[Accidental Audio][Forward-dated to the 29th/post-event]

[brotimaeus]

[[ooc: Because things are fucked up enough for him without his little bro being a sword]]

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[He's not running, but his footsteps are quick, breathing heavy and not panicked, not panicked, because Bro Strider doesn't panic, not even when he wakes up in a hospital bed with the last memories he has still fresh in his mind being told by someone who sounds too calm that he's fictional. Or was.

Under his breath, he's talking to himself.]

Okay, okay, just. Calm down. Take it easy, Bro. This ain't the most fucked up thing you ever got yourself into, just.. Okay. Priorities. One. Find out where the fuck I am and what the hell is really goin' on here 'cause I ain't down with all this 'you ain't real' bullshit.

Two. Two.. find a fuckin' bar.

[His footsteps pause, then resume. The audio cuts off.]

Comments

i'm sorry you did too.

[riseup]

corpsesmooching isn't that bad!
it saves lives.

[thneed]

How would that save lives? You're kissing dead people.

[riseup]

yeah, but you are kissing them back to life.
sort of.
it's complicated, let's focus on birthdays instead.

[thneed]

Like fairytale princesses?

Yeah, okay... birthdays. Deadly deadly birthdays.

[riseup]

i am sure rose would be flattered you called her a fairytale princess.

[thneed]

She could be.

[riseup]

it's probably not as bad as we are making it sound.
last year on my birthday, no one died and the world didn't end!
i am shooting for two years in a row.

[callbacks]

dude you got stabbed with a pitchfork

[callbacks]

wait that didnt happen for you yet did it

[riseup]

nope, i still don't remember that.
and i was talking about my birthday here!
some of us have been here forever, dude.

[thneed]

This place has less of a chance of pitchfork deaths then?

[riseup]

sure!

[riseup]

maybe.
i mean, you never know.

[thneed]

Very reassuring.