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[Player POV]
... Finally.
FINALLY!
It took you actual MONTHS to do this, but FINALLY, AFTER MESSING AROUND WITH UNDERTALE MODTOOL FOR... Probably 3 and a half months nonstop????
... God you need some water after this...
You've finally managed to get microphone compatibility with this game.
Or well, not quite game?
You've heard theories before that the "game" of Deltarune was its own little world, but usually its followed by a spiel of 'No, don't worry, they aren't actually living beings. It's still a game!'
However, you saw something a little more, and dug deeper.
Doesn't seem like any kind of rope or ladder would get you out of how far you dug yourself, so you may as well keep going until you hit molten rock!
You booted up the game and had said a simple
[ * Hey, can you hear me? ]
directly to Kris.
They visibly reacted, with the little exclamation point, before just. Immediately throwing you into the birdcage and skittering into a corner.
Currently, your little heart is... well, stuck.
You can't really do much, so you're just waiting for Kris to gather their bearings and actually do something.
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[Kris POV]
What.
What the hell.
What the actual hell, why did it speak?
You're looking at the little heart from across the room.
It's never DONE that before.
It's never spoken, not once.
It sometimes floats around when it's been loose, mimes toward something maybe.
Based on the way it moves you around, sometimes it can be "pointing" at something (if ramming your torso into the nearest wall or bookshelf continually can qualify as 'pointing')
But it's never spoken. That's new.
That's new, and it's terrifying.
...
You force yourself to stand up, and step out of the room briefly.
If there's a way to actually communicate, maybe you can see what this thing's deal is finally.
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[Player POV]
Oh, they just left.
Huh.
Hang on, let me see if I can shimmy the birdcage out of the wagon....
...
Almost-
Hang on-
GOT IT!
The birdcage clatters onto the floor, and you start maneuvering the Soul toward the door.
Before realizing that the door's closed and the birdcage doesn't quite have arms to open it. Whoops.
Ohwaitshitthedoor'scomingaty-
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[Kris POV]
Alright, you've gotten a pencil and a metric fuckton of paper.
You slam the door of your room back open in an intimidating fashion, and-
... Immediately send the birdcage out the window, SHIT, FUCK-
You immediately run after it and catch it before it flies out fully.
[ * ... Thanks? ]
You give a small thumbs-up before placing it down on the bedside table.
Something you noticed when making your way through the Flower Kingdom... Green, as few words as they could speak, tended to use literal sign language.
As in like.
Actual signs.
If you're not mistaken, pointing it... This way? Should let them see it?
[ * OH, I see what you're trying to do! Turn the. The other way. You're facing the window, I'm on the side with your door- ]
Oh.
You slowly turn around, revealing the sign.
{Who are you?}
[ * Oh, that's actually kinda simple. I'm ! ]
You cover your ears on reaction.
Ow.
Ow.
That is some REALLY bad white noise. Ow-
[ * ... Huh? Wait, did you hear me? ]
You shake your head.
[ * I'm ! ]
... You quickly write.
{Don't. Ow. Garbage Noise. Ear Hurt.}
[ * OH, Shit, Sorry- ]
It's. Apologizing?
Huh.
You still don't trust it.
{why are you me. why my body?}
[ * ... I err... Didn't... really have a choice? I was able to make a body but it kinda got thrown in the garbage before it stuck me with you. ]
... Oh.
[ * ... I haven't been able to communicate at all, I had to manually mod the uh... Survey Program??? That this runs on, in order to add microphone compatibility for this... ]
That... Explains a lot.
Not everything,Flashesofthecoldthesmelloffrozenchickenwaterrushingintoyourmouthasyouproceebut enough to get a gist of things.
{sor}
You quickly erase that, no, you aren't apologizing to this thing. It still hurt you, and still IS hurting you.
Doesn't matter if it's not ENTIRELY guilty. It's still done some shit.
[ * I do have a funny idea, if you wanna hear me out? ]
... You're curious.
You give a thumbs up, and walk next to the soul.
{Over the next 5-8 minutes, a plan is formulated.}
... Oh, this is gonna be really funny if you can pull this off.
Maybe the little freak of a heart isn't completely horrid.