[ It's not quite late at night when Break is working on cleaning and tidying up his room (it doesn't quite matter to him, after all), but it is taking him a while. He has to be careful, for one, since this is a slightly different process when you're blind, but he's actually not terrible at it. For all he teases and taunts Gilbert about his very servile hobbies, Break isn't exactly a stranger to them. He just doesn't do them. It's an important distinction, especially when Gilbert is usually the one to take care of that kind of thing before it ever even occurs to Break...
With his room decently messy, it's a process to tidy everything up, which also includes emptying out and reorganizing his safe. It's actually pretty full now, being stuffed with everything from Emily to Gilbert's notebook, to a half-finished scarf in a charcoal grey that might remind you of someone's particular clothing preferences (they're not gay). It's just reorganizing things as if Break is expecting to put more in it, which is slightly odd, but probably not terribly out of place. Everything is neatly put in place and Break sighs with something like relief, since it feels like something is at least put right, more or less.
But his breath catches.
It just seems like something catching in his throat at first, and he coughs, but the coughing doesn't stop. It grows more violent until Break is having to support his weight by pressing a hand heavily against the wall. It's probably a familiar sound for at least one ghost, because as Break's shoulders shake, the cough suddenly turns wet. As soon as the quality of that cough changes, he doesn't exactly fall, but he shifts to kneel, and blood drips between his fingers and onto the carpet.
He still coughs, but it at least seems to lessen in severity, even though he sounds like he's having more trouble catching a breath from the exertion. If any ghost friends are around, they might even catch what he says, though it's muffled and murmured into his hand: ]
And of course, Gilbert - who had probably just been hanging around like an awkward beanpole that haunts his friends - is nyooming over to Break's side pretty much as soon as the coughing starts, before it even edges into that familiar bloody sound, because he knows it's coming. To that end, his ghostly friends may notice that while he looks concerned and distraught, he doesn't look surprised at all.
They'd talked about this before, of course. Extensively.
After the muffled words, Break will feel cloth against his wrist because Gilbert's brought the handy-dandy handkerchief back. He'll speak aloud, though:]
[Unlike Gilbert, Undyne is not a sad awkward loser who hangs around her friends pathetically 24/7! This just happens to be luckily happening during her scheduled five minute breaks from getting her ass handed to her by Vegeta where she can be a sad awkward loser hanging around her friends before she dives straight back into shounen training montage.
Also unlike Gilbert, she definitely looks startled by this. Ugh why are human bodies so gross and also how do they work.]
What's wrong with him?! Is this because of...whatever the heck he's been doing? [SHE'S GONNA KICK SOME SINPARENT'S ASS IF THEY'VE BEEN HURTING BREAK]
Good idea, but the last time I tried to carry him he fell right through my arms!
[ON UNDYNE'S SHOULDERS AS USUAL, PROBABLY??? this is just. where she lives. like Clover doesn't immediately reattach herself to Undyne the second she and Vegeta are done beating the shit out of each other, every day all the time without fail. Clover's got it in her to look pretty startled, too, at least! How can a person be so terrible at taking care of himself, honestly.]
You're getting better at moving stuff around, though, right? What if we just, like, dragged him off to bed? [SOMETHING TELLS HER HE'S NOT DRAGGING HIMSELF TO BED AT ALL]
[ Break feels the touch of cloth against his wrist, and this time, he doesn't flinch. Whether it's because he expects it or is simply otherwise preoccupied isn't clear, but he at least sighs shakily. He takes the handkerchief all the same, even if he doesn't look thrilled about it. Though as he pulls his hand away from his mouth, it does reveal the fact that this isn't a small amount of blood. He's coughing to try and clear his lungs of blood, but it makes his breathing sound rattling and weak in between those spurts of coughing.
Even so, he definitely still seems to have the energy to criticize Gilbert's efforts. That's at least how you know that he's not about to deadass pass out, so that's probably a good thing. ]
How many times do I have to say it? Save your damn energy for something else.
[ Yet that also makes it fairly clear that Clover's guess is correct, since while he's not moving to get up at all right now, he's a stubborn old man that's definitely not going to rest either... ]
[AAAAAA WHY IS BREAK ALWAYS LIKE THIS. Gilbert is aging another 100 years as his efforts are brushed off and Break continues to just sit there uselessly.
BUT HE'S NOT HAVING IT TODAY because - that's actually more blood than even he had expected to see. He'll answer Undyne's first question later because first and foremost, they've got to deal with Break being Break...]
Do you think... if we carried him together, we'd have enough strength to make it to the bed? We have to try, because he won't stop on his own.
[That's...that's a lot of blood??? Undyne is getting Concerned??? She doesn't know much about humans, but she does know that blood tends to show up only when they're dead, and also usually isn't spewed out of the mouth.]
That might work! I'm super tough, Clover's super tough, and you're...tall. [yeah that's the best she's got] If we work together, I bet we'll be able to toss him into the bed!
[did you hear that her glittersis called her super tough!!!!! she wriggles her way down from Undyne's shoulders and onto the floor, graceless but impressively balanced.]
Maybe...place instead of toss. [Look, she's all in favor of unnecessary throwing, but, like. Look at him.] I bet we could do it, though!
[ Break is of course ignorant to the horror that he's about to be exposed to, but he's also unaware that it's actually more than Gilbert today. He probably should assume otherwise, but it's still difficult for him to parse through the idea that anyone else here would care about him to the extent of hanging out and babysitting him. He wipes at his mouth, and though he's still having difficulty and interrupting with coughs, he still tries to speak to Gilbert all the same. ]
It's not as if I'm using the Mad Hatter, so don't worry so much. This is exactly what I told you.
[ Though he doesn't seem happy about that. He seems frustrated and angry, and that probably makes sense. He's still incredibly motivated to continue on, but his body is failing him. It's a frustrating hurdle that he'll never be able to overcome, and he knows it. He wants to say something to that effect, but he just sighs and shakes his head. To his unknown guests, it'll probably sound like nonsense, but Gilbert should know what he means. Maybe. ]
[Gilbert does know what he means for once! Even though he's absolutely not thrilled about it at all, and Clover and Undyne will probably hear him mutter a soft "dammit" under his breath. That's more for the former than the latter, though. WHO CARES ABOUT BIRTHDAY PARTIES WHEN BREAK'S BARFING UP HIS LUNGS, UGH...
But he'll touch Break's shoulder briefly as a sign of reassurance and to let him know that he understands.
And then he just
puts his hands on Break's waist. #platonicgrandpas]
All right. Undyne, can you get his shoulders? Clover, his feet, if you don't mind-- Let's move as quickly as we can since we don't know what sort of time limit we're working with.
[What the fuck is Break talking about, is he getting dementia in his old age. Oh wait, she gets it!]
You heard him, everyone! Break wants a surprise, so we'll give it to him! [THIS IS DEFINITELY WHAT HE MEANT??? She'll move up and place her hands on his shoulders.]
On the count of three!
clover's dealt with enough murder sudoku for one lifetime Thanks?????
On it! [that's...totally not what he meant but if no one's gonna explain no one's gonna explain so, like, whatever, as long as it makes Undyne happy, and she scrambles over to stoop down so she's ready to grab his feet and help join in the carrying efforts once they've hauled him off the ground enough that she can.]
[ Before Undyne and Clover even take their positions, there's an immediate response from Break for Gilbert. As soon as Gilbert grabs his waist, Break swings back reflexively. If Gilbert weren't a ghost, he would definitely be getting elbowed in his stomach hard enough to wind him. Break doesn't like being touched, and with Gilbert, they're close enough that he doesn't feel bad potentially beating him up. That's true friendship.
However, while he would normally be happy enough to learn that Clover and Undyne were also here, it's decidedly not in this way. When he's suddenly hoisted up into the air, it's disorienting for him because of the lack of other sensory feedback, but... He's getting used to this. Undyne has taken to carrying him and hasn't stopped when she died, so unfortunately, this isn't the first time this has happened. He makes a sharp, indignant noise of surprise.
He starts to half-yell an order to be put down, but no, he just proves their collective point. That yell is cut off, since the surprise and the attempt to yell just triggers another coughing fit right when he had started to recover... He wishes he could cough blood on them to prove his point and gross them out, but no. He's not so lucky (?). So, really, it's a good thing he has ghost babysitters, since Break is a moron. ]
[WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO DESTROY HIM EVEN WHEN HE'S NOT CORPOREAL, BREAK!! What the fuck. He's so used to having his ass whopped by Break that he doesn't even flinch when he sees the elbow come back, though, so that's good because otherwise he might have dropped his hands and put a weak link in their Break-carrying chain.
BUT NO, he's good to go, so he'll help Undyne and Clover carry him over to the closest bed.]
All right, now set him down carefully, okay?
[He's definitely looking at Undyne as he says that.]
you heard christy EVERYONE BUT BREAK COMMIT MURDER SUDOKU
[WOW WHAT CAN YOU POSSIBLY BE IMPLYING THERE GILBERT. She rolls her eyes and exaggeratedly lowers Break to the bed as slowly and gently as possible...
...before he phases straight through her arms. WHOOPS. Luckily his head was only a couple feet up in the air at that point and the pillows were right underneath it, so...no harm done? Undyne winces anyway.]
Soooo...I may have forgotten about a certain conversation with Sans earlier this week that may have used up a bunch of my ghost energy.
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can't go a whole goddamn murdergame without some fuckin sudoku
Well...you got him this far? [AND THAT'S WHAT COUNTS??? RIP Break honestly. At least Clover's careful with his feet. The fact that there is less distance to close helps, she's so goddamn short, but she looks a little winded for the effort. None of her energy, ghostly or otherwise, has been used for anything productive all week.]
[HE'S DEFINITELY YELPING as poor Break goes tumbling down, ah... Good bye, Break, enjoy teeter-tottering into the pillow since Gilbert and Clover are both CAREFUL BEANS who can lower the rest of him normally.]
That's why I was looking at you! [LORD...] How did you even use up your energy having a conversation?!
[ Luckily, no, Break does kind of expect this all the same. You're okay people, but he still doesn't trust any of you as ghost nurses. He's trying to keep a sense of where he is in the room as they pick him up, and naturally, it's a safe assumption to assume that they're taking him over to a bed. Yet he still seizes up sharply when he starts to fall out of reflex, even though the end result is soft and not damaging. He's still not happy, though. ]
This is why I didn't want your damn help....
[ He'd like for that to be more barbed, but he's still coughing and trying not to cough more and potentially choke. As soon as he's free from their ghostly grasp, he does shift to sit up, since laying down while he's still coughing isn't comfortable. ]
It's not like I was planning on it! I wound up having to write a ton of shit because Sans was keeping waaaay more secrets from me than I thought!
[SO CLEARLY THIS IS ENTIRELY SANS' FAULT LET'S JUST BLAME HIM. It's definitely not because Undyne lost her temper and ranted on paper or anything!! Her expression gets more concerned when Break starts coughing again though. Gross.]
Uh...is he okay? Should we get him some water or something?
But look, the shitty landing cannot be undone, it's happened, no one's any more dead than they were five minutes ago, and this was definitely way better than leaving Break to his own devices because he sure wasn't going anywhere. So whatever, Clover's not harping on it.]
I can grab snacks? [Feeding people is all she knows. Frowning, she glances over at Gilbert. He's the alpha babysitter, what's step two.]
Water would be good. He'd appreciate something sweet too, but bring something small or he'll just get fussy about you wasting your energy again. There should be a package of candy in that drawer over there.
[Gesturing! He can actually do alpha babysitting duty usefully and decently, good work Gilbert.
In the meantime he'll just wait by the bedside for Break to stop coughing, adjusting the pillows behind him so he can lay back without having to recline completely.]
[ It at least doesn't take long for him to stop coughing, though by the time he does, he's sweating more than a little, and he looks a bit paler than normal. It might not be that surprising, considering the blood he's coughed up, but he still doesn't seem too bothered by it. This is more or less normal for him at this point, and over anything else, he's just annoyed that they made it worse by startling him.
Not that he'd admit that, though. He still has false ideas that it might ruin his sense of cool, as if anyone here actually thought he was cool. Yet even so, he totally does recline against those pillows... Once he seems fairly certain that he won't break into another coughing fit, he starts to wipe up the blood around his mouth to at least be less gross. ]
You're all more annoying dead than you were alive, I hope you know.
...does he actually have any cups in here or should I just dump the water into his mouth by hand? [She'll fucking do it...but a cup would probably work better.]
And we wouldn't have to do any of this if you'd just take care of yourself, punk! [UGGGGH why is she a ghost why can't she punch people whenever she wants without worrying about dumb energy conservation or whatever] One of you punch him for me!
He can fuss all he wants. I only promised to try to get you to chill. [She's got every right to be as obnoxious as she wants!!!
For now she's only going to be a little obnoxious, at least, and take the indicated candy package and drop it on him with a tiny harrumph.] Yeah, good to see you, too, you ass. [F...FRIENDSHIP?????]
Er - you could use one of the empty tea cups. [Who even knows how many he has lying around. Maybe she'll get lucky and one will still have tea in it, even!]
Don't punch him, though. [LORD. But he pauses in his pillow-fluffing (Gilbert why) to glance over, brow furrowing.] ...Did you really promise him that? I wasn't really over-exerting myself that much, so you don't have to worry...
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tuesday evening
With his room decently messy, it's a process to tidy everything up, which also includes emptying out and reorganizing his safe. It's actually pretty full now, being stuffed with everything from Emily to Gilbert's notebook, to a half-finished scarf in a charcoal grey that might remind you of someone's particular clothing preferences (they're not gay). It's just reorganizing things as if Break is expecting to put more in it, which is slightly odd, but probably not terribly out of place. Everything is neatly put in place and Break sighs with something like relief, since it feels like something is at least put right, more or less.
But his breath catches.
It just seems like something catching in his throat at first, and he coughs, but the coughing doesn't stop. It grows more violent until Break is having to support his weight by pressing a hand heavily against the wall. It's probably a familiar sound for at least one ghost, because as Break's shoulders shake, the cough suddenly turns wet. As soon as the quality of that cough changes, he doesn't exactly fall, but he shifts to kneel, and blood drips between his fingers and onto the carpet.
He still coughs, but it at least seems to lessen in severity, even though he sounds like he's having more trouble catching a breath from the exertion. If any ghost friends are around, they might even catch what he says, though it's muffled and murmured into his hand: ]
Not yet.
why is christy like this 2k16
And of course, Gilbert - who had probably just been hanging around like an awkward beanpole that haunts his friends - is nyooming over to Break's side pretty much as soon as the coughing starts, before it even edges into that familiar bloody sound, because he knows it's coming. To that end, his ghostly friends may notice that while he looks concerned and distraught, he doesn't look surprised at all.
They'd talked about this before, of course. Extensively.
After the muffled words, Break will feel cloth against his wrist because Gilbert's brought the handy-dandy handkerchief back. He'll speak aloud, though:]
...He needs to rest.
because she's evil and hates us obvs
Also unlike Gilbert, she definitely looks startled by this. Ugh why are human bodies so gross and also how do they work.]
What's wrong with him?! Is this because of...whatever the heck he's been doing? [SHE'S GONNA KICK SOME SINPARENT'S ASS IF THEY'VE BEEN HURTING BREAK]
Good idea, but the last time I tried to carry him he fell right through my arms!
this is what we get for dying
You're getting better at moving stuff around, though, right? What if we just, like, dragged him off to bed? [SOMETHING TELLS HER HE'S NOT DRAGGING HIMSELF TO BED AT ALL]
i have no idea what you're talking about
Even so, he definitely still seems to have the energy to criticize Gilbert's efforts. That's at least how you know that he's not about to deadass pass out, so that's probably a good thing. ]
How many times do I have to say it? Save your damn energy for something else.
[ Yet that also makes it fairly clear that Clover's guess is correct, since while he's not moving to get up at all right now, he's a stubborn old man that's definitely not going to rest either... ]
>:(
BUT HE'S NOT HAVING IT TODAY because - that's actually more blood than even he had expected to see. He'll answer Undyne's first question later because first and foremost, they've got to deal with Break being Break...]
Do you think... if we carried him together, we'd have enough strength to make it to the bed? We have to try, because he won't stop on his own.
[STUBBORN GRANDPA.]
let's die again out of Revenge
That might work! I'm super tough, Clover's super tough, and you're...tall. [yeah that's the best she's got] If we work together, I bet we'll be able to toss him into the bed!
[LIKE A POTATO SACK okay no]
an excellent plan
Maybe...place instead of toss. [Look, she's all in favor of unnecessary throwing, but, like. Look at him.] I bet we could do it, though!
ugh wtf he'll commit sudoku
It's not as if I'm using the Mad Hatter, so don't worry so much. This is exactly what I told you.
[ Though he doesn't seem happy about that. He seems frustrated and angry, and that probably makes sense. He's still incredibly motivated to continue on, but his body is failing him. It's a frustrating hurdle that he'll never be able to overcome, and he knows it. He wants to say something to that effect, but he just sighs and shakes his head. To his unknown guests, it'll probably sound like nonsense, but Gilbert should know what he means. Maybe. ]
That surprise party will be a problem, though.
JUST CLAM DOWN
But he'll touch Break's shoulder briefly as a sign of reassurance and to let him know that he understands.
And then he just
puts his hands on Break's waist. #platonicgrandpas]
All right. Undyne, can you get his shoulders? Clover, his feet, if you don't mind-- Let's move as quickly as we can since we don't know what sort of time limit we're working with.
[TIME TO THROW A SACK OF POTATOES ONTO THE BED.]
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You heard him, everyone! Break wants a surprise, so we'll give it to him! [THIS IS DEFINITELY WHAT HE MEANT??? She'll move up and place her hands on his shoulders.]
On the count of three!
clover's dealt with enough murder sudoku for one lifetime Thanks?????
One! Two! Three! [GODSPEED GRANDPA]
TIME FOR MORE!!!
However, while he would normally be happy enough to learn that Clover and Undyne were also here, it's decidedly not in this way. When he's suddenly hoisted up into the air, it's disorienting for him because of the lack of other sensory feedback, but... He's getting used to this. Undyne has taken to carrying him and hasn't stopped when she died, so unfortunately, this isn't the first time this has happened. He makes a sharp, indignant noise of surprise.
He starts to half-yell an order to be put down, but no, he just proves their collective point. That yell is cut off, since the surprise and the attempt to yell just triggers another coughing fit right when he had started to recover... He wishes he could cough blood on them to prove his point and gross them out, but no. He's not so lucky (?). So, really, it's a good thing he has ghost babysitters, since Break is a moron. ]
GOD WHY IS HE LIKE THIS
[WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO DESTROY HIM EVEN WHEN HE'S NOT CORPOREAL, BREAK!! What the fuck. He's so used to having his ass whopped by Break that he doesn't even flinch when he sees the elbow come back, though, so that's good because otherwise he might have dropped his hands and put a weak link in their Break-carrying chain.
BUT NO, he's good to go, so he'll help Undyne and Clover carry him over to the closest bed.]
All right, now set him down carefully, okay?
[He's definitely looking at Undyne as he says that.]
you heard christy EVERYONE BUT BREAK COMMIT MURDER SUDOKU
[WOW WHAT CAN YOU POSSIBLY BE IMPLYING THERE GILBERT. She rolls her eyes and exaggeratedly lowers Break to the bed as slowly and gently as possible...
...before he phases straight through her arms. WHOOPS. Luckily his head was only a couple feet up in the air at that point and the pillows were right underneath it, so...no harm done? Undyne winces anyway.]
Soooo...I may have forgotten about a certain conversation with Sans earlier this week that may have used up a bunch of my ghost energy.
can't go a whole goddamn murdergame without some fuckin sudoku
it wouldnt be a murdergame w/out it ok
That's why I was looking at you! [LORD...] How did you even use up your energy having a conversation?!
[As if Gilbert didn't do the exact same thing??]
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This is why I didn't want your damn help....
[ He'd like for that to be more barbed, but he's still coughing and trying not to cough more and potentially choke. As soon as he's free from their ghostly grasp, he does shift to sit up, since laying down while he's still coughing isn't comfortable. ]
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[SO CLEARLY THIS IS ENTIRELY SANS' FAULT LET'S JUST BLAME HIM. It's definitely not because Undyne lost her temper and ranted on paper or anything!! Her expression gets more concerned when Break starts coughing again though. Gross.]
Uh...is he okay? Should we get him some water or something?
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But look, the shitty landing cannot be undone, it's happened, no one's any more dead than they were five minutes ago, and this was definitely way better than leaving Break to his own devices because he sure wasn't going anywhere. So whatever, Clover's not harping on it.]
I can grab snacks? [Feeding people is all she knows. Frowning, she glances over at Gilbert. He's the alpha babysitter, what's step two.]
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[Gesturing! He can actually do alpha babysitting duty usefully and decently, good work Gilbert.
In the meantime he'll just wait by the bedside for Break to stop coughing, adjusting the pillows behind him so he can lay back without having to recline completely.]
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Not that he'd admit that, though. He still has false ideas that it might ruin his sense of cool, as if anyone here actually thought he was cool. Yet even so, he totally does recline against those pillows... Once he seems fairly certain that he won't break into another coughing fit, he starts to wipe up the blood around his mouth to at least be less gross. ]
You're all more annoying dead than you were alive, I hope you know.
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And we wouldn't have to do any of this if you'd just take care of yourself, punk! [UGGGGH why is she a ghost why can't she punch people whenever she wants without worrying about dumb energy conservation or whatever] One of you punch him for me!
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For now she's only going to be a little obnoxious, at least, and take the indicated candy package and drop it on him with a tiny harrumph.] Yeah, good to see you, too, you ass. [F...FRIENDSHIP?????]
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Er - you could use one of the empty tea cups. [Who even knows how many he has lying around. Maybe she'll get lucky and one will still have tea in it, even!]
Don't punch him, though. [LORD. But he pauses in his pillow-fluffing (Gilbert why) to glance over, brow furrowing.] ...Did you really promise him that? I wasn't really over-exerting myself that much, so you don't have to worry...
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