this is just embarrassing

[voidster]

There’s a skeleton out in the gardens and he’s impossible to miss, kneeling there in the shredded remains of clothing.

He started the day as what people lovingly call goop. And then, while enjoying the sunshine... he was himself again for all of ten seconds before he started to grow.

And grow.

And keep on growing.

Now he’s a sight to behold, a bunch of bones the size of a house, with four eyesockets and six (five and a half, really) arms. Three ribcages. Only one pair of legs, hipbones, and a genuine tail for some reason. Not a very logical design. Who comes up with these things?

The gardens seem so very small now. He definitely won’t fit through any doors, not that the thought of crawling around on his hands and knees in there is very attractive. And he’s completely naked. At best he could use a regular sized shirt as a sock puppet, perhaps. Some monsters choose to go without clothing as it is, but... think of the children!

What’s a monster to do?

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[dustless]

They nod. [Genie, skeleton, human, almost-human, ghost, snake. Deer monster thing. Deer monster skeleton thing now.]

Puppet, whispers the back of their mind, and something hot raises in their stomach.

No, no, no, don't think about that, not that, anything else, everything else--

They dart forward, shoving through trees and. They're going to get as close as they can, see how big he really is. Why not. Good distraction.

[voidster]

Big.

His hand alone is as longer than they (or Sans) are tall.

All these people transforming, just as they did last year. Just as they did shortly before he arrived... shortly after one with his name and face attacked people. Successfully.

Everyone swore it wasn’t him. One year on, he’s still not so sure. What happened once could happen again, and he’s currently the size of a house with... With a small child crawling underneath him.

It would be a terrible time to have some sort of violent episode. Fortunately he’s already lying down, because the fear that seeps into his bones is immediately exhausting. He sighs, somehow, and twists around to look at them. He’s as flexible as a snake, looks like.

"What are y-you doing down there?" he whispers, grinning despite everything.

[dustless]

That isn't fair. Halloween did the worst things, warping what people had so it felt normal but it wasn't--in a way, maybe Frisk should be the slightest bit grateful. At least they have some control during the daylight hours, as long as they're careful...

('Should be'. Not 'are'. They absolutely still hate the castle for all of this.)

"Getting a better look." They stop a few steps from his uppermost ribs, and they ignore the urge to try to slot themselves in between a set. That'd be weird.

[voidster]

Not that weird, really. He can't say he's really stuffed that many things into his ribcage, but he has filled his own skull up for a laugh once or twice. It's just empty space.

He can't quite twist around that far, and he's afraid to move much without being able to see them that well... best err on the side of careful and assume he's heavy and able to squish small children.

Also he's poking a finger into one of his eyesockets. Excellent, he has three new ones. They need a distraction, right?

"Oh, dear." Still whispering, rehearsing the words in his head before he pronounces them. It's all garble to him. "I'm eh--a four eyed f-freak." Still grinning, joking.