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...."