March 9: you know what they say about drinking and texting

[neveroutwrenched]

i have some questions. for you guys, the crew. us.

mostly about the ingress because i think its bullshit that no one has any idea how to fix it. or how it works. lots of worlds have technology like the ingress. on the greater cosmic scale, in the MULTIVERSE, it's not even all that rare

so

nowait

i mean, anyway. this is a different question. does anyone know why we haven't utilized
a) any of the ingresses (ingress...i?) on any of the planets weve landed on to get home
b) any of the people on those planet because you HAVE to assume someone knows how to work/repair/etcetc

why havent we scrutinized or been given an actual answer for anything that's happened on this ship? creepy skeleton monster? that KILLED PEOPLE. lying to us about caducus-primary. stealing from caducus-primary. dont get me started on the lack of actual consequence to that.

i know its different in everyone's worlds, but where I'm from, being in charge doesnt make you except from responsibility for your actions. or at least it's not supposed to. unless you have

a lot of money or are a celebrity or something

Comments

[neveroutwrenched]

Because. [Ratchet pauses, allowing his own bitterness to dig in a little deeper.] The universe is full of shitty people who don't care about anything or anyone but themselves.

[That was harsh. He can't quite bring himself to take it back, but he can at least elaborate. Tilting his head down he resists taking another drink.]

I never...we never knew. They didn't tell us. Money? Territory? Just because they could?

[He'd spent more time and energy and sleepless nights speculating over that than almost anything else. All except one thing.]

I need to be clear, Papyrus. I wasn't protecting anyone when I signed that contract. I...I put them in the line of fire. They would have been....I don't know. I don't know. [Safe? He wipes the back of his hand across his face, lowering his head further, forehead almost touching the counter top.] Being here means...it means I broke contract. I broke contract, even if it was an accident, they don't care. Everything I was trying to protect's probably already gone.

[coolskeletonnyehntyfive]

[This is all hard to take in, especially with the information being recounted by a very drunk lombax to a skeleton who wasn't there.]

I don't... think that's true. If you hadn't made the contract, couldn't they have ended up targeted anyway? Even if you didn't intend to protect them, you still did! Which is admirable in its own way!

And why would they turn around and hurt them? There's no way you'd want to hang out there or work for them after they did something like that! It's just bad business sense for them to do such a thing.

[Papyrus reaches over, attempting to ease the bottle out of his hand.]

I'm not sure if lombaxes are anything like skeletons, but it might help to drink something less... saddening. It only makes your problems loom closer, in my experience. I could get you a glass of milk, if you like!