First.

[trustmods]

Most of the week has come and gone in relative peace; it's an uneasy peace, but the fact is that it exists, and sometimes that's the most one can ask for. Friday dawns like the rest of the week before it – the clock chimes the hour at seven, the doors to the kitchen and the mail room unlock and swing partially ajar of their own volition, and the building is quiet. Perhaps this week has passed relatively painlessly, and no one's decided to find out what your captor means by that last rule of his; perhaps the communal lifestyle has remained undisturbed, whether due to the lack of threat to everyone's well-being from any sort of outside source or just because no one sees a reason to push their luck. Or perhaps somebody decided to be a damn overachiever and take some initiative. Only one way to find out, isn't there? >Explore?

Comments

[becauseicould]

What the hell is going on over he--

[That announcement definitely doesn't bode well with Undyne, and she's a little out of breath from bolting over here, but she needs to know what the...hell...happened...

She looks around at the people first, and then looks up to see it. ...Oh. Oh god of all of the people to end up dead, it's him? ...She's disgusted as hell, if the way she goes rigid is anything to go by.]

...Disgusting. Utterly disgusting...

[perpend]

He... he was just a kid, dammit!

[They'll find the person who did this.

They have to.]

[becauseicould]

...Let's find the one who did this.

And let's make sure they don't get a free pass out of here.

[They have to do something. They can't just let this person get away with killing someone like him.]

[perpend]

[He nods, looking resolute.]

We'll find his killer.

[He doesn't know how, just that they have to do it.]

Maybe we can find a way to... make sure they don't hurt anyone else.