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.



((Tag in for now like normal, I think I'll add top levels updating things later on though!))

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[mettaton_rex]

Because I don't need your damn pity, thinks that ugly, spiteful voice that apparently hasn't been broken into submission after all.

Because you hate me, thinks a somewhat more accurate voice. No, worse, you don't like me, and I should have known that. Because you seemed trustworthy, so I asked you for the truth and then got upset when the truth wasn't what I was hoping to hear. Because I feel humiliated, because I know I'm worthless garbage but you didn't have to say it -

- no, he's not going to dump the self-loathing inner monologue on Gaster either. Give him some credit. Some. A tiny bit.

"Because -" He inhales, lets out a sigh. All simulated, but that doesn't make it meaningless. "Because this isn't my Alphys. And - I need - to start accepting that she's gone, d-don't I?"

Not really a question. He sets the photo on the bed, carefully, hands only shaking a little. There. Now he's got to actively pick it up again, if Gaster tries to insist on him keeping it. (Why would he, though?)

"This is your memory. You ought to have it, along with the others." Okay. That's convincing, and not even untrue, and it's done now. And horrible timing, still, isn't it...? No matter how well he performs, he's still come to throw a gift back in a dying man's face.

There's only so much he can say to make that seem better, so he says it. "...I'm sorry I didn't come earlier. Do you - while I'm here, can I get you anything?"

[voidster]

[Yes, they’re mine.] he says after a moment. He’s signing with the illusionary bone hands, has been the whole time. His joints just don’t bend as easily as they should, not the real ones which aren’t made of bullet-magic. Oh, well, no one’s going to notice.

And he can still think clearly, at least. Don’t think he didn’t notice Mettaton’s hands shake.

[I can share them, if I want. You should keep it.]

Especially if he’s giving it back to punish himself, which is too damn likely. How aggravating, to use something Gaster gave him like that, as if the skeleton did it as part of some unpleasant mind game. It wasn’t meant that way.