may he live in interesting times

[voidster]

Gaster and Gaster sitting by the wall, in the hall...

One is solid, the usual skeleton-in-coat-and-sweater form. One is less so, rounded, a torso with no arms or legs. One comes with no accessories. One has a satchel that slipped off his shoulders, a golden wristwatch lying by his base. And one, the properly formed one, has pink runes where eyesockets and nasal bones and mouth should be.

The other cannot think. The world is a haze, thoughts moving at the speed of molasses, bent over and burying his face in his hands. He hasn't moved in quite some time, lacking the will to do anything, and neither has the other. Neither knows what to do, really. They must stay together, and Gaster is ignoring Gaster's signs.

One of him shouldn't exist, let alone two. It's bound to attract attention sooner or later, isn't it?

Comments

DON'T BE RESPONDING WHEN U HAVE A MIGRAINE NERD

[dustless]

"He's not destroying you. He's making you tired." It's been a long time since he's had to sleep, right? "You just need to rest a lot. You'll be okay later!"

OvO

[voidster]

Tired. Well, he is, in a way. So he can't argue with that. And not having the energy to disagree is only more evidence they may be right. Maybe?

[I hope.] He sinks in on himself a little more, and brushes their fingers with his own for a brief moment. Still feels like bone.

[dustless]

"So...I'm gonna stay," they decide, sinking into the mattress.

"But I'm gonna go get tomatoes. Later. Now you gotta rest and keep resting. You might be able to sleep, or almost-sleep."

[voidster]

If nothing else, he makes a good pillow? A slightly dirty one, that's all. It's the least he can do. He doesn't remember how to find his way into the land of sleep.

He pats at their hand again, for lack of much to say. He's so done disagreeing. [Don't worry.]