i've been listening to "it's raining somewhere else" for the past two hours
funny how music works sometimes. at first, it was just another track in the game's soundtrack. pleasant. melancholic. the kind of thing you might hear in an elevator, if elevators played jazz that made you feel things you couldn't quite name.
but then you sit with it. you reaaally sit with it. and you start to realize it's telling you something.
the underground is a strange place when you think about it. what they have isn't really weather– it's more like... echoes of it. mechanical approximations. magical imitations. whatever you want to call it, it's not quite real. at least, to me, it’s not.
waterfall's got its eternal drips, probably just groundwater finding paths through stone the way it always has, i dunno. and snowdin... somehow frozen in a permanent winter that can't possibly be natural. magic, maybe. or something else entirely.
either way, it's all just a stand-in. a photograph of weather, caught in time and played on repeat. unchanging. nature turned into routine.
and maybe that's the whole point.
yes, the underground’s a prison. no point pretending it isn't. but you know what else it is? it's tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after that.
you wake up, and papyrus is out there somewhere, recalibrating his puzzles. the regulars at grillby's have worn their own shapes into their seats. even those echo flowers keep whispering the same conversations, like they're stuck in a loop they're too comfortable to break. it’s consistent. reliable.
the song plays at mtt resort, right when sans brings up the surface.
and then you get it. why it's called that.
because up there.. it's raining. really raining. maybe not right here, maybe not right now, but somewhere. it's always raining somewhere. and rain... rain means things change. rain means the open sky decides to rewrite your plans. rain means sometimes everything you built just... washes away. no warning. no apology. just change.
down here though? down here you've got what you need. friends who know your worst jokes. food that never surprises you. a small purpose, perhaps, but hey– it's yours. a place where you belong, even if it's not exactly where you'd choose to be. it's limited, but at least you know the limits.
and i think that's what the song is trying to tell us. every soft note, every gentle melody– it's sans sitting there at that restaurant table, trying to warn you in the only way he knows how.
is it worth it? is it worth leaving the underground if it’s only to be greeted by nothing but rain? sometimes the cage you know is kinder than the freedom you don't.
it never truly rains in the underground. never has, never will. but somewhere else? somewhere above all this weight monsters call home?
it rains. it pours and it pours. and once you step into that rain, you can never really come back to being dry.
i wonder if flowey spent the equivalent of whole days killing and reloading. killing and reloading. just to prove to himself that he could bring people back. just to prove to himself that no one had to die again. he controlled it all. no one could die. no one was allowed to die.
i wonder if that’s why he brought frisk back, every time he killed them. they were a playmate. they reminded him of an old friend. their courage, their strength, their determination… it all felt familiar. like if he just reached hard enough, it was them. even if it wasn’t… it was. he told himself it was entertainment. that they hadn’t learned the truth. that they needed to be put in their place before they could be absorbed.
he was lying.
even as he fought them, he knew they couldn’t be gone forever. with just a thought he could bring them back. he was the one in control. and the way blood coated their corpse, the way their body slumped and turned cold when they died, it felt the same as watching the light leave chara’s eyes. and every time he brought them back to life, it felt like he was bringing chara back, too, not just some human.
flowey could bring back the dead. but he had to bring back the dead. if he brought back enough, he could almost pretend it was chara he was resurrecting. and he couldn’t just leave someone dead. because that meant losing them all over again.
the biggest flaw in undertale’s writing was how they fully expected us to believe papyrus is unpopular both in real life and on social media
i personally hold that the whole -2 followers on undernet thing is a joke on how computers often use hexadecimal, so its actually 4 and not -2.
EVEN SO! THATS UTTERLY UNBELIEVABLE THIS GUY'S SO SILLY HE'D GO VIRAL IN MERE SECONDS
but i digress, whatever, alright, let's say that yeah okay he does only have 4 followers.
we're sure sans, undyne and alphys r the first 3....
i bring you to my (far-fetched) theory,
these two are best friends. hear me out.
- flowey flatters, encourages, and praises papyrus
- this whole fucking sequence.
LOOK AT HIS FACE WHEN HE SAID IT TOOK HIM AGES TO GET BORED OF PAPYRUS IM ILLLLL
- flowey resorting to papyrus to lead u to alphys' lab. u can clearly tell flowey's feeding him lines to say 😭😭 the "HOWDY!" I CANNTTDHDJD PAPYRUS WOULD NOT SAY THAT! THEYRE SO BFFS STOP
- self-explanatory.
Human flowey/Asriel (again)
Monster frisk & Chara :3
You know what. Fuck you.
*unhallows your ween*
do you think flowey went through timelines where he collaborated with mettaton and got famous and became a big shot on tv
liking someone platonically is so embarrassing like. yeah i admire you. yeah i think about you all the time. yeah i look forward to every time i see you even if it's only for a minute. yeah it's all platonic and yeah i couldn't explain this because it'd sound romantic. fucking hell
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meme that beamed itself into my head while drawing something else