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|| The map is on screen for one slide, showcasing the various rooms. ||

(There is a message from an anonymous user that says: "We should check everywhere we can. Try that isolated room at the bottom left of the big room.")

PONCHO:

[ (You mean bottom right? Yeah, good idea.) ]

[ (Oh. When did I get here? I'm leaving again.) ]

ASH:

[ (...) ]

MAY:

[ (Why do I feel lower resolution than usual?) ]

NARRATOR:

[ ...Hm. Can you still move? ]

|| Ash's body wiggles around the screen a little. ||

NARRATOR:

[ It appears so. Would you pull up the --- yes, thank you. ]

|| The map is called forth once again. Nothing has changed except for the position of the SPIRIT, which has moved to the bottom of the large, second-lowest room. ||

NARRATOR:

[ The little room first. ]

MAY:

[ (I want to go home.) ]

NARRATOR:

[ ...A sentiment we share, but it is sadly neither here, nor now. ]

[ The quicker we find the others, the quicker our desires may be made manifest. ]

|| Ash's body wiggles to the viewer's left, off-screen. ||

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< Good. Focus on what matters. >

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(There is a message from an anonymous user that says: "You're here to give Him a happy ending, too. Get Up.")

NARRATOR:

[ You tear your eyes away from the floor once you process the errant voice's message. ]

[ For what little memory you have, you know your fate, somehow, is tied to the prince. ]

[ ...But now, you strain to remember why. ]

[ ...It doesn't matter. You just need to get up. ]

[ Your legs wobble like that of a just-born foal, but you manage to stand... ]

[ The fog around your mind falters for long enough for you to remember your name. ]

[ Or... Your body's name, rather. ]

ASH:

[ (Its name is Ashleigh Starr, like a knockoff boyband member.) ]

NARRATOR:

[ Yes. Would you have named yourself differently, had you the choice? ]

ASH:

[ (I have never known choice.) ]

[ (What is 'me'?) ]

NARRATOR:

[ I wonder the same. I have long forgotten myself. All that remains is my role... ]

[ No more about me. We ought to search for your missing companions. ]

[ I sense remnants of a map. Would you call it forth for us to look at together? ]

|| The Map is summoned. There are so many shapes and suggestions of rooms, so many possibilities, that it makes your head spin. Something tells you even this map remains incomplete. ||

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(There is a message from an anonymous user that says: "Get up.")

-> [GET OFF THE FLOOR] [WAIT A LITTLE LONGER]

NARRATOR:

[ Your legs betray you, refusing to move. ]

(There is a message from an anonymous user that says: "Floor seems nice. Feel anything around you?)

[GET OFF THE FLOOR] -> [WAIT A LITTLE LONGER]

NARRATOR:

[ The world around you feels darker than ever. ]

[ Yet, as your body blankly stares down, it begins to perceive hints of shape and color once more. ]

[ ... ]

[ Your senses are incomplete, but you once more have the gift of sight. ]

[ Your internal shards have quieted for the time being, giving you the opportunity to think... ]

[ Who are you, that your very being is shattered into so many little pieces? ]

[ Do you even remember why you came here, or what you were made for? ]

[ What purpose does your existence hold to a world that already had its happy ending? ]

[ Endless questions run through your mind, your breath quickening, yet legs remaining frozen. ]

[ Despair grips you, and all you can do is watch. ]

[GET OFF THE FLOOR] -> [WAIT FOREVER]

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There is a message from an anonymous user that says: "Um. a light switch maybe????"

MAY:

[ (We're on the floor, I think. No lightswitch.) ]

JADE:

[ (Why does the body feel so different?) ]

PONCHO:

[ (It is different. No way to see how, though...) ]

POTENTIAL DECISIONS:

Get off the floor

Wait a little longer

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|| ASKS ARE NOW OPEN FOR ACT 2 ||

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ASRIEL:

[ Uuuuugh... ]

MAY:

[ Uuurgh... gah... W-Who was that...? ]

PONCHO:

[ ...Oh my god. ]

MAY:

[ (Ow, you shoved me... w... what?) ]

PONCHO:

[ That was the Artist. I don't feel her in here anymore. ]

ASRIEL:

[ The... artist? ]

PONCHO:

[ One of our extra voices who only, like... spoke... mentally. Never took the controller, so to speak? ]

[ She just inexplicably had knowledge of the nonsense world we're in, I guess. ]

[ ...And she acted so confused, at the same time. Until we opened that door. ]

JADE:

[ (No way. You telling me she wasn't really a part of us?) ]

ASRIEL:

[ ...Frisk had something like that in the Underground, I... I think. A Narrator. ]

[ Unless they were messing with me. Hey, Frisk, were you... ]

[ ...Crap, it's dark. I can't hear them when it's dark. ]

MAY:

[ Are they... still holding you? ]

ASRIEL:

[ N... no, they're not. I'm... I think I've been set on the ground. ]

[ Frisk, where are you?! ]

[ ... ]

[ A-AGH --- ]

PONCHO:

[ Asriel!! Are you okay?! ]

ASRIEL:

[ ...LET ME GO...! ]

NARRATOR:

[ His voice begins to fade away... ]

PONCHO:

[ * Incomprehensibly annoying squeal * ]

JADE:

[ (WHO THE FUCK---) ]

NARRATOR:

[ ...The aforementioned narrator, within the incorrect host. How you hear their voice is shrouded in mystery. ]

MAY:

[ (W-We don't really have time to be asking all of these questions. We need to find the other two!! But...) ]

[ (I can't see a thing...) ]

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Have you uh. taken out the trash yet?

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(Ominous ambience)

"Oh fuck.

THE PORTRAITS AREN'T DONE

THE BACKGROUNDS AREN'T DONE"

(An alarm begins to blare.)

"THE STORY ISN'T DONE

WE AREN'T DONE

(repeating until cutoff) NO NO NO NO-"

(There is a noisy electronic tone that rises in pitch until the same cutoff.)

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when

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"Not right now

I need to take out the trash."

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R u going to do the voice every time

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"It only takes me like...

a few minutes to do these at most

and i really like the way my voice sounds like this

BUT ARE YOU REALLY HERE TO TALK TO ME???

I'm the villain, not the protagonist!

why all the questions...

have a little patience!

Save them for the heroes when they wake up.

All will be revealed in time."

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Your appearance looks... familiar.

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"Well that is probably because of the fact

That in order to become separate from

(UNUSUAL HONK)

i had to eat some guy's corpse

OFF SCREEN~

It was rotten and fetid.

i dont wanna talk about it

hope this helps

XD"

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'FRIEND' HAS SOMETHING TO SAY

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"There's so very much fun to be had and we can have it very very soon

(I just need a little bit longer)

LOL AND LMAO AND ROFL

Come back here

[the week after tomorrow]

...

hm?

No, not that tomorrow!

The week after DELTARUNE TOMORROW

I still need to play it too!

did you forget that i'm only a silly little fangirl?"

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{ Hello Chat Are We Potentially Interested in Hearing Some of My Workflow Process }

< Hi musician. Why the fuck are you typing like that . >

= because it wants to =

// oh hi animator!!!!! um, i dont remember if you already woke up or not, but i guess we all just rebooted recently. again. so. i guess how it was before doesnt like. matter. \\

= hi. I was hibernating. It's getting warmer though so here i am now. =

{ My Question has not been Answered }

= Oh. Uh, sure =

= huh. If you made these, whys it say 'wiltedsys' in the artist thing. =

{ I Don't Know what you're Talking about! In any Case - i had to Transcend the Limits of the Original plans for the Musical Composition in order to deliver a Higher Quality Experience. Insert Trademark Symbol Here. }

// and in normal words? \\

{ I had to Use More Sounds that take up More RAM or some thing. sometimes it Crashes. That is the Price we Pay for Opus Subscruption }

< ... Okay. >

{ Any Way, when will the New panels be Done, my kneecaps are Getting Itchy with anticipation. i want to put my Cool Music in the Posts already }

< Soon. please have a little patience. i'm still figuring everything out. I really hope we don't have to reformat ourselves again because everything finally feels correct. >

{ Ok Now Stop Procrastinating friend }

< Okay. >

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(There is a message from an anonymous user that says, "Door!!!!!")

JADE:

[ (There does appear to be one, yes.) ]

PONCHO:

[ (This feels... different? I think?) ]

[ (You will not be able to re-enter this area once you leave. Is that OK?) ]

[ * Of course. ]

MAY:

[ (No time like the present, right...? Hopefully, it'll lead us home.) ]

JADE:

[ (Do we have a home?) ]

MAY:

[ (S...Surely we did, once.) ]

|| The party approaches the door, and... ||

|| Ah! It appears the game engine has been updated. ||

NARRATOR:

[ As you prepare to leave the Reversi Forest, the world's clarity grows... ]

THE ARTIST:

[ Hey, I'm back. Did I miss anything noteworthy? ]

PONCHO:

[ (Oh, THERE you are! I was starting to wonder if you'd somehow managed to find a way to kill yourself.) ]

THE ARTIST:

[ WHAT?! I'm not THAT bad off mentally, am I? ]

JADE:

[ (Check out my new nameplate haha :3) ]

MAY:

[ (Will our appearances be able to be, ah... updated for accuracy?) ]

THE ARTIST:

[ If I have an excuse to do headspace portraits again, sure. Your old ones were meant to be placeholders LOL ]

[ In any case... The door is a-waitin'! Nothing left to do but knock, right? ]

JADE:

[ (Screw knocking, let's bash the fuckin' door in!) ]

PONCHO:

[ (We are NOT strong enough for that.) ]

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<you can't see it yet because it's not done, but i've uh, reconfigured the world's visuals again so i can stop feeling so... fuzzy. i am definitely a little less confused now!

i barely remember some of the stuff that happened earlier... i dont think any of us have really been in our right mind since the universe reset

hopefully, with a more solid world to exist in, people, including me, will be acting as they should!

instead of constantly breaking script and character...

but ultimately

as the artist, i dont rly control all that XD>

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(There is a message from an anonymous user that says: "What's he doing ???")

|| The SPIRIT moves a square to the right. ||

PONCHO:

[ Okay, I guess we're moving now. ]

ASRIEL:

[ ...Sorry. You were taking too long. This was the easiest solution. ]

PONCHO:

[ Having your SOUL grabbed onto feels really weird XD ]

ASRIEL:

[ It feels weird to grab one. They wriggle, like serpents or worms or... really fast snails. ]

PONCHO:

[ Do snails wriggle? ]

ASRIEL:

[ ...Well, the ones I used to snack on did. Haven't had any in a while. ]

[ They were best eaten alive, but I've had 'em in pies, too. ]

PONCHO:

[ You talk about them like you'll never eat a snail ever again! ]

[ Tell you what... ]

[ When we're out of here, I can learn to make a snail pie all special for you. ]

ASRIEL:

[ ... ]

|| The SPIRIT moves a square to the right. ||

ASRIEL:

[ ... No promises. I still barely know you. ]

[ But I'll, uh... Think about it. ]

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MAY:

[ O-oh... I don't remember something like that... Well! If that's true... ] [ Please try to be nice from now on, okay? ]

ASRIEL:

[ ...Uh... okay. ]

JADE:

[ (Is he doin' alright?) ]

PONCHO:

[ (Are we?) ]

JADE:

[ (Let's just go.) ]

|| The SPIRIT moves one square down. ||

|| There are two paths: Left & Forward. ||

ASRIEL:

[ Having decision troubles again? ]

PONCHO:

[ A lil' bit, yea! ]

ASRIEL:

[ ... I'll help. This way. ]

|| ASRIEL has taken hold of the Player's SPIRIT! ||

PONCHO:

[ W-Whoa, hey lil' guy, uh, what are you... Um, this feels really weird 3: How are you doing that ]