osteothropy: (so come try to do crap to me)
Sans the Skeleton ([personal profile] osteothropy) wrote in [community profile] lostcarnival 2017-10-29 06:52 pm (UTC)

This isn't going well. He didn't feel like it would, but he never had a choice.

Life for the last few hours has been a nightmare - worse than when he'd just been hanging in the prison, waiting for something to happen. He's not sure what he was hoping for anymore, or what would be preferable to what he's doing right now. All he knows is that he's terrified, and that people are chasing him, and that he's not supposed to be here. Yet, he knew how to get in.

Part of him realizes that's because of past experience, a role he'd played in some alternate universe where he had any sort of purpose. There's exactly one thing that he relates to, and that's the knowledge of what he's missing. Somehow, him doing this is related to that, but the specifics are unimportant.

He hears her calling out after him, but he's struggling to contextualize how they know each other. He knows who she is - she's Mari, the former Nightrider, someone who'd possibly been dead - but what relation had he had to her? He can't remember.

Who is he, even?

He stays hidden behind some of the larger objects in storage - some wardrobe shaped things and a giant clock. He's trying to teleport to the outside, but he can't make the connection here. He must have to be closer to the entrance. But... he hasn't gotten anything worthwhile yet? What happens if he doesn't?

"Leave," he growls, defaulting to an aimless threat. He doesn't know what else to do.

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