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castle_perrault2017-02-11 06:26 pm
voidster) wrote in castle_perrault2017-02-11 06:26 pm
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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.
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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Because whatever Papyrus says, skeletons are not included in the 'cute and fuzzy' group, unless they wear soft comfy jackets and stuff pillows in their shirts.
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[They're not the cutest human either, so it doesn't seem fair to exclude monsters who aren't cute either. ]
Every monster is welcome, because they are all fuzzy on the inside.
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And that was an adorable thing to say. His smile is more genuine.
[I think that's one of the nicest descriptions of monsterkind I've heard.]
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[They look shocked. Chara? Nice? Do you have the wrong kid or something? ]
Well its true!! They're all like, nice and soft!!
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He'd say adorable, but then they would think he's lying. They may anyway. Today. He can hope there comes a day when they believe what he says. His hands stop speaking and then one reaches out to touch their shoulder lightly, all his focus on keeping the thin pseudo-arm steady for a moment. Signing is one thing, reaching out that far is another. He misses being bones.
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You can call me a liar if you want. I won't mind.
[They start a little at the touch, eyes wide. Its not...bad exactly. They're just really not used to it anymore. Asriel and the rest of the dreemurrs had used to hug them, and maybe they'd slowly been beginning to realize it didn't always hurt... But they'd been adjusting to going without again. ]
Oh...um..Are you ok?
[He must need something from them now. ]
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[Let's not call each other liars at all. I'd be lying myself if I said that. And I'm fine. I'm resting.]