Lutias Kokopelli
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Age : 26
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 |  Sujet: Learn When to Quit  Ven 27 Mai - 18:56 | | | | Bon. J'ai beaucoup hésité à poster, vu que c'est quand même un forum français et que voilà ça fait un peu stupide quand même que la première fic du forum ne soit même pas écrite en français, mais bon... A priori, je suppose que la majorité de ceux qui ont joué à Undertale ont quand même les bases en anglais, quoi :/ Dans le pire des cas, vous pouvez me taper dessus, et/ou je pourrai essayer de traduire si vous me le demandez gentiment. Même si avec une moyenne de 5000 mots par chapitre ça risque quand même de me prendre un bout de temps, au vu des 35 chapitres prévus :/// (8 sont écrits pour le moment). Bref. Un petit synopsis ? "I thought I had warned you about that guy. 'Don't let him find out ANYTHING about you', sounds familiar? ... Oh, but that's right! I forgot you NEVER listen. To you it was all just a game after all, wasn't it?"
Sans' research had finally payed off. He had discovered mostly everything he wanted to know about the anomaly, from their true nature to... their very motives. He had found out a way to fix everything, to prevent anyone from ever Resetting again, and to finally get everyone their happy ending.
His plan was flawless. Even better: he suceeded.
So why does everything still have to go wrong up to such extent? En clair ? Un OC (pas Mary-Suesque, promis, c'est même tout le contraire xD), du Sans, du mindfuck, et euh que dire... Des "références" ? J'peux pas vraiment appeler ça du vrai cassage de quatrième mur bien bourrin, mais... y'a un peu de ça dans l'idée xD Oh et euh, spoiler alert, y'aura des twists. Beaucoup de twists. Préparez l'aspirine et le casque, et attachez votre ceinture, sinon votre cervelle risque de partir en fumée et/ou vous pourriez finir par tomber de vos chaises lors des derniers chapitres. Ils sont pas encore écrits mais je dis ça juste pour prévenir m'voyez :/ Notez que pour le moment histoire de faire plus pratique je vais mettre le sommaire avec les liens sur AO3, mais je vais aussi C/C sur le forum avec une belle mise en page bien faite parce que voilà. Sur ce, euh, bonne lecture ? ^^' - Act I, Scene 1 ~ Waking up:
Learn When to Quit Act I — Don’t Let Him Find OutScene 1 — ...
[...Uh. Just insert here some random title that would be decent enough.
Especially if it’s a quantum physics-related pun.]
*well, how about…
[... uh, actually, don’t—]
*… the BONE-einstein condensate?
[Oh COME ON!]
*no offense kid, but you literally asked for it.
[Uuugh. That’s why I NEVER give titles to my sub-parts.]
Scene 1 — Waking up*wow. best title ever. where do you get them, off a cereal box?
[Shut up. Just shut up.]She woke up.
Well, no matter how quickly she surprisingly managed to recover her consciousness a couple of seconds right after this first realization, she still was pretty stunned to realize then what had happened.
Or, well, to be more accurate, to realize that she actually had no idea what had happened. At all.
This realization came along with another one that, despite being completely cliché and in spite of the fact that she was all-too-well aware of it, it still managed to freak her out when she realized it was actually happening for real.
Losing consciousness for some mysterious reason and then waking up in a dark (probably locked) room with no idea how they had arrived there was just so typical, she had read it –slash– watched it in films or novels so many times, she had for a long time been almost sniggering at the lack of originality that was put into those scenes. Always the same comedy in which the protagonist was freaking out all-too-dramatically and yet pretty fast enough still managing to regain their calm and badass attitude and already being able to figure out with the not-so-many little hints they could look for in their surroundings how they would eventually manage to solve the problem, or at the very least figure out what had happened in the first place.
Well. One thing she learned there, was why those scenes were all that ‘identical’ — at least when it came down to the “freaking out” phase.
She sat up so quickly that she almost lost her balance and fell over… whatever she had been lying on. Felt like some kind of couch maybe, or something. Not that she really cared at the moment— the first thing she started looking for, desperately turning her head and eyes in all possible directions, was for a door, a vent, or anything that could be an exit. It was really dark so it took her some minutes, but she finally noticed what seemed like a rectangular-shaped hollow in the wall, implying the hypothetical existence of a door at this location; and without any surprise, she didn’t even think before racing towards it and predictably trying to open it— to no avail, of course.
She was not particularly suffering from any kind of claustrophobia, but it didn’t prevent her from starting to hyperventilate.
So she was stuck in a locked dark room without any windows or vents — probably some kind of basement then or something. She had woken up in there, without any idea about where she was, what the heck had happened, and why that was happening to her, of all people. Not that she had anything in particular— and that was pretty much the point. She had done nothing in particular. That just made no sense. Was this some kind of kidnapping? Where and when had it occurred then? The latest thing she could remember about was when she was in her room randomly wandering on sites on her laptop, and— oh yeah, starting that video-game, after her friends had literally forced her to (not that she didn’t want to play it, she was actually pretty excited at the idea to finally play it on her own, but she simply didn’t really have faith in her own playing skills anyway).
So, in a nutshell — there was absolutely no reason for this to happen. She grunted under her breath, hardly muting an ever growing nervous and awkward snigger intended to her own silliness and former traces of hope in trying to comprehend the reasons of her presence “here” (wherever “here” was) when there logically weren’t any.
Well, that was pointless.
And even more than this, it just wasn’t even making any sense in the first place.
Her breath finally started to calm down, though it still was breaking the surrounding silence each time her chest was rising and lowering in panic. Her sight started to slightly adjust to the darkness, as she slowly could distinguish a desk and… some kind of giant curtain covering something that probably was just as big.
She carefully tried to grope along towards the desk, blindly seeking for a lamp or anything that could at least help her see a little more where she was. After a few minutes her hand finally felt some engine whose shape seemed familiar enough, and she immediately turned it on, filling the room with a dim light. That was not much and she couldn’t distinguish clearly the whole room with as many details as she wanted to, but that already was definitely better.
As soon as her eyes got accustomed to the new brightness, they widened in surprise when she noticed what was lying in a giant mess on the desk, right before her eyes.
Paper. Blueprints. There even was a closed photo album, right in the middle of the table. And heck, there was a freaking computer. Maybe it was a very old one, but still, just what the heck!
Well. If I really was kidnapped, then those guys really suck at their job.
That was just all too perfect, if she wanted at least to figure out a little more about her captors. Maybe she was locked in this room for now, but she hadn’t even been tied to anything and could move completely freely, and now she had this. An open door to knowledge about pretty much… anything. Hey, maybe if she loaded Google Maps then she would even figure out where that room was.
She reached for the switch and waited for overly long minutes before getting the old dinosaur to wake up, noisily grumping while it was forced out of its slumber. As the engine still was loading whichever version of Windows or whatever that was, her eyes stumbled into the photo album. She quickly glanced around absent-mindedly, then pouted childishly.
Heh. Not my fault if they forgot it there.
She opened it without any more hesitation, but was immediately stunned upon seeing the actual pics.
The first thing she could think of was, well… Halloween. Or, more accurately, cosplaying in general. Because those monsters she was seeing there in the photos were pretty familiar after all, and because it couldn’t be anything but a bunch of men in costumes anyway.
She sighed. So those kidnappers or whatever were fans of Undertale, okay, why not after all. They liked to cosplay, and they just pulled a ridiculously pointless prank on her with an album where they were just in their costumes or something.
Well, okay, maybe I just got dunked on. Those guys can be trolls, after all! Heh. At least they have a sense of humor.
Yet, for some reason, she couldn’t help but feel curious. Maybe if she looked closer she could distinguish some traits from those people under those disguises, and… Well, no, actually that was not the real reason she was genuinely fascinated by those photos.
They were all identical.
Or at least, so it seemed at first.
They were depicting the exact same positions, in the exact same location, even at the exact same time and –probably– date in the year, because even the background was not changing to the slightest, or almost.
Except that sometimes some characters were missing. One, or two. Occasionally three.
And most of the time, she couldn’t help but notice, Frisk themselves was missing.
Welp, guess they just couldn’t get all the cosplayers to come every time…
But seeing all those same faces in the exact same location each freaking time still felt quite eerie, though. Many photos seemed almost identical, sometimes just down to some really minor details, and… well, that was just unexpected from an album, especially one whose theme is ‘Disguise yourself as an Undertale character.’ What was the point in taking the exact same pic of the exact same people in the (almost) exact same postures, anyway? Wasn’t the point in cosplaying to, well, ‘roleplay’ on some scale? At least to get original and different photos or something…? She always thought it was part of the fun when cosplaying, every time she was seeing all those snap shots some fans were showing about their costumes and everything.
Well, she didn’t know much about roleplay anyway, so why not after all. It’s just that it was… weird, to say the least.
She kept flipping through the pages, one by one, quickly glancing at the photos but gradually stopping to really look at them and hardly trying to find differences between them anymore. They were just identical. And yet all different. And that was seriously becoming creepy.
She stopped. That was the last page to be covered in photos— the following ones were just blank.
Or, well, almost blank.
do you still think it’s funny, now?
Her eyes were frowning and widening at the same time, no matter how paradoxical it sounded and how weird it would probably look.
Well, that was just getting creepier and creepier. Just what she needed right in the moment.
Okay, now I really don’t like where this is going.
She suddenly started to hear footsteps behind her back. They were still about a dozen feet far behind, but she immediately turned around, facing the stranger with a blank expression.
Upon realizing who it was… Actually, what really had been surprising her was her complete lack of reaction, in fact.
After all, at this point, it was almost as if she had been expecting it.
She quickly stared at the skeleton, rising and lowering her gaze down to all the details she could perceive. Despite his still being pretty much hidden in the distant shadows, far away from the silly little desk lamp still struggling to cast some decent but quite weak light, she immediately noticed the blue hoodie that she would have recognized anywhere, especially after seeing it so many times in the photos she had been looking at for minutes just moments ago. If there had been one character to be present in every single print…
She couldn’t help but smile awkwardly. She hated it when she couldn’t understand what was going on. Nervous smirks didn’t really help, but she couldn’t stop them from appearing on her face whenever she was tense and anxious.
And especially when she was mocking herself for actually starting to seriously consider some dumb and random option that simply was not possible.
This, simply, was not Sans. There basically was no way. Some random pile of pixels could not magically all of a sudden become corporeal and sentient and be facing her right now in the four dimensions of space and time. She would not discuss that science fact, that was simply out of the question.
She had no idea why that random creepy guy would want her to think otherwise, though. Well, she had some hypothesis, but none of them really seemed to conveniently justify all the trouble the man must have come into just to order everything in place to the slightest details. That was necessary if he wanted to be convincing of course, but… Just, what was that for?
Well, on second thought, no matter what reasons she could think of, that whole mess would have just been unnecessarily overcomplicated and frustrating to prepare, in comparison with the results they would have got anyway. She almost thought for an instant to fake actually falling into the trap and improvise some kind of roleplay or something out of pity, but she quickly felt very uneasy about it. She had been kidnapped after all. There was no room for jokes with your kidnapper.
“Heh. Really good impression of Sans.” she eventually uttered in a voice that sounded much less confident than she had intended to. “Also his lab, if it weren’t for a few details.”
Still no response from Definitely-Not-Sans, who had simply stopped walking and was staying still in the shadows, staring at her with an unreadable total lack of expression, both his hands deeply buried into his pockets. Well, when his whole face was engulfed in the dark, it was quite difficult to distinguish it clearly anyway.
“The computer is new, uh? And I was sure there only was one or two photos at most… U-Uh, and the thing I was sleeping on, too. Wasn’t supposed to be here, right…?”
Definitely-Not-Sans finally started to react, muffling what sounded like some kind of (almost) amused chuckle while… slightly shrugging, maybe. It was hard to see what he really was doing in the dark.
“heh. i see you’re well-informed. yes, that’s the couch from the living room. put it down here a few weeks ago.”
Now that she was lending another glance at the sofa, she could indeed realize that its shape seemed familiar, somehow.
A silent but insistent buzzing sound from behind her back suddenly caught her attention, and she finally remembered that the computer was on. Well, now that she wasn’t alone anymore it didn’t seem to really be the best moment to use it… And she didn’t really think the kidnapper would enjoy watching her messing with his files or whatever right under his nose. Anyways, that buzzing sound was only there to mention that the computer was out of batteries for some reason and about to snooze on its own. But that was not a portable one, so was it not supposed to be plugged into the mains supply? Well, that was not the point, she would wonder about it later.
When she turned back her gaze towards him though, she noticed he wasn’t there anymore. Instead, she found him some seconds later… lying lazily on the couch, his left arm idly stretching over its soft (supposedly greenish) back. His right arm hadn’t moved at all though, still engulfed in his hoodie’s pocket.
Well, role-playing all along, wasn’t he? He sure was enjoying this.
“By the way, uh, wow. You really must have put much effort into making all this. And I don’t know that much about quantum physics, but, uh, those blueprints are quite convincing. You really must be a hardcore fan, aren’t you?” She chuckled unconvincingly. “Can I just ask you, uh, why you did all this exactly? You do realize this is technically a kidnapping, right?”
She was trying to take it lightly and make it sound as if it were a joke, but it felt obvious that it definitely wasn’t. This masquerade had been lasting for long enough.
Besides, all this really was starting to get on her nerves. She simply could not understand. That was just making no sense whatsoever, that place was starting to freak her out and yet she was still sort of glad that guy disguised as a skeleton was keeping some distance between them because that really was the last thing she could be getting to complete the scheme even though those were definitely not real bones—
Oh gosh, she was starting to hyperventilate again.
“heh, you alright kiddo?” It felt odd that he genuinely seemed slightly concerned, even if he was good at hiding it. Not that she had noticed either, though.
“As alright as could be any normal person being trapped in a dark room with a hardcore Undertale fanatic dressed as one of the characters for whatever psychopathic reasons, thanks.” she retorted bitterly with a sarcastic grin. She mentally tried to erase that image of a chainsaw that just rushed through her mind while she was talking, for whatever reason she was not even sure she wanted to know.
“ha, yeah, right. sorry, the main lights went off two days ago. too lazy to replace them. they hadn’t been used for years or somethin’, so i guess they didn’t like it when i kept them on all the time lately.”
She pouted ironically. Seriously, that guy’s attitude was starting to really annoy her. Couldn’t he just, maybe, shift to the “kidnapper” part and potentially start to explain what was going on, instead of just pseudo-roleplaying by sitting on the couch and saying meaningless ‘pranks’ that weren’t even supposed to be funny to the slightest?
Sorry, but I have better things to do.
“Seriously, I am wondering. Why me? I mean, if it has anything to do with Undertale or something like that, then I can’t be the best fan you could have ever found or anything anyway. Hey, I haven’t even played the game in the first place.”
For some reason, she almost felt that guy’s sudden overwhelming silence the very instant she had uttered that last sentence. She was not completely sure why, but it was almost as if she had just felt his sudden tension and rising confusion without even needing to turn her eyes and watch it on his face, despite the distance between them.
And even though she simply dismissed this feeling as a mere coincidence or some kind of “predictability” she could have sensed in his excessively silent reaction, she still was slightly taken aback by how seriously he seemed to take that revelation.
“… Wait. Really?”
If it really had been Sans at this moment, she could have almost guessed that he would have put some capitals in his speech, for once. And one thing she had learned with that monster was that capitals were never a good sign.
Good thing that option was unquestionably out of the way.
“Yeah!” she shrugged obliviously. “Honestly, I suck so much at video games, it’s just hilariously ridiculous. I’ve even been wondering sometimes if there was something like a world record for that. Seriously, even if I wanted to play the game, I wouldn’t even survive five minutes.”
And there came back that exact same awkward silence. He was uncomfortably staring at her without even moving the slightest from his seat, narrowing and twitching his eyes, that from that distance could only be distinguished through what was supposed to represent a pair of eye sockets.
With that giant smile stuck on his mask (it had to be some sort of latex mask or something, right?), it was somewhat tricky to really know what his real expression was supposed to be. But… he really somewhat seemed to be deeply confused, if not… shocked.
“but… You must have at least tried, right…?” he eventually asked hesitantly.
“Well, yeah, I was gonna try to play it since my friends had been literally begging me on their knees for weeks, but I somehow ended up here before I could actually get started. So, uh, nope, I basically never played the game.”
Both his eyes twitched once, very furtively, both at the same time. Besides that, he stayed perfectly still for what felt like whole minutes now.
If that wasn’t some kind of “internal scream” or something, then she really didn’t know how to interpret that expression.
“Heh, you okay? You almost look like you’re about to collapse or something.”
“no…” He paused, nervously running a white hand along his face and slowly burying his eyes into his fingers, as to try to rub off some kind of nausea or whatever. “n-never mind. l-let’s just… change the subject. how do you happen to know that much about that, uh, game, then?”
Her eyes suddenly widened in what would seem to be genuine surprise, but some discreet eerie sparks of anger could twinkle in the corners of her flickering eyelids.
“Oh yeah. You kidnap me and then all you do is start some random cosplay and lie in that couch and such, and now you’re just expecting me to tell about my hobbies just like we’re talking about the weather around a cup of tea.” She crossed her arms in annoyance. Her patience really started to reach its limit now. That was just starting to make way too much weirdness for her standards; and she could admit it, hers already were pretty low. “How about we could actually talk about things that really matter, for a change? Like, I don’t know, what the heck am I supposed to be doing here?”
She hardly waited for an answer, because she already knew that whatever he could say, she wouldn’t be contented with it anyway. She didn’t even care whether or not he was still there watching her; if he wasn’t getting to the important part, then she would be.
Starting with the first logical thing she could think about, she looked around again and again, sometimes gesturing some discreet lines as if she was trying to figure out a trajectory or something. Then she started to approach the desk again, lifting random blueprints and sheets before replacing them approximately in the same mess as before.
“what are you looking for?” he eventually asked tiredly, but with what seemed to be some little spark of curiosity and amusement.
“The camera.” she answered immediately without even turning her eyes towards him. “You can’t be an actual kidnapper, seriously, you made way too many mistakes and this stupid act is just preposterous. So this is some kind of prank, right? And there must be a camera in there, recording us right now, and we’ll become internet famous or something. I’m sure the result must be hilarious.”
Definitely-Not-Sans seemed to widen his eyes in genuine surprise, for once. Though he still was obviously amused by all her –indeed– pretty much hilarious gesticulations and movements here and there, messing up his desk with an ever growing annoyance.
Not that he seemed to care, though.
“wow. so you really are of the conspiracy theory type, eh?”
“Well, usually not that much, but it’s not like there were many other options left.”
“haha, yeah, you’re right. not like i really could be the real sans or something. that’s completely stupid.”
She opened her mouth to confirm in the most confident and cynical tone she could get, but she never got time to actually say anything.
Something suddenly caught her shoulder from her back.
It felt bony.
“nah, just kidding. this is real, kid.”
That voice, that same voice that was coming seconds ago from the couch, was now sounding right from behind her back. She shivered and, as a reflex, looked at her right shoulder—
But then she met, in the dim light, hardly a foot away from her eyes, her “kidnapper’s” actual face.
His left eye was flickering an eerie blue, coming from the depths of his eye socket. His stuck and still giant smirk slicing his whole face in half somehow still seemed to enlarge itself in an eerily edgy forced grin of pure anger.
Bones.
Her eye fell on that white hand still clutching her shoulder, its holes and its so fragile yet so strong phalanxes and its iron grip on her flesh and the cold—
BONES.
She left out a sudden hysteric cry, but she could not even hear it herself. She didn’t even feel her vibrating vocal chords shaking and struggling in an attempt to escape it, threatening to be torn apart any instant.
The whole room started to turn around her at an ever growing speed, flickering lights and orange and red and dim yellow in pitch black and skulls and claws crawling on her back and the dark ceiling and low yells resonating like distorted laughs of…
She passed out.
The skeleton watched with bewilderment at the suddenly unconscious body that had fallen down on the tiled floor, without any warning and apparently not about to move again for a while.
He started to tremble in annoyance as his left hand ran upon his skull, slowly covering his eyes darkening with a reasonably controlled anger, yet feeling his patience starting to run out.
… seriously?
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