I don't think we've talked before but my name's Jim. A while back I found a program that you could use on the tablet to break filters on private posts. When I used it I could tell that @admin had some stuff that was private, but the program I had wasn't strong enough.
I think the thing you found the other day might help us out.
[Their voice is a little bit shaky. Reliving their memories was... rough. And even after they'd stabilized, they'd had really bad nightmares that night.]
Quark? Are you okay? [Deep breath] Where are you? We couldn't find you. I'm... I'm sorry we didn't notice that you were gone.
[Frisk doesn't get an answer until after lockdown. Quark had put down his tablet to have both of his hands for searching Shelley's house...and completely forgot about it. Well, that's half true. He forgot because he was distracted, but he distracted himself on purpose. He doesn't want to think about what just happened to them.]
Sorry, I didn't see your message sooner. I'm fine, I'm okay. [He sounds exhausted, winded, like he hasn't stopped moving for hours.] I don't...remember leaving. I'm sorry for worrying you. How are you and Sans?
Quark? Are you all right? Did Frisk's message reach you?
[Enoch sounds far more shaken and disturbed than he did when they last spoke. His voice is hoarse and his sentences are choppier. Of course, all it would take would be a glance at the network to learn why...]
[When Quark notices he (deliberately) missed another message, he goes from feeling guilty to feeling like he wants to kick himself. How many people did he worry? He just...he just wants to help, and forget all of this horrible things in his head. So why? Why is everything turning out so...so rotten? His voice isn't in a bad shape like Enoch's, but it goes from sounding tired to sounding tearful the longer his response goes on.]
I'm sorry, Mr. Enoch. I'm really sorry, I got the message, I just saw it, I put the tablet down when I woke up and I don't know what I was thinking, I shouldn't have done it, I didn't mean to worry anybody. Please don't be mad.
Don't... you don't have to listen to her. She's wrong. What they're doing is wrong. All of them are wrong. Sometimes grown-ups act like just because we're kids we can't really understand things, when it's them that are making stuff complicated.
[They're upset and frustrated and it all comes out very flat and devoid of emotion. Because this is hitting way too personally in many, many ways. So much of the Underground's story is tied up in revenge gone wrong.
But there's something a bit more important than that. A friend who Frisk wishes they could hug right now.]
I know...why is it so hard for them to see it? I don't understand. It's so obvious. None of this...none of this makes any sense! Why can't everybody just be nice to each other? It's so stupid...
[He takes a deep breath. His throat's starting to hurt for how much he's been talking. But, talking makes it easier not to listen to House getting hurt. Not much easier, but a little.]
I'm okay. I just wish I was able to do something. I'm going to see if the admin will help.
Im really close to where we were before, just closer to the eastern ice wall. I've been traveling southwest, but I'm still around the same area. Where are you? Are you okay? :(
[It's a struggle for Quark to even give Frisk a gentle response. His tone may be a bit clipped as a result, but of course it isn't their fault. He knows they're worried about their mom, and they deserve to hear something nice. He wants to try. He really, really does. It's just so hard. He thinks about House screaming as Beckett breaks his bones and he can't stop feeling so cheated somehow. That was supposed to be the end.]
I'm nowhere close to downtown. If--If I was--
[Maybe he could have done something to stop it? No. There's nothing he would've be able to do. But maybe, just maybe...he could do something else to make himself feel better. Something stupid. He doesn't care about logic right now.]
[She's worried about him after seeing his reaction to Al's video, but "sorry" seems inadequate. "Are you okay?" is very obviously a stupid question, so she pauses, letting out a breath.]
[He spent the night--he spent two nights in a house that had nothing left but a coat closet. He's tired and sore and cramped and miserable and everything is just horrible. Quark wants to scream at nothing, but Tifa doesn't deserve that. She probably just wants to help.]
[The message makes Quark's heart leap up into his throat. It's the most intense sort of mood whiplash he's felt in as long as he can remember. He's still upset, of course, because House never should've been murdered--he never should've been beat up, either. But he's alive again. He...he didn't disappear. He came back just like he did before.
Quark breathes a sigh of relief and rubs his face. That's one thing to stop worrying about.]
good! i found you some binoculars you can use those right?
im just south of that frozen pond. do you want me to meet you there?
I realise you're an exceptionally clever lad, and you likely don't need much help, if any, so I apologise if I'm being presumptuous. But I wanted to see if you were all right.
[England is laying it on thick, but he hopes if he's kind enough, Quark won't have any reason to suspect that Luna is involved here.]
[Flattery will get you everywhere, England. And House coming back from the grave, as well, has done wonders to ease some of his tension.]
Yeah im ok. Sorry if i scared you.
[But then, there is something. Probably the opposite sort of thing England's hoping to talk about.]
Miss Luna hasnt been responding to my messages though and im getting kinda worried she told me she would check up with me since shes downtown where the bad guy is.
[It's a lot easier when he's not doing it over video, so England's tone is rather self-assured as it comes through the tablet.] Good morning, Quark. I wanted to wish you a merry Christmas.
I know it's been a difficult few days for all of us, but you've been very brave in spite of all the chaos. If there's anything I can do for you, let me know.
[America may be up late but you'd better answer this in the morning!] Happy New Year, kiddo! Hope things are going okay for you if you don't count the being stuck in Norfinbury part.
[Quark is really, really glad to hear from Luna. He wouldn't have been posting to the Winter stuff if he was still feeling super rotten, of course...but hearing her voice really puts him at ease. And there's a stab of guilt, as well, but who can really help that?]
Miss Luna! Yeah, I'm feeling a lot better. I'm sorry if I scared you...I don't really know what happened or why I was seeing those things again. Are you okay?
Hooray! That's great news, Miss Luna! I'm up at the school! I've been staying here the past few days because me and Kesara are working together to look for clues. I'm really excited to see you again! Are you doing okay?
[They hesitate. They don't think they've ever heard him that angry. But they wouldn't be them if they let a little thing like that stop them. Toriel'd faced them down with flames and they'd kept going.]
You won't ever be alone, okay? Where are you? We... we can come find you.
[They haven't even had a chance to talk to Toriel yet, but they're sure she'll agree. She has to.]
[Quark almost doesn't respond--mostly because he doesn't know how. But ultimately, he decides he cares too much about Frisk to do anything that could seem so impersonal. Even if he doesn't really feel like talking, he'll talk to them. They deserve better than a text response, even.
He turns on the camera and replies, though it isn't till a bit later in the afternoon. He looks and sounds like he's been crying for days. He probably has. He can barely even look straight at the tablet screen.]
I can go to you, maybe...after I give Mr. Rhys and Miss Angel their friend Dumpy back. I was looking at the pond with Miss Luna. Where are you?
Quark? Quark, please, let me know where you are. Are you okay?
[It's an exhausted, concerned rush of words. She'd seen him down in those tunnels, but now that the screens were blank... she doesn't want to assume the worst.]
[He saw her on the feed when they were all running away from that big monster thing, so he knows by now she's alive and back but...it's still kind of hard to believe. After a few days, it was easy to believe she'd be gone for good--only a couple people ever came back after more than that time had passed. But she's here, and he already feels so much better knowing.]
I'm okay! I'm with Miss Fiona. [And then, because it's pretty self explanatory but deserves being said out loud:] I missed you so much! I'm so glad you're back!
Hey, dude. How're you doin'? I, uh, just wanted to check in after that whole thing yesterday. [A pause.] You caught a lot of shit for stickin' up for us, and like, that's not right, y'know? Sorry it came down to that, and sorry about the pricks that jumped down your throat.
Oh, hey Mister. I'm doing okay. I didn't think I'd get yelled at by so many people, but...I dunno. People are weird here like that. They stick up for people who don't deserve it. I'm sorry that you were getting yelled at too even though you're the one that got hurt.
[He hesitates--mostly because of a coughing fit.]
Are you okay, though? Does it hurt really badly? I hope not...it really means a lot to me that you listened. Most people don't listen to me.
[Quark is back. He sounded so scared in that post, but he's alive, and England feels incredible relief.
Quark deserves to be contacted privately about this, but England can't bring himself to use anything but text when he feels so shaken about what he's lost. He doesn't want to burden Quark any further.]
Hello, Quark. I'm back.
I saw your post. Unfortunately, I won't be able to get to you in time, as I appear to have woken in the hospital. I'm sorry I can't be of more help. Please let me know once you've safely found shelter.
[Quark doesn’t get much of a chance to even look at his messages until after lockdown, anyway, so by the time he replies to England’s message, he’s already at least...relatively calm. If fairly depressed. And frustrated.]
hi mr england I’m sorry about what happened and i’m glad your back. I got help from mr watson and mr alfie and miss fiona so I’m safe now. Thank you for your message. I’m sorry that i couldnt reply sooner.
[And he's still in a pretty bad mood with the whole...lack of ability to walk situation, but he's recovered himself enough emotionally that he's able to take an even and understanding tone in his reply.]
You don't need to apologize about that, I wasn't really mad...but thanks. I'm sorry if I brought up bad memories for you. I didn't mean to offend anyone or start an argument.
I nearly did not send you this letter, but I feel it is worth both our times for me to be honest. You are Frisk's closest friend in this place. I know I can depend on you to keep an eye on Frisk for me if I do die again in the future. My illness is progressing in a worrying manner that I felt the need to send this to you.
I am getting medicine from Dr. Watson, so it should help. Please indulge this silly old woman in continuing to help Frisk. I doubt anything will happen, but a mother always worries.
Please take care of yourself, young one. Remember I care for you dearly as I do Frisk.
hi miss toriel! I don’t think your silly at all. :) Thank you for trusting me...I know I’ve made things really hard for you and Frisk lately with my reckless behavior.
[Because, you know, absolutely dying while you were disoriented is the definite indicator of a reckless and irresponsible child.]
I definitely think that you’ll be all better soon! Mr. Watson is a great doctor! But I still promise that I’d always look after Frisk and keep them safe whenever I can.
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