Chara lies there like something that's had it's strings cut. Utterly motionless, save for rabbit-rapid 'breathing'. Their eyesockets are dark.
Mentally locked in their protective shell, they can't easily tell what's happening outside it by design. Reconstitution, and a withdrawal, but how far or in anticipation of what, they don't know.
A number goes up.
They don't know how long they stay like that, but 'forever' is, sadly, impossible. Eventually, fingertips twitch, curl and scrape on stone.
Lights flicker back on in their eyesockets. They are filled with h a t e.
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congrats gaster no other gasters are safe
Date: 2016-10-26 09:19 am (UTC)Mentally locked in their protective shell, they can't easily tell what's happening outside it by design. Reconstitution, and a withdrawal, but how far or in anticipation of what, they don't know.
A number goes up.
They don't know how long they stay like that, but 'forever' is, sadly, impossible. Eventually, fingertips twitch, curl and scrape on stone.
Lights flicker back on in their eyesockets. They are filled with h a t e.