Gaster breathes deeply in and out. One. Two. He opens his sockets only after he has tamped down on his magic and the disquieting sensation of reflection had begun to fade. Bits and pieces of himself have fallen between the cracks in his memory, patched together as haphazardly as it is, but he is whole. His soul is fragmented, but intact.
(But suppose he wasn't, and only just was missing the smallest unnoticeable slivers of himself, the parts that had possessed all his certainty of who and what and when?)
Sans' sockets are still closed when he opens his. That, at least, leaves Gaster certain of at least one fact: this has altogether strayed all too far into the realm of the serious.
He is well within his rights to attempt to inject some levity into this conversation, damn it. Is it morbid when they're discussing his own... death, which was and wasn't a death at the same time? His smile is tight but warm as he continues, "⚐☞ 👍⚐✞☼💧☜📪 💧✋☠👍☜ ✋❄ ✋💧 ✡⚐✞ ❄☟✌❄ ✋💧 👎✋☼☜👍❄☹✡ ✌☞☞☜👍❄☜👎📪 ✡⚐✞☼ ⚐🚩✋☠✋⚐☠ ⌖⚐✞☹👎 💧✞🚩☜☼💧☜👎☜ 💣✋☠☜📬 ✋☞ ✡⚐✞ ✌☼☜📬📬📬 ☞✋☠☜📪 ⌖✋❄☟ ❄☟☜ 💣✌❄❄☜☼📪 ❄☟☜☠ ⌖☟⚐ ✌💣 ✋ ❄⚐ 💧✌✡ ✌☠✡❄☟✋☠☝ ✌👌⚐✞❄ ✋❄✍"
Gaster maintains his expression for a while longer before it falters, he looks away, and it collapses back down to a skeleton's standard set.
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isn't it, also crap i can't get off the tl;dr train
Date: 2016-10-03 08:14 am (UTC)Gaster breathes deeply in and out. One. Two. He opens his sockets only after he has tamped down on his magic and the disquieting sensation of reflection had begun to fade. Bits and pieces of himself have fallen between the cracks in his memory, patched together as haphazardly as it is, but he is whole. His soul is fragmented, but intact.
(But suppose he wasn't, and only just was missing the smallest unnoticeable slivers of himself, the parts that had possessed all his certainty of who and what and when?)
Sans' sockets are still closed when he opens his. That, at least, leaves Gaster certain of at least one fact: this has altogether strayed all too far into the realm of the serious.
"📬📬📬 ⌖☜☹☹📬 ✋☞ ✡⚐✞ ✌💧😐 💣☜📪" he says, loftily, solemnly. "✋☠ 💣✡ ✟☜☼✡📪 ✟☜☼✡ ☜💧❄☜☜💣☜👎 ⚐🚩✋☠✋⚐☠📪 ✋ 👌☜☹✋☜✟☜ ✡⚐✞ ⌖⚐✞☹👎 👌☜ ⌖☜☹☹ ✋☠ ✡⚐✞☼ ☼✋☝☟❄💧 ❄⚐ 👎☜💣✌☠👎 ✌ ☼☜☞✞☠👎📬 ✋ 👎⚐ 👌☜☹✋☜✟☜ ✡⚐✞✟☜ 👌☜☜☠ 💣✌👎☜ ✌ 💧☟✌💣 👎☜✌☹📬"
He is well within his rights to attempt to inject some levity into this conversation, damn it. Is it morbid when they're discussing his own... death, which was and wasn't a death at the same time? His smile is tight but warm as he continues, "⚐☞ 👍⚐✞☼💧☜📪 💧✋☠👍☜ ✋❄ ✋💧 ✡⚐✞ ❄☟✌❄ ✋💧 👎✋☼☜👍❄☹✡ ✌☞☞☜👍❄☜👎📪 ✡⚐✞☼ ⚐🚩✋☠✋⚐☠ ⌖⚐✞☹👎 💧✞🚩☜☼💧☜👎☜ 💣✋☠☜📬 ✋☞ ✡⚐✞ ✌☼☜📬📬📬 ☞✋☠☜📪 ⌖✋❄☟ ❄☟☜ 💣✌❄❄☜☼📪 ❄☟☜☠ ⌖☟⚐ ✌💣 ✋ ❄⚐ 💧✌✡ ✌☠✡❄☟✋☠☝ ✌👌⚐✞❄ ✋❄✍"
Gaster maintains his expression for a while longer before it falters, he looks away, and it collapses back down to a skeleton's standard set.
"📬📬📬 ✋ 💣✋💧💧☜👎 ❄☟✋💧📬"