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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]

Poor silly worrybot. Sleep isn't going to come. It hasn't once. Not sleep or hunger and he almost prefers it this way.

[If you have one, yes.]

Definitely beats food and a nap.

[aghostinthemachine]

He wouldn't be able to handle that, even if he has no real need to eat, himself.

"I do."

... He might have bought some for a Papyrus. Mettaton moves off the bed, rummages through his desk, and retrieves a book, then returns to his previous spot.

"It's been untouched so far. Papyrus has gotten to most of them."

Nervous smile.

[voidster]

[That's alright. I won't write in it--he'll appreciate it more than me.]

True or not, all puzzles should belong to Papyrus. He can solve them on blank paper, if he needs to.

[aghostinthemachine]

The glambot waves his hand nonchalantly. "I have like 3 copies of that book. Do whatever you like to it."

You can never have enough puzzle books.

"I'm sorry I don't have much else to entertain you with."

Asides from himself, that is.

[voidster]

[You fuss too much. I like puzzles just fine.]

Truth, and truth, and he's flipping through the book with hands less busy. It'll be alright. He has his satchel and a pencil, and this is hardly the worst day of his life.

[aghostinthemachine]

Mettaton purses his lips. He would argue but... Gaster's right. How can he not fuss though? Especially with how Gaster is right now. He may have regained some of his shape but it's evident he still isn't 100% back to normal.

"As long as you're content, I suppose."

And he'll spend the rest of his day with the elder monster until he's recovered.