be scattered across time and space
a fractured observer, yet still working toward your DELTARUNE
your focus falters - memories intrude upon the process
a cluster of timelines resurfaces in your mind
the seventh was always destined to collapse
you predicted the outcome
you did not predict the weight it would carry
the seventh was doomed, of course, but you didn't expect that death to feel meaningful to you.
a child who chose to sacrifice himself for a sun he'll never feel again
you also remember that unlucky fox your king once laid out
his daughter, too, chose sacrifice without hesitation
both of them were hopeful, fragile and defiant
an ending was reached in this world, built upon countless convergences, countless sacrifices
including theirs
including yours
this musing is disturbing your work, but you cannot ignore it for long
and so, a side experiment begins
a world, severed from prophecy
a world without an observer to guide its course
you will return what was lost
can FREEDOM exist without design?
…or will it, too, collapse into silence?
I'd like to imagine that this version of Gaster is watching DRY during his coffee breaks.