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[voidster]

Out by the edge, near sunset, someone is doing Something Very Stupid. It isn't the first time. One can only hope it will be the last.

It's not the worst thing he could be doing. He's 99% sure it won't kill him--it's only magic. He's successfully regained some skill with bone attacks and extra sets of hands, so why has this been so difficult? He misses them, even though they're really nothing more than echoes of his own personality, not creatures of their own right. He created them. He perfected them. He's proud of them.

To anyone watching, he doesn't look like he's doing anything. Standing stiff and still, hands clasped behind his back, watching the sun go down. Until something nearly as tall as he is explodes into being, floating in midair.

And then...

He starts to melt. He's overreached, he doesn't have the energy to keep his shape together. Legs sag and fuse, fingers drip like pudding, face loses all detail. Two minutes later, he's nothing more than a sad, mostly shapeless whiteblack lump of goo in the dirt. The Blaster skull nudges at him, like a huge curious nightmarish puppy.

Worth it.

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[voidster]

[They're very protective of we monsters, aren't they? Do they act the same way on the surface?]

Probably. He can't imagine the typical Frisk being any other way. Wouldn't want to. It's sweet, though they do need to take care of themself more.

[Good.]

[aghostinthemachine]

"They are," he giggles. "And they do, although the Queen is a little controlling of what they can and can't do. Sort if spoils the fun."

[voidster]

[She has good sense. I can't imagine any of us who'd be better for Frisk to live with.]

It's Toriel and he knew her, once upon a time. Still does. It's only that she doesn't know him.

[aghostinthemachine]

"That's quite true. I can't help but wonder what happened to their human family though..."

[voidster]

A pause, and a mood shift downwards. He'll allow it. His body language isn't exactly easy to read when he's mush.

[I assume they were very unpleasant humans. I wouldn't ask Frisk about it.]

[aghostinthemachine]

"You think...?" Mettaton blinks. "I assumed they were just exploring when they stumbled into Mount Ebott.

[voidster]

[I doubt they were.]

Good, responsible parents wouldn't allow a child to hike up a mountain by themselves... and then not say a word when the child comes back out of the mountain adopted by a different species.

[aghostinthemachine]

Hey, despite acting like he knows all about humans, Mettaton's pretty damn clueless. SURELY PARENTS TRUST THEIR CHILDREN ENOUGH TO LET HIM HIKE UP A MOUNTAIN?

"Oh. What if they were an orphan and their parents died when they were really young?"

That's a slightly happier(?) idea than thinking they had terrible parents.

[voidster]

[Someone should have been caring for them. I don't believe anyone kind was. Please don't ask them about it.]

No need to make Frisk uncomfortable when they will never lack for good family again, really. Perhaps he should change the subject, this is hardly cheerful.

[aghostinthemachine]

Mettaton remains silent for a moment. To think humans could actually be bad like that still baffles him.

"I'll remember not to. They have a better family now anyways."

[voidster]

(Never read human history, then. Never turn on the news. Gaster wouldn't be surprised.)

[They do. All of monsterkind.]

[aghostinthemachine]

"It will make for fun reunions."

Or at least very interesting ones, at least. Mettaton starts plotting. Gaster can more than likely see it on his face.

[voidster]

[Parties disguised as reunions?]

Some people are so predictable. His smile is droopy and sloppy and possibly a little disturbing.

[aghostinthemachine]

He purses his lips. Dammit. Caught in the act.

"... Maybe. It will at least keep things lively."

[voidster]

[Why that has to be kept secret from me, I cannot fathom.]

What's he going to do? Become a partycrasher? Haw.

[aghostinthemachine]

"You make me feel self conscious about it...!"

Which is odd. Maybe it's because Gaster's a dad.

[voidster]

[Did I?]

It's taking mental effort to keep himself a man-shaped torso on the bed... so he thins out a little more when distracted.

[I apologize, I didn't mean to. There's nothing wrong with a party. It sounds like a fine idea.]

[aghostinthemachine]

"It's quite alright. I know you're just teasing," he blushes a little and looks off to the side. "I suppose a quiet reunion would be nice too."

[voidster]

[That wouldn't be very you.]

Relax a little, he doesn't mind. It's not like it's his home that'll need cleaned up after.

[aghostinthemachine]

"No but I do enjoy my down time like anyone else."

Like right now.

He returns his gaze to the gloopy monster.

"Did you need anything? A drink? Food? A fan?"

[voidster]

[Both?] Both is good. Certainly he has the money, if not time. He could make time, one hopes.

Speaking of.

[All I need is time. Time to pull myself together.]

Haha.

[aghostinthemachine]

"Both to food, drink, and a fan?" He blinks before offering a small smile at the... cruel humor.

[voidster]

It's not cruel to make fun of yourself, is it? Goodness knows he can't do anything else about it.

[No, no--both a larger party and then a smaller reunion just for you?]

[aghostinthemachine]

It still is, in his mind.

"Oh. Mn, as tempting as that is, I think I'll stick with what I do best. Big and flashy."

A pause.

"Are you sure there's nothing I can do for you right now though?"

[voidster]

(Life hasn't exactly been kind to him, has it?)

[I'm... not sure. Sleep would, I think, as it usual does when we've overdone it with magic... if I felt like sleeping.]