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[macaboney]

[All parts of the message are at an unfortunately high volume, due to the fact that Tempus has no indoor voice.]

Hello various humans and non-humans! You have reached Tempus! ...Or, you have. Not reached him. Because I am not actually present right now to listen to your call.

Regardless!

Please leave your messages here, and I will get back to them as soon as I possibly can! And then I will actually be present to listen to you. Yes.

Nyeh-heh-heh!

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[punnybone]

...That's 'cause I have.

I don't, uh... remember doing it, but... [He pauses there. Doesn't he? Maybe not technically. Not in the way memories should work, maybe.] ...Nah. Nah, that's not entirely true. I don't remember it clearly, maybe, but I... sometimes... I dream about it.

It's a little, uh... complicated?

[So he isn't entirely sure what the best way to explain it is. But he does need to explain it. Just... slowly. Step by step.]

It didn't really feel very courageous. Dunno if promising that was the right call or not. But I guess I never really thought I had much of an option.

...Think the kid knew that. They wouldn't have asked if they thought there was a chance I'd say no. [It's weird, thinking that's something he could be counted on to do. It probably doesn't say anything good about him.] You, uh... remember that one night, right? A little while ago?

[He doesn't need to specify. They both know which night. The night he'd been a total wreck. The night Tempus had finally gotten frustrated with him. They night neither of them had been very happy about anything.]

...That was why I couldn't sleep. Guess, uh, heh... that promise kinda got to me. Just a little.

[macaboney]

...So you dream about things that have... sort of happened, then? In those other timelines you were talking about? Why does that happen to you and not anyone else?

[He's almost certain he's never had a dream about another reality. But... who knows, maybe he has. Maybe those dreams about becoming a Royal Guard are true, in another reality. It's all very complicated and confusing... he can't imagine what it's like for Serif.]

I can't tell you if promising was what you should have done... but I understand it was hard. And I understand why you wouldn't have wanted to tell me.

[Tempus had already been angry and hurt hearing Sans admit he needed to kill Grit. How would he have reacted if he had heard it in the middle of the night, both of their emotions laid bare and both of them on edge?]

...I'm sorry.

[punnybone]

Heh... Hell if I know. Maybe it's 'cause I already know about the timelines?

[He can't say for sure. Hell, maybe they're not even really memories. Maybe his imagination is just trying to fill in the gaps. Who knows.

...He still hasn't actually bothered to really explain those, has he? With everything that's been happening, it just kinda... slipped his mind.]

Guess I should, uh... probably tell you 'bout those in more detail though, huh?

[He hasn't had to explain them to anyone yet. Hell, he didn't think he'd ever have to. But here he is now.]

...

I'm sorry too.

[macaboney]

Right... it might be best to just start from the beginning. There's not a lot that makes sense right now...

[Surely it'll make more sense if he can get the entire story, and fit the pieces he has into the story's thread. Like one big long puzzle.

He just nods at Serif's apology. They both were a bit stupid. He knows that even if Tempus did overreact, this could have been avoided if Serif had been more open.]

[punnybone]

S'kind of a long story, so... bear with me here.

[How to lay all of this out. Start at the beginning... Right, okay, what exactly qualifies as the beginning? Well. He's got some idea for that.]

You remember when I, uh, used to be busy with a whole lot of science stuff? [Tempus should remember that part fine. Just not... who he used to work with. Even if it seemed like such a long time since he worked on all that...] One of the things w- I got involved with had to do with time. It was just one part of all the research, y'know, trying to figure out more about what makes it tick. Heh.

'Cept uh... the reports that came outta that were kinda... weird?

[He pauses for a second, trying to figure out the best way to put this simply.]

Time's got a certain way it's supposed to move. Y'know, linearly. I mean, some weird things are bound to pop up, I dunno, still a lot that's kind of a mystery, but... This wasn't like that.

Timelines were just... jumping around all over the place. Looping back around, branching off everywhere, always repeating, all kinda things that shouldn't happen. Until suddenly everything just... stops.

[Serif remembers when he first got those results. Back then, it was terrifying. Now it just sort of... was. It's amazing, the things you get used to.]

[macaboney]

[A long story. He was kind of expecting that. Tempus keeps silent and lets Serif find a place to start. Where he does begin isn't really unexpected.

He definitely remembers the time Serif worked at the lab. A lot of it is fuzzy, but the smile on Serif's face when he came back home discussing their findings... that is as vivid as if it happened yesterday.

The mention of time, though... that's when Tempus starts to realize just what is going on. Something out there was messing with time itself, and only Serif had the research to prove it. But... how would Serif remember all the research?]

Wouldn't your research have been erased if things started looping back again? How do you remember all of this?

[punnybone]

Far as I know, time didn't start looping until a little later on. Heh, guess it's possible I just got the same results over and over, but... never felt any kinda deja vu from it.

Time doesn't restart completely anyway. It doesn't go back to, I dunno, the beginning of the universe or something. There's certain points it kept looping back to. Cause... time wasn't just resetting by itself. It was all caused by some kinda anomaly. Time was being deliberately looped by something.

[...]

Or rather... someone.

[macaboney]

So before that, everything was fine. It just keeps... starting over from... where exactly? What parts keep repeating for you?

[The mention of someone makes him stiffen slightly, before he relaxes, speaks with a grudging acceptance.]

You're talking about Grit, aren't you? They were the ones resetting everything?

[punnybone]

Yeah... It's Grit.

Far as I can tell, the main point everything keeps resetting back to is sometime right after they fell into the Underground. So they've repeated their, uh, journey through the Underground a few times by now...

[Not that he has any idea how many times. Too many for him to make an educated guess.]

...They're not the only one, though. I know there's at least one other time traveler, but... hell if I know who they are. Or where exactly they fit into all this.

[macaboney]

And why are they repeating it? Do you... know why they want to keep going through it all again? After we all were free... that should have been it.

[He has a bad feeling it has to do with how Serif's double mentioned how many time Tempus died... The mention of the other time traveler makes Tempus frown, but he can't think of anyone else around who could have done anything.]

How do you know there's another one?

[punnybone]

I don't know all their reasons. All of us getting out is the most recent timeline for them, but... I dunno if we got out of the Underground multiple times. Hell, maybe this was the first time they managed it. All I know is that...

[He stops and sighs for a second, because talking about this is hard. Even if it's not what happened this timeline, even if technically it didn't happen to him, it's really, really hard.]

That... there's been at least one timeline where... a whole lot of monsters ended up dead. And I mean... a lot. [He doesn't name anyone. But he probably doesn't need to. The way he looks away from Tempus for a moment basically gives away at least one person in that list, anyway.] ...I dunno how things would've ended up if they hadn't given up. Only reason they reset everything is 'cause apparently they, uh... couldn't manage to kill me. Heh.

...'S that timeline I've been getting the most dreams of.

[He supposes it's good he managed to make them quit, but mainly he just hates the whole situation.]

I know there's another time traveler because they pretty much came out and told me. That, uh, jerk that was writing to me that one night? That's the one. I dunno their name, but they've definitely been messing around with timelines. Say they're an old friend, because I guess they think they're funny.

[He's got sympathy for Grit. Not so much for his pen pal.]

[macaboney]

...I see.

[He really doesn't. It's too much for him to comprehend. He doesn't know what has and hasn't happened, and how many times it's happened before. He doesn't remember dying before he came here, but... from the way Serif is talking, and the way he refuses to look at Tempus, proves it has happened. He doesn't know how Serif became stronger than a human, but they did... and...]

...Do you know why they did it? Why they wanted to kill everyone? That... doesn't sound like something Grit would do.

[He frowns at the mention of the person who had been bullying his sibling.]

That's terrible. I can't believe there's someone else with that power... I just wish I knew who it was.

[If he knew they'd be getting the sternest talking to. He doesn't believe in hurting anyone, but he can't stand by while Serif suffers either.]

[punnybone]

...Sorry. S'kind of a lot, right? Can't keep it all straight myself sometimes.

[He's still not sure if not remembering all the timelines is bad or good. Probably good. He's not sure how he would've ended up if he could clearly remember every single time Tempus died. Or if maybe... that's something he would've gotten used to over time.

...The second option scares him way more than anything else.]

...I dunno. Not sure wanting to factored into it all that much. More like... feeling they had to, maybe? Still haven't really asked them much about their reasons...

[He knows what Buttercup told him. He knows what the shadow told him. But it's... not something he's been eager to talk about with Grit themself.]

Yeah, same here. I'd love to have a chat with them face to face. [Serif's voice sounds maybe a little too cold at that, but he can't really hide how he feels about this right now. Too much effort.] Heh... They've got a real problem with me, whoever they are.

[macaboney]

It is a lot. I don't know how you'd be able to keep it straight.

[How would he handle it? If he could remember bits and pieces of an uncountable number of timelines, a large amount of them involving the death of the most important person in his life?

...He doesn't want to think about it. He wants to tell himself he wouldn't lose hope... but he's just not going to think about it.]

I... I see. They must have had a reason. I just can't imagine what it would be.

[He notes that coldness, but his own voice is slightly stern. He's angry about this too.]

They shouldn't have a problem with you. And even if they do, sending you cruel messages is just... cowardly.

[punnybone]

Sometimes... Sometimes I really can't anymore. Heh... every now and then I wake up and it takes me a while to sort out what's real again. It gets... confusing.

[Remembering what actually happened and what didn't is something that shouldn't be so hard, when he clearly remembers one timeline and only has scattered fragments of all the others, but it happens anyway.

It's never a fun experience.]

Yeah, they're... they're not the type to do something like that for the hell of it. I could start thinking up reasons, but... Think this is something I shouldn't go making assumptions about.

[Maybe after everything's calmed down, he'll ask them about it. Maybe.]

S'a lot of history there. Just, uh, wish I could remember it.

...Can't say all their points were wrong, though.

[macaboney]

...I'm sorry. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you, and that you had to sort out so much on your own. I know there would have been no way of me knowing, but... still. I wish I did know.

[As horrible as it would be to remember dying, wouldn't it be easier if the two of them could help each other cope with remembering?]

Serif... please don't say that. What in the world could someone so thoughtless say that was true?

[He wants to know, just so he can prove it wrong. His brother should never have to take those messages to heart.]

[punnybone]

S'no fun to deal with, bro. Didn't want you to have to.

[He's glad his brother never knew. It made things hard for Serif, maybe, but it could've been worse. It could always be worse.]

Eh, they just...

["No one could do this but you. All the other saps could never do it. They'd roll over and die for friendship and love, but not you. You'll do what has to be done."

"You and your brother are both skeletons. But you're the only one who's dead inside."

"You just ran and left them to rot."]

...

I dunno. Guess they said some stuff I was already thinkin' anyway.

[macaboney]

Well, I didn't want you to have to deal with your problems alone. I feel like I told you as much.

[If only wishes came true somewhere other than Koriko, then this problem may have been solved a lot quicker.

As things are now, it's still going to take some time. The answer Serif gives doesn't seem to satisfy Tempus, who's expression darkens. There's no way he's going to let that go so easily.]

And what exactly were you thinking already?

[punnybone]

Yeah... I know.

[And maybe eventually he'll actually feel the same way about that. After resigning himself to dealing with everything on his own, for such a long time, it's hard getting out of that mindset.

...And of course Tempus isn't satisfied with that answer. Well, he thought as much already, but he'd kind of been hoping keeping it vague would work. But... he's not gonna lie about it, now that his brother's pushing.]

...

They, uh... heh... [He already knows Tempus won't be happy to hear this, but, well... Too late now, huh?] They said I was dead inside.

Couldn't really fight 'em on that one.

[macaboney]

I'm glad you know. Because I really... really do care about you. And I feel like sometimes you might forget that.

[Or at least cast it aside, ignore it so he doesn't feel bad about telling the truth. Maybe Tempus is just reading the situation wrong, but regardless of Serif's reasons, it's concerning.

...And it's more concerning to hear how he really feels. For a moment, Tempus is frozen in shock, before he pushes on with a added level of ferocity.]

You shouldn't feel that way. I know I can't convince you to change how you feel so easily, but... you're a good person, Serif. You're smart, and caring, and you've done a good job of looking after Grit and myself... There's lots of people who care about you. I... I wish they could help you realize how lively you really are.

[punnybone]

I never forget that, bro. Trust me.

[It's like the one thing that keeps him going most days.

...

He should be listening properly to this. He knows that. His brother's just trying to help and trying really hard at that. And Serif knows all of it's worth listening to. But one thing about it just stands out to him, especially after what his pen pal said in their last conversation.]

Tempus, you and the kid both ended up dead. I don't think that qualifies as doing a good job.

[macaboney]

Okay. I'm sorry for assuming you did. I... just worry.

[And he's worrying even more with Serif's next words. He flounders for a moment, trying to think of something, anything to make this right.

But even the great Tempus fails once in a while.]

...I know. But we're back now, and we forgive you. And... that was honestly out of your control.

[punnybone]

...

I ever tell you 'bout the promise I made to Fal?

[He did vaguely mention it, right after his shadow vanished. But that was about it.]

[macaboney]

I think you mentioned it, but I'm not sure entirely what you meant by it. Would you... mind telling me about it?

[Maybe it's meant to be a secret, so he doesn't want to pressure Serif.]

[punnybone]

It was before Grit got to the Underground. She got real quiet one day and, all of a sudden, she asked me to make her a promise. That if another human ever came into the Underground, I'd protect 'em.

Even though I hate making promises... I just didn't have the heart to tell her no, y'know?

[It seems like so long ago now. Back when they only talked with a door between them. When Serif didn't even know what Falon looked like.]