feels like a year every minute (forward dated a bit)

[voidster]

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.



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[voidster]

Not sleeping. Not with his eyesocket open. He raises his head just a little, going with what seems to have been his default answer. (Because he won't mention pain, of course.)

[Tired. Just... tired.]

Even signing is difficult.

[aghostinthemachine]

"Do you need anything...? Would you like to lie down?"

Although moving him probably isn't the best idea, it's worth asking. A bed would be more comfortable. Or at least in his opinion. He wishes there was an easier way for Gaster to communicate as he definitely notices the struggle as the monster replies to him.

[voidster]

[Yes.] Yes, to the latter. He pauses for a moment. [Bed.]

It probably won't help. He'll be aching anywhere. He's gambling on it not making things worse, at least.

[aghostinthemachine]

Mettaton tries his best to gently pick up the elder monster, carry him over to his bed, and set him down without hurting him as much as possible.

Making sure he's as comfortable as he can possibly be, the glambot kneels down next to the bedside and sits in silence for a few moments.

What does he say? What can he say? He doesn't want to bother Gaster, to make him communicate when that obviously causes him pain.

So for now, he simply holds one of Gaster's hands, hoping that's enough to help, even just a little. To know someone's there for him.

[voidster]

It does hurt, and he fights not to make a sound. Wheezy pained noises are all that escape him... but it eases a few minutes after he's in bed. Not gone, just lessened.

It's been such a long time since he hurt, physically. Perhaps he has no tolerance for it.

He squeezes Mettaton's hand slightly, acknowledging he's still here, too. Not dust yet. And whispering out loud: "You kn-know. People refurn?"

[aghostinthemachine]

That's reassuring. A little. He's still worried sick.

Gaster's voice makes him a tad uneasy but he sucks it up, looking up from his spot to gaze at the elder monster.

"... Do they?"

He hadn't known that. ... It doesn't make him feel much better though.

[voidster]

"Be back soon." So quiet, but there's the confirmation. The only way he'll recover is through his own involuntary RESET. No getting better from this--the only way out is the possibility he might come back 'undead' again.

"Three days." See? Not so bad, Mettaton. Just like how he only has a body once a year or so, back home.

[aghostinthemachine]

It's different now though. The two have spent so much time together on each other's presence. Gaster is a part of his everyday life. Yes, it's only three days but... under these circumstances, it will feel longer.

"... Okay," he finally replies after a few moments of silence, resting his head on the edge of the bed. "I'll be waiting. Don't... keep me waiting too long though."

A bit of sass to try to cheer himself up.

[voidster]

True. They've been very, very lucky to have goofed around together... because that's not the normal state of things, is it?

[Yes.] he says, one of the simplest signs, just curling fingers into a fist. He won't. He's seen how soon people return, he's sure of it.

(Unless him being what he is, it doesn't apply to him, but what's the point of going there? That kind of upset would be too much to deal with right now.)