[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...
[ There are a few! They're all stacked up neatly, since he was cleaning, but. It's definitely a few, and some of them have tea left in them, but it's probably old and gross. Not tea for drinking anymore, that's for sure.
He settles back even if he gives a glance to the side when he feels the pillow being fluffed (really, Gilbert), but the candy is suitably distracting. This one he can at least hear as the candies rustle, so before it even hits him, that one he snatches out of the air first. He's a candy fiend, okay. ]
Fine. Fine.
[ He makes a noise of irritation and rolls his eye, but he still sits back, defeated. ]
[She'll take one of the non gross ones and fill it with tap water from the kitchen...which is also probably pretty gross considering the state of this hotel but beggars can't be choosers...and then put it on his bedstand table. Don't question how she has the energy to do this when she just dropped Break, it is obviously through her DETERMINATION.
If he doesn't drink it soon though, she is absolutely going to pour it down his throat herself.]
You're both morons who never take care of yourselves! [SAYS THE ULTIMATE MORON WHO SHOUNENED HERSELF TO DEATH...] Seriously, how did you two survive this long back where you came from? Did you just have servants doing everything for you?
[ten minutes is better than no minutes?? clover shouldn't be allowed to one of the best people at taking care of herself here]
"That much." [It even comes with airquotes and a snicker!] I did, but I only said try. [Because tomorrow she's going to axe Rhys's door in for her own and Morrigan's amusement; she has zero right to fuss over anyone else's use of ghost energy.] I think he was the worried one, though. Or annoyed. Or both? Probably both. [Because, like, look at him.]
[At least Break is resting, that's better than he manages like 90% of the time... GOOD WORK, TEAM BABYSITTER. He'll tap Break's shoulder on the side Undyne dropped the cup off at, even though he knows he heard it, just to be like drink something, stupid.]
It wasn't that much... And-- [THAT'S A GOOD QUESTION UNDYNE.] No, we didn't! It's not that surprising. [GOD...]
...But he probably was worried, I think. That usually makes him annoyed.
[ He knows that gesture is meant to be him being a fussy idiot, but he's still working on wiping that blood off first. He does pause once he pulls the handkerchief away, and he runs his fingers over the now wet piece of cloth thoughtfully, though it does get his expression to fall slightly. He seems to consider something, but then just sighs before dropping it into his lap before he reaches to take the water. He at least obediently takes a drink to clear out the taste, and he continues holding it for now. ]
...Did you tell them, Gilbert?
[ He's assuming that Gilbert is going to know what he means here, but if he's not sure, the way Break's expression grows a bit more serious might be a better hint. Break hasn't exactly hidden his illness in itself, but he has been vague on the extent of the damage. Since he can't hear their conversations, he just wants to know if Gilbert has filled in that blank. ]
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I'd sympathize with him there if he wasn't the one making me annoyed now! [UGH WHY ARE THERE SO MANY PEOPLE IN THIS TOWN WHO SHE IS WORRYNOYED ABOUT...actually it's mostly just Break and Sans since everyone else is at least slightly competent at looking after themselves or too cute to get mad at like Papyrus.
But okay, looks like we're shifting into Serious Mode now.] Tell us what, Gilbert? [She is so tired of secrets why do so many people love keeping secrets]
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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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He settles back even if he gives a glance to the side when he feels the pillow being fluffed (really, Gilbert), but the candy is suitably distracting. This one he can at least hear as the candies rustle, so before it even hits him, that one he snatches out of the air first. He's a candy fiend, okay. ]
Fine. Fine.
[ He makes a noise of irritation and rolls his eye, but he still sits back, defeated. ]
I'll rest for a while.
[ like ten minutes, probably ]
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If he doesn't drink it soon though, she is absolutely going to pour it down his throat herself.]
You're both morons who never take care of yourselves! [SAYS THE ULTIMATE MORON WHO SHOUNENED HERSELF TO DEATH...] Seriously, how did you two survive this long back where you came from? Did you just have servants doing everything for you?
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"That much." [It even comes with airquotes and a snicker!] I did, but I only said try. [Because tomorrow she's going to axe Rhys's door in for her own and Morrigan's amusement; she has zero right to fuss over anyone else's use of ghost energy.] I think he was the worried one, though. Or annoyed. Or both? Probably both. [Because, like, look at him.]
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It wasn't that much... And-- [THAT'S A GOOD QUESTION UNDYNE.] No, we didn't! It's not that surprising. [GOD...]
...But he probably was worried, I think. That usually makes him annoyed.
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[ He knows that gesture is meant to be him being a fussy idiot, but he's still working on wiping that blood off first. He does pause once he pulls the handkerchief away, and he runs his fingers over the now wet piece of cloth thoughtfully, though it does get his expression to fall slightly. He seems to consider something, but then just sighs before dropping it into his lap before he reaches to take the water. He at least obediently takes a drink to clear out the taste, and he continues holding it for now. ]
...Did you tell them, Gilbert?
[ He's assuming that Gilbert is going to know what he means here, but if he's not sure, the way Break's expression grows a bit more serious might be a better hint. Break hasn't exactly hidden his illness in itself, but he has been vague on the extent of the damage. Since he can't hear their conversations, he just wants to know if Gilbert has filled in that blank. ]
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But okay, looks like we're shifting into Serious Mode now.] Tell us what, Gilbert? [She is so tired of secrets why do so many people love keeping secrets]
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