She sharply took a breath. |What is he /doing/?!| Okay. Breathe normally. There’s a possibility he’s just… meeting up with the Star Sanses? |No. There’s no way they’d let him even go anywhere.| Well, then, why’d he leave? |That’s what we’re trying to figure out.| …right. He could be going to other AUs to- |Don’t even finish that thought. He wouldn’t.| Remember, he’s… the Swap you know is buried within the new Swap. You don’t know what this one will do. |…right. But he wouldn’t go out and dust all the people I’ve met in other AUs.|… would he? |No. I’m sure he has other, more important things to do.| Such as? |Fight Bad Sanses or something. I don’t know.| That’s wishful thinking. |YEAH, WELL, THAT’S ABOUT ALL I HAVE.| She bit her lip. Something was strange about him leaving and chaining her up. |I wouldn’t put it past him, though. He left. …but why would he?| Players Suddenly, she heard a sound. A thump, not just a small one. a LOUD one. Swap opened the door to his bedroom, limping. He was covered in dust, not his. Someone else's. He also had a..a skull in his hands. He just..set it on his table, his sci-fi figurines falling to the ground. He also sat on the table and started healing himself, quite harshly. After he healed to the best of his abilities, he pulled out bandages and started to wrap it around he got hurt. "So." He looked at Tavia and chuckled. "Bet you're wondering what happened." He sighed and put the bandages away. "Since you didn't escape or crap, i'll tell you." He hopped off the table to look at his books while still speaking to her, seems like he was looking for a specific one.. "As you know, I work with The Star Sanses. And as of right now..they can obviously tell the difference. Heart highlights, darker colored shirt, dust, the..'tears' on my face." He was still looking at the books. "And they were in my way. I managed to dust Dream, he was the easiest due to there being more negativity than positivity in the moment, hence the skull I brought in. That's his. I couldn't dust Ink however. He'll probably be on the lookout more often..why couldn't I dust Ink, you ask?" He turned around to her, a book in his hands now. "Well, I just figured out he doesn't have a soul." "He can't dust." Fluff’s …it was worse. Much worse. Dream was gone. By Swap’s hand. And he thought it was /justified/. She couldn’t speak. She just felt sick. …Wait. Ink was still alive. Maybe- |No. He’s got bigger problems than a rogue Swap. …possibly.| She didn’t want to talk to him, offer /any/ indication that she heard what he’d said. Maybe he was expecting some sort of answer. Maybe not. But she was not giving one. |…what if Ink came to investigate. To see what’s been going on here to see what could’ve changed Swap so much. Maybe… maybe I could escape- wait. No. I can’t leave Swap like this- he’s not-| Her eyes burned. Tears were coming- |No. Don’t cry. Don’t.| …too late. Player "Oh no, don't cry. Dont cry!" He rushed over to her, setting the book down. But she knew that he didn't actually care. The tone of his voice, he was holding a laugh back. "Oh, you poor, little, SAD thing..are you alright, d e a r?" No. No, she wasn't alright at all. She knew that. However, she didn't know to play along or not. There are some outcomes she thought of. A, if she played along she might get let off the hook..but, due to other times that mind end up worse. B, if she told the truth..well, it depends on how much she'll tell. So basically, both choices are bad. |What do I do?..| He laughed and held her wrist, the one that wasn't chained, tightly. So tight it made her red. "Why are you crying? Are you scared? Do you care for Dream?" He asked her questions, so many questions. But her own questions took over her mind rather than answering his. Fluff’s: She had to. The truth. Maybe she’d be okay…? |Wishful thinking. But trying it is better than nothing. |Just… here goes nothing.| “I’m crying because… I may never see the real Swap again.” She took a shaky breath. |Keep going.| “I-I mean, you say you’ve changed for the better, but… I don’t think you have. You hurt people, you dust your friends, you don’t listen to me… you’re not the Swap who I could trust in the multiverse. And- and I want the old Swap back.” She took another breath, gaining confidence. “I miss the Swap who helped me defeat Error. I miss the Swap that laughed at puns. I miss the Swap that tripped and fell in Waterfall, claiming it never happened. I just… I know he’s in there somewhere. I believe in you. Even… after everything, I know you can change back. Is… is that too much to ask?”
