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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]

A screech, or a squawk--another horrible unheard noise escapes him as he tries to shout their name in alarm, only to have his voice drowned out by some unholy voidsound again. He drags his mass forward, grasping for their hand and hoping to get their thumb out of their mouth. Please. Maybe he's not too late, maybe he can scrape up some energy to heal them.

i lik the pain

[characlysmic]

[Despite their best efforts, human teeth are very blunt, and children's jaws are very weak, and I'm like 90% sure its pretty impossible to consciously bite off your own finger but by damned if Chara isn't doing their best. The unheard squawk of void does not elicit any response.

Gaster manages to get it out with a nasty little growl and a kick in the goopy knee from them. There are deep crescent shapes bite marks where their thumb meets their hand, leaking blood, but there doesn't seem to be serious damage. ]

Leggo!! [ They're nearly screeching. They try and rip their hand away in panic, eyes wide. ]

no only bread likking allowed

[voidster]

He clings tight with fingers with too much give to them, almost humanlike, the kind of fingers that have muscle and skin on them... and loses more solidity as his hand begin to glow a faint green light. He has so little energy left. The best he can do is get the wound to scab over and stop bleeding. As soon as that's done with, he releases their hand, more of a puddle now than he was a minute ago.

So.

Tired.

He won't be able to stop them biting themself again a second time. He did his best.

[Please. Don't hurt. Yourself.]

>:V spoilsport

[characlysmic]

[Gaster melts to soup around their hands with the familiar green glow of healing magic and they shudder, wild eyed. A shaky giggle of a whine slithers out from between their teeth and they wrench their hand back. ]

Sorry, sorry. You're worse now, sorry.

[voidster]

He's backed off now, though very very slowly. It's impossible to move with any kind of speed. He feels like a filthy slug.

[It's fine. I promise. Not falling down. Not dying.]

[characlysmic]

You're not fine don't lie, what happened!! What was that!!

[They clutch their hand close, squeezing it white and follow after. It's not that hard at Gasters current mobility, but they need to see this through. ]

I made it worse, I was bad, I'm sorry.

[voidster]

[You're not bad for being frightened. No need to be, though. That. Dog? My magic. Think of it like a pet.]

In the sense that it's harmless, friendly, under normal conditions and his control. Rarely did he ever use them to attack, and then only for testing purposes... After all, why would he need it? He didn't fight other monsters, unlike those who do like to 'spar'.

[characlysmic]

Dog??

[They like dogs, Dad put together a whole squad of dogs to visit the castle once. They got to play with them all day. Dogs, they don't think, are supposed to be like that. They'd never seen a dog like that. They scratch at the new scabs on their hands fretfully.]

Shouldn't be scared, should better. But it gooped you, it appeared and you dissapeared. That's not good, its not good.

[They're babbling a little, eyes unfocused in a way that suggests they're not all here right now. Chara...doesn't react to stress well.]

[voidster]

[Dogs. My son once called them puppies.]

Well, more than once. Sans was a toddler at the time, it's understandable. He stops trying to crawl away, patting the ground for a moment with a hand that squishes when touching the dirt.

[Come here. Sit.]

[characlysmic]

[Come here. Sit. Be a good child. Be quiet. Its funny how even if they can't hear the words, they quail under them, half of them wanting to rebel. They could run now, they could kick his gooey awful mass over and make a break for it and he couldn't make them do anything, but they don't want to. Because they're, worried? Concerned? They need something from him?? They stand blankly for a moment, and then shuffle over. They don't care enough to try and understand their own feelings right now. ]

Ok, but thats not a puppy. You're son is wrong.

[voidster]

[Please sit with me.] he repeats, needlessly, because they're already moving to do so. He waits until they have, then slides a little closer.

[Well, he was also three at the time... and obsessed with dogs in general.]

[characlysmic]

[They sit beside him quietly and hold their knees, eyes following his movements. ]

Dogs are cool. Your son was right about that at least.

[They roll a pebble under their fingers.]

When I was younger, I tried to get out of the window to pet a dog someone tied up outside. I dunno if I was three though. Nobody told me.

[Their childhood is a blur. Its not like they had birthdays to keep track of their age anyway.]

[voidster]

It's a wonder his signing is still legible. It's taking so much effort to keep his hands graceful and steady.

[I have never met a dog who was not also a monster. How do the surface animals compare?]

[characlysmic]

[They make a little quiet coyote with their hand, bobbing it up and down as they talk ]They're smaller, always walk on four legs, even less smart...

[They shrug. ] We didn't own one. To expensive. But I liked watching them at parks. All dogs look happy all the time.

[voidster]

[That's the same. They're very cheerful. Hard to get a dog down.]

You see? Nothing's wrong. The pair of them can simply sit here and chat about dogs and puppies. Everything is fine.

[characlysmic]

If a dog was sad, something would probably be really wrong. [They nod sagely. They've calmed down quite a bit without even noticing. Gaster is so good with kids. ]

Both monster dogs and regular dogs are cool. Are you allowed to keep monster dogs as pets??

[You know..just...asking for a friend.]

[voidster]

Even as a sludgemonster. He's relieved, himself. This will pass, he'll regain his manshape, and they will both be relatively fine.

[No. You shouldn't keep monsters as pets, not the dogs or the rabbits or the skeletons.]

Heh.

[characlysmic]

What? But thats no fair!!

[Asriel got a pet human after all. Why couldn't they get a little dog monster!! Unfair. ]

I'm going to make Asriel change that rule. Then I'll adopt all the monsters, and you wouldn't be able to stop me.

[voidster]

[Even the monsters that are not cute or fuzzy?]

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.

[characlysmic]

It would be rude to discriminate.

[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.

[voidster]

Looks don't matter much to him, thankfully, because all humans and most monsters are fairly uncute compared to a nice clean fleshless skeleton. He never claimed not to be biased towards his own subtype!

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.]

[characlysmic]

Eh? What?

[They look shocked. Chara? Nice? Do you have the wrong kid or something? ]

Well its true!! They're all like, nice and soft!!

[voidster]

[I didn't say it wasn't true. It can be both true and nice.]

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.

[characlysmic]

[They squint, trying to scan his face for signs of insincerity. Finding none is more frustrating then comforting and they huff. ]

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. ]

[voidster]

His 'arm' returns, a little unbalanced and drooping somewhat, nothing firm to support it. Annoying. What they need is a decent hug from a skeleton, not a pat from a puddle.

[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.]