tonight, on hoarders--
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castle_perraultIt's about three days shy of being a month since one W. D. Gaster has become a real, living skeleton again. And it was wonderful at first, being light on his feet and wonderfully magical, to eat and sleep and dress up nicely.
Not so lovely now. There's a sickness in his bones... because all he is is bones. So. Time to get busy, despite the fact that it feels he could sleep for twelve hours straight, and that his arm bones may snap if he lifts something too heavy... yes, he's felt the latter several times, split-second moments where he really has wondered if he's about to break a radius or an ulna.
He has things to do. He can't let it stop him. It's only going to become worse in the days to come, because no cure is coming. His life is not worth Judgement's death. And that's why he's chosen to spend the day stocking up on whatever nonperishable foods he can find, like he's lost his mind and decided to become a hoarder himself. After all, he'll still need to eat when he's feeling less like moving, even with shortcuts to aid him.
What happens when he can no longer walk, he wonders? Someone is going to have to deal with all this, he can't keep it secret forever...
Not so lovely now. There's a sickness in his bones... because all he is is bones. So. Time to get busy, despite the fact that it feels he could sleep for twelve hours straight, and that his arm bones may snap if he lifts something too heavy... yes, he's felt the latter several times, split-second moments where he really has wondered if he's about to break a radius or an ulna.
He has things to do. He can't let it stop him. It's only going to become worse in the days to come, because no cure is coming. His life is not worth Judgement's death. And that's why he's chosen to spend the day stocking up on whatever nonperishable foods he can find, like he's lost his mind and decided to become a hoarder himself. After all, he'll still need to eat when he's feeling less like moving, even with shortcuts to aid him.
What happens when he can no longer walk, he wonders? Someone is going to have to deal with all this, he can't keep it secret forever...
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Date: 2017-09-12 05:07 am (UTC)"Some. One. Must look atter you."
His mispronunciations might be funny, if it weren't so serious.
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Date: 2017-09-12 05:12 am (UTC)"'M fine," they say automatically, slightly undermining their own point with a pathetic sniffle. "...'S not--not...bad. Right now."
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Date: 2017-09-12 09:07 am (UTC)It's probably not very comforting... it's the thought that counts? But go on and cry, he won't tattle to anyone.
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Date: 2017-09-12 10:21 am (UTC)Right now, though, it all feels stupid and selfish. Frisk doesn't shrug off the grip; instead, they bury their face deeper to muffle the little whimpers that escape.
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Date: 2017-09-12 11:02 am (UTC)He can't save them or himself. Not at all.