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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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Probably sound like a bunch of Greek to him but still amusing. Seeing people be passionate about things they like is both satisfying and inspiring.
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...After all, he's seen Mettaton be flustered, 'heard' it in text, but never has he seen the two together with his own eyes, really. It's probably something and that something is adorable.
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Yeah. With just Papyrus, he can mostly keep his cool. With Gaster AND Papyrus though? He knows Gaster finds them adorable together and willingly adds fuel to the fire.
But Mettaton's a bit of a masochist and wants to challenge himself.
Wish him luck.
Upon seeing the older monster sit up and gain some of his shape back, Mettaton's smile widens.
"You look better."
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[Nothing is wrong with me, other than a lack of magic. I will if you will, though I don't believe any of us plan things.]
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"I know. I still worry though." A pause. "And I'll let you know. We planned on painting one of the walls in the main hall a bunch of different colors."
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And he doesn't mean himself. Silly bunch of worrywarts, however sweet it is.
...That does sound adorable. [Do you? Have you found enough paint?]
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"Like yourself?"
The glambot turns slightly to face more towards Gaster. "We haven't yet. But we're only doing one brick at a time."
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Frisk. Who else human do they have in common?
[Designs or are you sticking to solid colors?]
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"Ah, yes. They have a big heart, don't they? And we're just going to randomize it. Some solid colors, some designs. I'm looking forward to it."
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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.]
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It's Toriel and he knew her, once upon a time. Still does. It's only that she doesn't know him.
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[I assume they were very unpleasant humans. I wouldn't ask Frisk about it.]
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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.
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"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.
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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.
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"I'll remember not to. They have a better family now anyways."
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[They do. All of monsterkind.]
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Or at least very interesting ones, at least. Mettaton starts plotting. Gaster can more than likely see it on his face.
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Some people are so predictable. His smile is droopy and sloppy and possibly a little disturbing.
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"... Maybe. It will at least keep things lively."
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What's he going to do? Become a partycrasher? Haw.
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Which is odd. Maybe it's because Gaster's a dad.
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