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castle_perraultOut 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.
sure~ sob I'm sorry. (one day Sans will get a squishy hug, I want to do that.)
Date: 2017-02-25 08:52 pm (UTC)[You've run into the new arrival, I take it? The one who chose to be a scientist instead of a future Royal Guard?]
you're fine, I'm just can't think of any good replies/ideas. Gaster can hug him anyway.
Date: 2017-02-25 08:58 pm (UTC)"Yeah."
He scratches the back of his head.
"It's different. Heh. But yeah. It's good to see him again, one way or another."
<3
Date: 2017-02-25 09:25 pm (UTC)[Different, yet still the same Papyrus at the core. He's always the same.]
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Date: 2017-02-25 09:49 pm (UTC)"Yeah. He always is. I'm used to it now, but... we haven't had any kind of Papyrus around in a long time."
One more time, he looks off, towards the edge.
"Like I said, I don't want him here, but..."
He doesn't finish. It goes without saying that he missed his brother anyway.
"Heh."
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Date: 2017-02-25 10:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2017-02-26 03:44 am (UTC)But they already talked about that, and it probably goes without saying. He shrugs, still looking up at the sky.
"Heh. Man, How long's it been since I've had his spaghetti?"
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Date: 2017-02-26 04:33 am (UTC)He... genuinely doesn't know. How long since he vanished, all traces of even the accident erased?
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Date: 2017-02-26 05:14 am (UTC)At the touch, Sans blinks again and looks up. First to the hand, then to the rest of Gaster. He stays quiet again for a long moment - until he smiles.
"... Thanks, Dad."
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Date: 2017-02-26 05:27 am (UTC)He's solidifying, all in a rush, proper legs and arms coming into being. Pushing it, honestly, but he can saunter off and find a bed in a moment. (As he said he would.) A few shuffles forward. Goodness knows he's uncanny looking, unnerving, upsetting, but...
[I wonder if I may...?]
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Date: 2017-02-26 03:49 pm (UTC)Oh, wait. He gets it.
"... Oh."
His grin widens.
"Heh. You know you don't have to ask, Dad."
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Date: 2017-02-26 06:14 pm (UTC)[I will keep that in mind.] he gestures, before he goes for it, a great big hug. He's mimicking the hardness of bone under clothing as best as he can, but there's still some squishiness and it definitely doesn't feel like cloth. Not quite what Sans remembers. Like they say, it's the thought that counts.
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Date: 2017-02-27 04:03 am (UTC)"... Thanks, Dad."
wrap? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Date: 2017-02-27 06:52 am (UTC)This is Sans, he is Gaster. He was this Gaster when he deaged--he's not simply another Gaster, fooled by false memories. This is perfectly right. And he should have done it sooner, because... Yes. Nice.
Three 'dads', too. He can't grin any wider. Eventually, he does let go, though.
[I'm going to go and see if eating more makes any difference. I'm sure you'll be able to find me if you need me.]
If that's that, he'll drift off, exchanging legs for a little more speed. Sans has to get used to it eventually ...