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W.D. Gaster ([personal profile] voidster) wrote in [community profile] castle_perrault2017-09-03 06:35 pm
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feels like a year every minute (forward dated a bit)

He'd settled in, with an extra blanket, a comfortable plush chair and plenty of canned supplies for one average height skeleton who tends not to each much. The cans remind him of the sort that floated down the Waterfall when he was young: nuts, vegetables, various fruits and other things, something he doesn't realize is baby food.

And when he was done, he simply stopped leaving the room. It feels like he's aging five years per day, which adds up even for a long-lived skeleton monster. He sits in his chair, hobbling up to eat occasionally before that was taken from him, always wrapped in a thick blanket to hide what's happening to his bones underneath. Discolored, pink-tinged twisted mess he's becoming. No one needs to see, and he can't say he wants to know himself.

And when he can no longer do that, he uses his magic hands to bring food or whatever else he needs to him. He hasn't left his room in a month...

Visitors are always welcome, of course. There are sure to be some, just as he's sure to downplay it all. People don't change overnight.



((Tag in for now like normal, I think I'll add top levels updating things later on though!))
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[personal profile] dustless 2017-09-09 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
Decent, not great, and they're scanning for what might be wrong as soon as they can see the room.

It's not cold enough for a blanket yet.

"Got more food," they say, tromping over to sling the bag onto his desk.
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[personal profile] dustless 2017-09-13 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
Absolutely.

"...How're you...feeling?" There's not one reason to dance around the subject, but they half go for it anyway.
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[personal profile] dustless 2017-09-19 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
Skeletons can sweat, though. Or something like that. Papyrus said so, Sans did it, but maybe there's something wrong with that 'cause of Judgement, or Sans only did it, or Gaster's actually not-too-bad-yet.

"Me too. Jus' tired. This time's not bad. For me." Frisk's actually taking care of their body. And there's a little bit less to worry about--although looking at Gaster resting there, that thought inspires a prickle of guilt.
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[personal profile] dustless 2017-09-19 10:32 am (UTC)(link)
They didn't do so well with that last time. Too much bad stuff happened, and it was easier to just...let it happen instead of prolonging it.

"Think it will. For me," they add again.

And then they just...watch him. Intensely, uncomfortably, like he's going to dust on the spot--for all they know, that's going to happen instead of a coughing fit that feels like death rattles.

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[personal profile] dustless 2017-09-19 11:12 am (UTC)(link)
A beat. They weren't expecting that?

"Um, yeah. Or-or I can," they add, glancing to the side awkwardly. Said he was tired.
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[personal profile] dustless 2017-09-28 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Frisk follows the hands with their eyes, faintly suspicious. Is this a good idea, or are they worrying too much?

"...Do--does magic--how does magic feel?"
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[personal profile] dustless 2017-09-28 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Frisk shakes their head quickly. They hadn't even considered that. "Um--um. No, but I wanna know that too," they add. "Is it...feeling like doing a lot of stuff with your body? Like when humans pick up stuff or walk a lot, we get tired."
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[personal profile] dustless 2017-09-28 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Gaster's not feeling well. He's sick...and they open their mouth to offer to do it again, until they really think about it.

He's...going to die anyway. And they'd hate not to be able to do anything on their own, even if it did make them worse a little faster. Being helpless is miserable, just like when they were sick before Judgement.

"Never had jus' tomato sandwiches before," is what Frisk says instead.
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[personal profile] dustless 2017-09-28 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Well! That's something they can do. Mostly. Can't toast without a toaster, and doing it over fire...never ended well the last few times they tried.

"I can get some stuff, look for a kitchen," they say, gesturing at the door.
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[personal profile] dustless 2017-09-28 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
They're fine. They think they're fine. They're better than last time.

"No such thing as too much food," Frisk says firmly, and they sign [Be right back] because they can, and then they're on their feet and out.

Not running, though they'd like to. Being better than last time doesn't mean they're healthy, and they don't want to waste more time having to sit down for ages.

They look for a kitchen.

...They look for a kitchen.

...They keep looking for a kitchen.

They find a room full of just cloves of garlic, and Frisk realizes they're now about five floors away from Gaster's room because they weren't paying attention to anything else.

They make it back eventually with a small bagful, looking wry. "Found a little." It smells pretty strongly, and they doubt the scent's going to get off them for at least a couple of days.
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[personal profile] dustless 2017-09-28 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
This doesn't surprise them. "Sorry. Um, no."

They absolutely do, actually, but their expression slips into habitual flatness. They're not going to make him when they just woke him up.
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[personal profile] dustless 2017-09-28 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
They sit heavily on the bed.

"...I can make some. You...can sleep."
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[personal profile] dustless 2017-09-29 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
They give themselves a moment of rest as well, at least.

"Go to sleep. 'Ll work on the weird garlic." They only knew it in powder form before this.
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