You would do anything, you would try anything

[parasitus]

There is a certain level of despair that one can reach that very nearly numbs them-- a crushing weight so absurd, so horrifying in its magnitude that it renders one effectively dead. Genie had never experienced its likeness before-- certainly, she had known sadness, loss, but nothing of the caliber, the blackness currently crushing her as she lay, curled, on her bed, wracked with horror and pain.

Her purpose could no longer be fulfilled. Death meant nothing there-- a mere slap on the wrist, at worst, certainly no permanent solution. She had, at last, been rendered obsolete, and she couldn't even die to be freed from that wretched tomb of a body.

Her form shook with terrified sobs-- she couldn't accept it. She just couldn't. She didn't even react when she heard the door open and someone enter, nor did she really care.

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[sansmercy]

You know, Sans had kinda had the idea that maybe he'd come in from selling weird drug-laced food items to unsuspecting trainers and have a nice relaxing nap. Or, hell, maybe he wouldn't nap just yet--maybe he'd just curl up with a decent book.

He hadn't had any ideas about walking in on an ongoing mental breakdown, but... well, that appeared to be what he'd just stumbled
into.

"Uhhhhh...."

[parasitus]

Genie barely reacted-- she might have quieted down a bit, picked her head up slightly to see who it was that had just stumbled in on her in that most unflattering of moments, but she immediately returned to her curled up state, her slim arms wrapping around her own body tightly.

"What do you want."

[sansmercy]

"...aw, geez." This looked pretty bad. Sans had never seen Genie cry before. He could barely think of a time he'd seen her upset, let alone this upset.

Which also meant that 'a nap' was probably not the right answer. 'To leave' was probably wrong too.

"You're not looking so hot. You okay down there?"

[parasitus]

"No. No, I am not. In fact, I've even begun to entertain the notion that a hell exists-- if only because I now feel like I've witnessed it."

A life devoid of purpose. A life devoid of even an escape from that emptiness. A life unending.

Agony.

[sansmercy]

Sans was having a really hard time, oscillating between apathy and sympathy; on the one hand, her agony was obvious, even to him. And it did hurt. It hurt to look at.

On the other...

Hey. Look. He'd been through a lot.

"... what, here?" What kind of hell could she be seeing in a place like this?

[parasitus]

"Unending monotony. Eternity stretching tight as a noose around a neck. Surely you feel it." She sighed wearily.

"There is no death here. No use for old toys such as me. A tool whose use has been forgotten. I've become this week's recycling, yet I cannot even be melted down. I have reached a permanent death of usefulness."

[sansmercy]

Uh. What.

Okay, no, he knew what, he just...

"....wow. Just... wow." Sans would have shoved his hands into his jacket pockets, but his uniform only had pockets in the trousers.

Which wasn't nearly as comfortable.

"You're really complaining because no one dies?"

[parasitus]

She righted herself abruptly, staring a hole through him, her eyes wild and burning.

"Correct. If no one can truly die, then what use is a tool built to kill? I am nothing. I am worse than nothing-- I am a useless something that is forced to continue being, against its very will, against the will of all fate and karma."

She sagged, rubbing her hands tiredly over her face.

"Even procreation is no longer appealing. Why bring my children into a world where they are immediately rendered useless and void? I have nothing. We... Have nothing."