Gaster is keening, having lost any semblance of recognisable form. The sounds aren't recognisable as any sort of speech at first, and even after they become words they remain little more than an anguished, frenetic babbling.
The writhing shadows flinch and shrink away when Sans collapses back and clutches at his chest. He did that it's his fault someone's hurt because of him—
"✋︎ ⌖⚐︎☠︎❄︎📬︎ ✋︎ ⌖⚐︎☠︎❄︎📬︎ ✋︎ ⌖⚐︎☠︎❄︎📬︎"
A shudder; a weak, feeble pulse of flickering green, malformed and incohesive. No, again. Green isn't his magic. He'd never had a talent for it. But it was some Gaster's, once, he has to be able to use it. Observation and replication is all it has to take when they are all no one. His next attempt only forms bullets and he lets them fall apart instantly despite the waste of magic.
Gaster coils in on himself despite the drain, making a frustrated, desperate noise. Once more.
Green pulses out in the shape of stars and music notes and score symbols.
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"✋︎💣︎ 💧︎⚐︎☼︎☼︎✡︎ ✋︎💣︎ 💧︎⚐︎☼︎☼︎✡︎ ✋︎ 👎︎✋︎👎︎☠︎❄︎ ✋︎ 👍︎✌︎☠︎❄︎ ✋︎ ⌖⚐︎☠︎❄︎📫︎"
The writhing shadows flinch and shrink away when Sans collapses back and clutches at his chest. He did that it's his fault someone's hurt because of him—
"✋︎ ⌖⚐︎☠︎❄︎📬︎ ✋︎ ⌖⚐︎☠︎❄︎📬︎ ✋︎ ⌖⚐︎☠︎❄︎📬︎"
A shudder; a weak, feeble pulse of flickering green, malformed and incohesive. No, again. Green isn't his magic. He'd never had a talent for it. But it was some Gaster's, once, he has to be able to use it. Observation and replication is all it has to take when they are all no one. His next attempt only forms bullets and he lets them fall apart instantly despite the waste of magic.
Gaster coils in on himself despite the drain, making a frustrated, desperate noise. Once more.
Green pulses out in the shape of stars and music notes and score symbols.