead of me, however. The doctor... fell into the CORE, you say. Then is that the reason he is missing from the story? Is that what makes him so... absent? Elusive? Is that what makes the very concept of Dr. Gaster so insubstantial?

I have far more snail facts than car facts. Gotta make do with what you've got, right?

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