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Welcome to the beginning of the #ic_mailboxes channel.
[2:20 PM] DonDon♡: @SnowVsTheWorld

[incoming call to Asgore, from Alphys!]
"Oh gosh, I hope the big fluffy guy actually picks up..."
[2:35 PM] SnowVsSleep: The phone picks up but it sounds like be isn't sure. "Oh, what button was it again? I can never... Does that mean it's already connected?" The phone fumbles a bit before Asgore can be heard more clearly. "Hello? Hello? Alphys?"
[3:41 PM] DonDon♡: "Yes, king Flu- I- I mean uh mister Asgore King Sir!! Th-there are, I mean I saw, I-" a deep breath is taken, "Humans! Here, in the Underground! I saw one on the Snowdin cameras and I was going to tell you I swear but then the newest season of MTT game on and then she disappeared into the ruins and was gone, just gone! And then there was another one that snuck into my Lab! I hadn't seen her before cause she was different than the human that escaped to the ruins and she had a small dog with her but they escaped into hotlands and... and..." it seems she had run out of breath.
May 9, 2016
[8:26 AM] SnowVsSleep: Asgore blinked softly. There were more than Risha? Hmm... "Now now, Miss Alphys. Take a moment to gather yourself... and your breath. It'll be okay... If you have more, you can continue."
[1:12 PM] DonDon♡: "Right, s-sorry sir," she continued, "ok so there was a human in waterfall, she made it to Snowdin with help, but then ran away and was almost killed by a skeleton, but something took her into the ruins. That's not even the important part," she opined, "a different human snuck into my Lab! It was here, right in front of me! I saw it! She escaped as soon as she saw me, though... She had a small dog and a... bear guarding her?" The loud clack of a keyboard and furious typing could be heard in the background.
[1:39 PM] SnowVsSleep: Asgore bit his lip. "Were... either of those human girls blond haired with blue eyes?" He needed to know if it was Risha before anything else.
[1:52 PM] DonDon♡: "uhm...." a few more keystrokes were heard, "y-yes, I found her! She's the one I caught in my Lab! But... H-how... How did you know?"
[4:09 PM] SnowVsSleep: "... She is under my protection. I do not give the same exception to any other humans though. Her name is Risha." His voice had become very matter of fact as he spoke.
[4:49 PM] DonDon♡: "Umm, o-ok..." the voice sounded confused, unsure. "you... Know her? But what about..." she lowered her voice to a whisper "determination?"
May 10, 2016
[7:20 PM] SnowVsSleep: "Risha will be staying with me... I need you to send me another phone so that I may give her one... There's another human. It'll be fine, Alphys." He hadn't fully put together a plan... Maybe he'd... have that human killed and give the soul to Undyne. Her resolve was strong enough. She could go to the surface and... How could he hand that guilt off to someone else? This was his burden... He didn't know what to do for certain.
[7:30 PM] DonDon♡: "I can do that, yes sir. T-thank you mister Asgore sir, I know... I know you're just doing your best. We all are. With humans appearing, we can find a way out of this. It will be fine, sir." With that, the call was ended.
June 9, 2016
[4:31 PM] Sanskrit: Emberyline's phone vibrated twice, the screen lighting up with one new message from Dad.  It reads; Emberyline, if you're not home before your mother is, she'll be very cross with the both of us.  Texting is very impersonal, and unlike you, please talk to me?
[4:36 PM] Coffee: Grillby's phone had a very quick response. No thank you, I dont feel like talking right now. And don't worry about mom, I highly doubt she's going to do anything else until you're feeling better.
[5:08 PM] Sanskrit: *I know that what you saw tonight was upsetting.  That you couldn't imagine in all your years I could ever do such a thing, but just once, I wanted to meet your mother halfway.  It isn't something I ever intend again.  I'm sorry for slighting you, take all the time you need, be safe.  Grillby's will be closed for at least a week.  I can't train your mother, and it's as good a time as any for a* family vacation.(edited)
[5:16 PM] Coffee: I don't feel slighted. You don't know how I feel. You can't imagine how I feel. I dont even want you to know how I feel.
[5:18 PM] Coffee: ...Sorry.
[5:21 PM] Sanskrit: I do know that you aren't here, and that is one of the worst things I can think of right now.  Never a secret or any distance between us until this.  Until you want to talk about it, no good will come of pressing you.  I will leave it at this; you are loved, you are needed, and you can never be replaced.  Come home soon, my little spark.(edited)
[5:30 PM] Coffee: Get well soon, then.
July 20, 2016
[6:27 AM] Sanskrit: __At the end of the ruins, the edge of the small universe that Monsters now call home, sits a small patch of golden flowers.  Their names long since lost, they could be buttercups or golden mountain aster.  These have long since shared a place with another flower that had lost it's name, in the only ray of sunlight that permeates the dark.  In Abigail's mind, an unspoken hope for the underground.  These were the things on her mind as she tended the garden.
     Toriel's cactus had joined the flowers, planted a little off to one side.  The kind soul hadn't forgotten, it was the little things that mattered even when the big ones threatened to overwhelm.  Fresh mulch mixed with a bit of wood ash had been carefully turned through the bed of flowers, giving the little cavern sanctuary the smell of fresh earth.  A three folded note rest against the base of the cactus, a little baggy full of what looked like water far enough to protect the note from accidental exposure.  The outside of the letter read 'From: A Blue Belle' and 'To: Not Violet'.
[6:55 AM] Sanskrit: __Not a moment goes by that I do not think of you and all the things you've meant to the both of us writing this letter.  Time reflecting and organizing my thoughts.  Reading the diary left behind so that I can better understand both you and my other self.  Your mother guides me in subtle ways as the minutes give ways to hours, hours to days.  Your parting words still linger in my ears, and your confession continues to weigh on my heart, but I have hope.  It feels like the only kindness I am allowed when I find the strength for it.
     Decided it would be best if you had some company, even if I can't be there.  I'll continue to take care of her for you despite the mountain climate, please do not worry.  It would be cruel of me to put a desert plant in such a cold place without some sort of attendance.  Cactus are a funny thing.  They're not particularly impressive to look at, dangerously prickly at times, and yet people still find them endearing.  Few plants are as easy to care for as a cactus, but gardening takes hard work, patience, and love.  The baggy is a little care package, it's just sugar water, but if you don't trust it that's fine.  We love you.
     This is an excerpt from her diary, I thought you should see it.(edited)
[7:15 AM] Sanskrit: __April X, XXXX, Asgore and I have a son!  A healthy baby boy, my first born!  The kingdom rejoices with the birth of it's prince but every monster's voice rising in chorus and praise for the event cannot match the joy that I alone feel on this day.  I have wanted this moment for several years now, and Asgore was frightened before of growing old and inept, but now that our Asriel is here I have never been more proud of my husband, or my son.  My family.  I have to laugh, Asgore was positively sweating when I asked him to come up with a name for the baby, but it came together juuuuust right.  Asriel is so precious and beautiful, I did not ever expect to feel so lighthearted in the face of eddying conflict.  I tire, and will write more tomorrow.
     Attached is an ancient photograph preserved by magic, it looks to have taken some water damage at some point, a few spots on the film faded in little round circles.
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[8:06 AM] Sanskrit: __Nestled amongst a tightly knit cluster of echo flowers along the river's banks in Waterfall, near the very spot the Kind Soul fell into the underground, an umbrella had been planted in the ground to form a strange sort of tree.  It kept the unrelenting water of the aptly named place off of the flowers it sheltered, and the small letter rested in a baggy amongst these.  It appeared slightly used, but dry inside.  A second, with more sugar water, sat close by.  To someone of the right pursuasion it might come off as a light afternoon's reading over a snack with sweets.  The triple folded note was addressed on the back 'From: Lily of the Valley' and 'To: Forget-Me-Not'
     Life has a strange way of bringing us the things that we need, while denying us the things that we want the most.  Knowing how much older then me that you are now, makes it seem a little silly to wax philosophical on you, but sometimes you need to hear it from someone else whether or not you want to admit it.  Things weren't much better for me before I came here.  I had mom, and a lot of other people's problems.  That hasn't really changed, I just feel more invested in the problems I am dealing with now because everyone else is a child save one.
[8:07 AM] Sanskrit: __I fell down near here and was spared from the landing by the river.  Spared from the cold and exhaustion by monsters.  Spared from violence by circumstance or a change of heart.  Spared from loneliness by my new family.  I lived by the mercies of others, and you were among that number from the beginning.  I still do not understand why, your motives are known only to you, but those moments we had are ones that I draw great strength and feeling from.  The first of our three meetings was an act to garner my trust, but it was the least significant.  If it had not been Risha, I would have eventually left her to seek out another child.  Thank you for encouraging me to follow my heart.  We love you.
     I've decided to include another excerpt from her diary that caught my eye.(edited)
[8:24 AM] Sanskrit: __July XX, XXXX, My Asriel, my child!  He is growing up so quickly!  Just barely done toddling and he already wants to help his mother in the kitchen!  Like his father, he's especially fond of my butterscotch cinnamon pies, and sweets in general.  I've spoken to a few of the other mothers, human and monster alike, and they all assure me it is very normal for little ones to have a sweet tooth.  I wasn't terribly worried, but I do worry about silly little things at times.  It's something of what it is to be a mother I suppose?  Asriel tires and cries easily, some of it is his age, but I can already tell he is a very sensitive and caring boy.  Asgore was play-wrestling with him and took a dive, feigned being hurt, and oh my goodness did my child start to cry his beautiful little eyes out!  His father and I had a little chuckle later, but in the moment held our kid together and peppered him in kisses until he calmed.  What a wonderful day.
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[11:21 AM] Sanskrit: __At the edge of Snowdin forest a pine stood out from it's fellows.  Missing it's bark in a long strip from a few feet off the ground, to the tops of it's partially exposed roots, the trunk showed signs of a heavy impact.  It had fractured beneath the force, oozed sap into the wound as trees are known to do, which had hardened and healed it in a manner of speaking.  At the base of this tree a patch of snow had been cleared, a wire-and-plastic tenting erected over the exposed soil.  Beneath it, a baby's blanket that remained perpetually warm, something from HOME that had been improved just a little to provide warmth where there was none.  With it was a slice of butterscotch cinnamon pie, plated, and a triple folded note addressed 'From: Mandrake' and 'To: Goats-Rue'
[1:34 PM] Sanskrit: __Monsters along the way weren't always warm, or kind, would not or could not be my friends.  When someone is different, it's easy to pass judgement and treat them as a commodity or an object.  The idea upsets me so much, that sort of ignorance, and I won't let it be a part of me.  A goofy skeleton once told me that everything matters, the brevity and depth of the statement seemed passably important at the time, but it holds more and more weight as my stay here grows longer.
     Where I'm from, everything encompasses so much more.  It still matters to me, but the scope is too much.  I might've been a doctor one day and touched hundreds of lives, still not scratching at the surface of everything that is wrong with humanity.  Mom was a therapist, and recognized when it was time to take a step back, I wish I was more like her sometimes.  Maybe that's why I'm still writing to you.  I am unique and don't know when to stop.  We are all damaged in our own ways, but I won't be the one to stop caring.
     If you are still reading these, then I know you haven't stopped caring either.  I wasn't sure if you still eat, but decided to take a risk on something a bit more solid.  If it disagrees with you, I will throw it out.  It's not quite her recipe, but I did my best.  We love you.(edited)
[1:43 PM] Sanskrit: __December XX, XXXX, Asgore decided it was time for Asriel to get his own 'royal mantle', so Santa brought him one for Christmas.  Our son has found every way imaginable to play with it, even made a little outfit out of it and a cardboard box.  Calling himself 'Asriel Dreemurr the God of Hyperdeath' and running around the house with his colors flying.  The whimsy of children, when we at last understand it we can no longer enjoy it as they do.  Still, it is as cute and endearing as I find all things about my Asriel.  Asgore and I had to defeat him to get him to go to bed, as it turns out divine beings are very, very ticklish and susceptible to bribes in sweets.
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July 21, 2016
[7:48 AM] Sanskrit: __In the Ruins, a bowl of Monster Candy had been moved from it's low pedestal to the floor.  The area was cleared of leaves and other debris, leaving the room looking orderly and statuesque.  Beside the bowl was another baggy of plain water, and atop it another note, triple folded and addressed as all the others had been.  This one was labelled 'From: Baby's Breath' and 'To: Elderflower'.  There was a distinctive shift in the sweep and curve of the handwriting, still clearly the same writer, but the script tighter and more graceful.
     Toriel was a lot of things to a lot of people.  Many of the humans that arrived in the underground came to call her 'Mom' in some fashion.  It was a sort of radiance with her that I cannot rightly describe, a pull that offered to ease the homesickness and loneliness we all felt.  Being without the closeness the two of you had for such a long time must have been impossible, it's been nearly three months without my own mother and I find it extremely difficult to cope.  I hope I am starting to understand a bit better, why things are the way that they are.
     It must be evident by this point that I won't leave, or feel like I can't.  Too much precious to me would remain trapped in this darkness, both physical and emotional.  I know the danger is very real, but am perpetually torn between my own nature and my desire to be safe and comfortable.  Still, I continue to write and hope, because we love you.  Please continue to use the shelter in Snowdin as you see fit, the blanket was left for your comfort.
[8:04 AM] Sanskrit: February X, XXXX, My heart aches and calls out for peaceful resolution, but none came.  Humans, on finding out that our kind are capable of absorbing their souls, became fearful and lashed out in distrust and confusion.  Many who served as friends and confidants to Asgore and I in our reign together have fallen down or dusted entirely in the face of the conflict.  We have... come to an agreement, but it is as one sided as the war that spawned it.  We have been permitted a timeperiod with which to settle deep in a system of caves within Mount Ebott, which the humans have deemed the most sacred of places.  It is not a long time to prepare, and I question if we will be able to survive for long in the conditions presented.
     Once the time has elapsed, we will be sealed away forever.  Seven human mages, working in concert, intend to erect the strongest barrier imaginable.  Their offer was adamant and would not budge, imprisonment, or death.  They would not stand for such 'demons' to walk the earth, so we must live beneath it.
     Despite all of this, I can find some happiness.  My family remains whole, and complete.  Asriel is confused by the changes, but still smiles for his father and I.  It is needed in these moments, the innocence he brings to bear.  We can be happy here as a family, in HOME.

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[10:38 AM] Sanskrit: __Along the river's banks the small wire and plastic shelter with it's self-heating blanket had been relocated.  The latter was hand washed and neatly folded within the confines of the space.  Despite the time from the event itself, visible indentations in the snow still showed the craters left behind from Slider's last assault in the open plain moving away from the water.  A fresh slice of pie waited inside, along with a triple folded note.  On the outside it was addressed 'From: Maidenhair' and 'To: Snapdragon'.
     So many in the underground tell me about the difference in strength between a human's soul, and a monster's soul.  I am not so sure I believe it  It feels like something else, from all the encounters I've had so far, as if Monsters are just somehow more easily swayed.  Papyrus, for all of his dedication and integrity, was still willing to put aside a life goal because someone asked him with a tone of need in their voice.  Put aside his differences with 'the enemy', and not only turned a blind eye but lent a hand in a time of crisis.
     I am a little jealous and also thankful for it.  Monsters feel more vibrant and emotionally alive then even the nicest humans I've met back home, and while they might not get as much done, they feel better about what they do.  Monsters following their hearts saved the six of us that remain.  If Nathan had been a little more Monster, and a little less human, maybe he would still be with us.  There is something to be said for giving in at the dictation of your heart.  Mine tells me to keep trying for now.  We love you.
[10:50 AM] Sanskrit: __March X, XXXX, Just when I thought that we could not be happier, a miracle falls from the surface.  Asriel found a human boy in HOME today, from the moment we first saw them together it was as though they had always been brothers.  His name is Chara, and he and Asriel are inseperable.  With nowhere else to go, Asgore and I offered to adopt the boy, and he readily accepted, perhaps a little too eagerly.  It cannot be helped, whatever trouble my child had with his parents before falling down here, it is no longer of any consequence.  They cannot return to the surface just as we cannot.  He seems unconcerned, and both Asgore and I believe he will adjust well growing up among monsters.
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July 22, 2016
[2:38 PM] Sanskrit: __At the end of the ruins, Abigail's garden had grown and flourished.  Faithfully it had been tended and added to.  Toriel's cactus, an echo flower, and an oak seedling all grew in the fresh soil.  More recently she had found the courage to dig out a small depression for a pool of water.  Water sausages, and a pair of flowering bridge seeds joined the growing company the monster had brought in for Asriel.  Loneliness, she was certain that's all it had ever been.  The teenager, too, recognized what it was to wake up in a strange place with no friends or family, in a body that was not yours.  A letter sat amidst the water sausages, triple folded, and addressed 'From: Bittersweet' and 'To: Everlasting'.
     Wounds.  Wounds can be inflicted by anyone at any time  through careless thought or action,  viciousness and mal-intent.  A common phrase from back home is 'what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger'.  You haven't killed me yet, and you certainly made me stronger.  You gave me the chance to be vulnerable and open up to you despite whatever drives you to covet my soul.  Those two events may not have been a kindness, but I do not find flaw with your choice, nor can I find flaw with the decision to heal me.  I wonder if I gave anything back to you, no matter how small.
     I wake every morning in a place I do not know, in a body that isn't mine, my thoughts immediately gravitating to you.  My leaves are clumsy and my petals sit strangely, I question if I am still really me.  Toriel assures me I am, as do the monsters that visit me, and Tilsen.  Friends have done a lot for me, I hope yours are at least keeping you from feeling lonely.  Soon, I may make my way to the capital to show Asgore what we have become.  I hope he understands.  We love you, and miss you.
[3:25 PM] Sanskrit: __November XX, XXXX, They're gone.  My... my Asriel... my Chara... even... even Asgore.  If it were possible to will oneself to death, I would not be writing this now.  Life is agony.  I can only sit and watch as Asgore campaigns against the humans.  His own grief may be equal to mine, but a mother's love runs deeper.  I knew Asriel before he was born.  Before he was even conceived.  The best part of me was him, and it died with him.  My firstborn, my heart.
     All that remains now is the dust, goldenflowers, and memories.  Nothing will soothe the crushing heartache, I have no family left to turn or run.  Sickness, violence, and rage took all three of my boys, all that remains now is exile and solitude.  My family is in ruins, so that is where I will stay.  In what is left of HOME.  I leave tonight.
     The page was stained with tears, the paper softer and deformed, and the ink running slightly in places.  Transcribed as the others entries had been, these were a fresh.
July 23, 2016
[4:50 PM] Coffee: @Sanskrit
A single pristine letter lay in the the mailbox of the Great Papyrus. It contains two sheets of paper. The first is a plain white sheet, drawn on in crayon...Papyruspuzzle.png

[4:50 PM] Coffee: The second is a lined peice of notebook paper.
~Clues:~

Yellow 1) The taste of the cooking of The Great Papyrus!

Yellow 2) Papyrus is a big _ _ _ _!

Yellow 3) Look out for The Great Papyrus' _ _ _ _ _ _ _ Attack!


Blue 1) Papyrus' dream is to be a member of the Royal _ _ _ _ _!

Blue 2) Best Friend of The Great Papyrus!

Blue 3) The Great Papyrus always does his _ _ _ _ _!

Blue 4) I love it when The Great Papyrus makes _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _!

Blue 5) Every day, The Great Papyrus walks on his _ _ _ _ _ _!


Red 1) Because everyone likes The Great Papyrus, he's _ _ _ _ _ _ _!

Red 2) Everything the Great Papyrus does is _ _ _ _ _ _ _!

Red 3) Really really long word that describes The Great Papyrus, and is defined: "inspiring respect and admiration; having high status."

Red 4) The way the cooking of The Great Papyrus tastes!

Red 5) He's not afraid of anything, because The Great Papyrus is very _ _ _ _ _!

Red 6) Friend of The Great Papyrus who taught him how to cook!

Red 7) The sleepy brother of The Great Papyrus!
[5:10 PM] Sanskrit: Later the same day, Papyrus never failed to make his routes on time, kept more to New HOME these days then Snowdin, Risha's puzzle sat neatly on the front porch with a fresh plate of spaghetti.  Papyrus was very likely nearby, he wasn't far for long.Papyruspuzzle.png

July 29, 2016
[11:41 AM] Sanskrit: __The final letter in Abigail's garden came on a bleak sunday at exactly 11 am.  The half monster carried it, and a plated slice of pie into the lush area with the grass that had flourished with regular tending.  Glowing mushrooms sat interspersed in the corners of the room now.  The water sausages and bridgeseeds flourished in their puddle.  Somewhere outside, birds were singing, and in the ruins, flowers were blooming.  Gently settling the plate beside the cactus which she had often addressed as 'Abby' as though speaking to herself when tending the garden, the half monster kneeled.
     The faint chirrup of the mountain starlings mixed with the pattering of rain on the goldenflowers and the distant roll of thunder.  It must be summer by now, she thought.  Time held no meaning in the dark, sprawling caves where monsters lived.  To someone like Asgore or Toriel, who was already timeless, the imprisonment must've felt like eternities.  She never really recovered after the argument with Tilsen, but as before, she found the will to keep going.  This was the end.
     Hours passed, with the girl just kneeling in the quiet, alone.  A three folded letter sat between her fingers, atop her thighs.  On the outside it was addressed 'From: Gardener.' and 'To: Rosebud.'  Night fell, and she watched it come, rose quietly in the dim light with the things she had brought, and left.  For two days this repeated, until at last, with a heavy sigh, she weakly set the letter against the plate, fishing a small, worn journal from her smock and adding it to the little pile of gifts.  Abigail would never return to the garden.(edited)
[12:42 PM] Sanskrit: __You called me sweetheart and kissed me tenderly, held me in the way that I've always wanted to be held, looked deeply into my eyes and were unafraid of what you saw there.  I wasn't family.  I wasn't your guardian, nor keeper.  I should have known all along that something was wrong, there is no such thing as perfect selflessness, or perfect love.  Looking back on it, I wish I hadn't broken your resolve, I'd rather have lived a lie and been happy, over what it is that I feel now.
     I did not want to put this to paper before, but maybe it will be cathartic to write.  I don't -want- to go home, back to a world where the people that -do- care are like sparse dry grasses and weeds compared to the verdant rainforests of disgusting human behavior.  I don't -want- to break the barrier and expose monsters to that again, and I don't -want- to go back to the capital.  I want to send the children home, and tend my garden.
     If we could trade places, I would in a heartbeat.  No one wants -anything- from you.  No one -expects- anything -of you-.  You are completely free to do as you please, and are above the consequences.  Every wrong you've committed was through lies, but I'm just as guilty in that regard.  Monsters, humans, none of that matters.  You are Asriel Dreemurr, but only if you want to be.  I can't stop being Abigail Winters.  My sorrows run deeper and my joys higher than anyone but Tilsen knows.
     I tried something new, with this slice, you could say I really went all out with it.  I hope it brightens your day.  We love you.  Goodbye Asriel.