It's not really the fault of his experimenting. It only got out of hand because he was weak in the first place. Weak and out of the one thing that's kept him going this long. Not that he's going to admit to that.
He could almost laugh at himself. He's on the verge of death and he won't tell a single soul about his illness? Eva was right. He is a moron. A moronic asshole who's too stubborn to even save himself. Someone like him would not be missed.
"It actually says that, right here." One of the Eva's brandishes a clipboard. "Would not be missed."
God, he never should have introduced her to that stupid game.
The check shows him the same slightly injured soul Neil had before, only a bit dimmer now. His HP is at a dangerous point, but at least it doesn't seem to be depleting. The one thing that is concerning is his mental state. It's a little hard to tell, but the clones seem to be actually coming from his own subconscious. Even if Sans can't sense that, the wince he wears when the doppelgangers continue speaking might give it away.
"Don't... bother with 'em."
"Oh, that's right. Why would you bother with us? 'It's not like he's real. He's just a program, you know. Worse comes to worse, we can just reset.' I wonder if you'll change your tune when you turn out to be the copy. Because," the copy continues, turning his attention back to Sans, "his life is definitely a joke. And dying alone, without a single friend? Without a single concerned coworker, without his family, without the partner he keeps insisting is just an annoyance? That's the punchline."
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Date: 2016-03-21 03:18 am (UTC)It's not really the fault of his experimenting. It only got out of hand because he was weak in the first place. Weak and out of the one thing that's kept him going this long. Not that he's going to admit to that.
He could almost laugh at himself. He's on the verge of death and he won't tell a single soul about his illness? Eva was right. He is a moron. A moronic asshole who's too stubborn to even save himself. Someone like him would not be missed.
"It actually says that, right here." One of the Eva's brandishes a clipboard. "Would not be missed."
God, he never should have introduced her to that stupid game.
The check shows him the same slightly injured soul Neil had before, only a bit dimmer now. His HP is at a dangerous point, but at least it doesn't seem to be depleting. The one thing that is concerning is his mental state. It's a little hard to tell, but the clones seem to be actually coming from his own subconscious. Even if Sans can't sense that, the wince he wears when the doppelgangers continue speaking might give it away.
"Don't... bother with 'em."
"Oh, that's right. Why would you bother with us? 'It's not like he's real. He's just a program, you know. Worse comes to worse, we can just reset.' I wonder if you'll change your tune when you turn out to be the copy. Because," the copy continues, turning his attention back to Sans, "his life is definitely a joke. And dying alone, without a single friend? Without a single concerned coworker, without his family, without the partner he keeps insisting is just an annoyance? That's the punchline."