Not by my choice, though, honestly, if questions were to start flooding in today I would be up and already working on some brand new upgrades and typing like the wind. A part of me still wishes for it to happen, but a larger part knows it won’t. So, from here on out, I’ll probably just posting things just for me. The story has gone on much further from the last post. In fact I have a whopping 4 new characters around. And well. Other things.
So yeah, pretty much. If you wish to contact me: go here
Hey everyone, I’m not looking to make too much of a stink over this so I’m going to make it quick. I’m know posts here have already been spotty at best and the problem unfortunately only seems to be getting worse so I have decided to officially call a mini hiatus. I just need to rethink my reasons for starting this and reasoning to continue it. Restructure the story and format to something that makes a little more sense and just generally regroup with my boys.
Don’t know how long it’ll be and I do thank you with all my heart for those of you who have put in asks. It’s literally thanks to your that this whole thing is still limping along. Hope to bring you guys newer, better content soon!
eheh... heh-- y-yeah. yeah they’re ALL the good boys. the best boys. um-- *sniff* he uh-- i never like-- gave him a proper name never like-- said it aloud i mean. i was always kinda scared that- well uh. it. it doesn’t matter. i always called ‘im dumb crap that Grillz would probably slap me for sayin b-but... Rook... Rook was kinda what i called him in my head... y-yeah... no matter what he was.. he was always the bestest boy, i-i mean, next to Fuckface, they really coulda been brothers. he always kept me company even when things were shit, like a best friend, y-y’know...?
he always LOOKED so big and scary and i mean- guess he was- a real serious kinda guy but he was actually real gentle. he could blast the shit outta ya up down left right and sideways but he only gave the most gentle of boops, y’know? like- like when they kinda nuzzle ya to get your attention. haha, yeah, yeah, gosh..... a-and what he looked like? um well he’s, uh, he’s got this-- here here lemme draw him-- he’s always had these like great big like- saber-tooth tiger fangs, and these horns? yeah, yeah and they curved right back around and kinda like, twisted out. and his now kinda looked like- heh- y-y’know like those cartoon drawings of demons? that spike sorta thing on their tails? his nose looked like that, man i always thought that was the COOLEST-heh...
... of course. it probably isn’t there anymore. huh?
m-my nose is fine but- but his? his- h-horns too- he’s prolly only got one now. he was-- so proud of those horns too--- h-haha... hahaha n-not like it matters though, does it? not like i can summon him now anyway- hahah--
...i won’t ever see him again-- m-my little buddy.... stuck... alone... with Boss...
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...
FUCK.
*Floof: welp. that was my daily dose of angst. Red kinda--- damn near flipped the table and stormed off. He feels--- EXTRAORDINARILY guilty for what’s happened to Rook. It just- wasn’t something he was thinking of at the time well- y’know. And now without any magic he can’t even apologize. Or even see him. So he’s just not having a good time.
*Floof: Red really needs a dog in his life.
*Floof: AHEM. Anyway I do apologize for that absence and the general-- tone of everything here. Things haven’t really been... All that great. In real life and with all the boys as a whole. I’ll just say- if Red’s too upset to even pull a prank on April Fool’s you know there’s something wrong.
*Floof: We’re continuing to work on it though, and hopefully these answers will start picking up again. Thank you guys for putting asks in the meantime- it really means a lot and literally is the only reason this blog is still limping along. So thank you.
---ah. crap. Red? Are you going to be alright to do this one? mmmmm---- yup. a’ight. ‘m good. just kinda wish Dings could answer this one. he’d make it all science-y and cool. Well- I can try to go ge- no- no no. he’s got too much on his plate right now, i got this.
AHEM. a’ight. blasters.
so, take what i say with a grain of salt cuz- truth be told i may know a lot ‘bout myself- sure- but this is gettin’ into like- skeleton history shit. as far as i know, though? we can really only have ONE blaster- hold your horses before you start jumping to conclusions. so- right- when a monster baby is born, it takes magic, right? like a pretty decent amount of magic. so when that baby pops out there’s some of that magic leftover. for skeletons cuz, since we’re pretty much ONLY magic there’s A LOT leftover. i can’t really tell you the how or why- maybe the universe just needs to do somethin’ with the magic, maybe it’s hardwired into our code- dunno. but. the second we’re born. poof. a blaster pops into existence. here’s the cool thing, though. they’re connected directly to us. maybe we can’t speak back and forth, but they hear and understand us. they develop their own personalities usually at least kinda like ours (i mean depending on how you treat it)-- they’re BASICALLY like. spirit animals. only. bone and magic? ahah that was kind of bad. uh. analogy.
heh. ah i should say, the blasters got the same color of magic we do. and uh-- they’re kinda-- impacted. by what happens to us. like. Gaster’s? two cracks over his eyes, prolly--- aaahaha well- y’know- different story different time. ‘m sure mine’s missing half his skull now too.... hope he ain’t too mad at me...
AHEM.
right uh- but that doesn’t mean we can only summon ONE blaster. i think Gaster explained this once? at least to me. a’ight so. our blasters can’t ALWAYS be with us, right? that would take too much magic. so they- and this is just a guess cuz we’ve never been there ourselves- have this own like... teeny tiny pocket dimension. kinda like the void but yknow. actually okay. so for each skeleton family (don’t ask me how many their used to be or what happens with marriage cuz WHOOF not a fuckin clue, man) we kinda have this shared pocket dimension. so like your great great great grandpa’s blaster could be in there (yeah they outlive us, but they don’t live forever) so when you cast your spell, if you got enough magic, theoretically you can just pull EVERYONE’S blaster to help fight. here’s the problem, though. remember i mentioned personalities? well, heh. yeah if you don’t know the other blasters well enough they can give you LOADS of troubles. some don’t wanna be bothered and just--- don’t. some attack EVERYTHING. some will straight up give you the finger. heh, fun fact. Magnus, or, Gaster’s blaster, the lil tyke is so ditzy he pretty much has to call on Tim most of the time. who was his brother’s. Gaster tries so hard to make the little guy listen but, heh, he just doesn’t get it. one day he’ll understand.
anyway, so. i should probably mention- blasters have HP, too. so they can take a few hits in battle. and yeah, i think they can die but, c’mon man. that’s a shitty thought. usually they either run away or you can send them back yourself before they take that hit. i think there’s only been a few cases where a blaster’s sacrificed itself to save it’s master but--- *sniff* fuck man.... shit’s way too sad to think about....
*Floof: wHOOF. a’ight so let me tell you. Red’s kinda got a different relationship with his blaster then most. A lot of skeletons kind of just, see them as tools or weapons. Some straight up hate them. But Red? Ohmygod. To Red all blasters are the best boys that deserve all the treats and love and walks- they are basically great big dogs to him and he LOVES THEM ALL. It absolutely breaks his heart to see a blaster be estranged from their skeleton and even worse be harmed by their skeleton. (Even Boss has learned to be kind to his thanks to Red) So at the end there- that thought was like the Marley & Me, Where The Red Fern Grows, fuckin- Hachi- type story for him.
*Floof: I will say if this didn’t make sense or if you just generally want to know more of the actual science side, ask Gaster.
*Floof: Another one of these to fill in the time. And hey, I’ll even give you guys a hint. This is right before what the boys have dubbed ‘The Night of the Five Wolves’ so take that as you will.
The skeleton sat atop the snow wall, perched and squinting at the flat snow in front of him. Normally, without the fire, the moonlight glittering off the stark white canvas would’ve been enough to see. And it was precisely that. A wide, blank canvas all around them. It’s why they chose this spot. Nothing could sneak up on them and, more importantly, nothing could mistake the bright orange flames behind him. It was much harder to maintain without Grillby willfully controlling it-- but unfortunately they came to realize the blue flames brought about more curiosity than outright fear. It couldn’t defend them well- not well enough to protect the weak little coughs and sniffles piled underneath the pelts.
“Hey-“ The voice came out hoarse and quiet. Red turned around slowly- their little camp was quite impressive, really. For literally dropping on the spot.The two of them had dug several feet deep into the snow in a large circle, large enough for their packs, a fire, and the stack of furs and their sleeping bags that could be generously called a bed. They piled a majority of the snow up into a large lean-to opposite the side of the birch clearing behind them- or rather- where they figured the most of the wind would be coming from. Red would’ve much preferred a small den carved from the snow- at least large enough to sleep in.... But there was no point. Had they been able to continue for just 10 more minutes- maybe 20- they would’ve been sleeping in warm beds. Underneath a roof. Right beside the fireplace. Red’s eyes flicked over to the small figure- curled up and shivering underneath the pelts. It was difficult to recall a single moment Gaster wasn’t sick... Honestly at this point he couldn’t tell if his original illness simply never had a chance to heal, if his body continuously found new ways to rebel against him... Or if he had always been this frail and he just... Never noticed. Nevertheless- Red could still hear the sound of crunching snow from the moment Gaster dropped. It was far too risky to move him far. Even if they left their packs behind there was no doubt in Red’s mind it would be death of all three of them if they ran into trouble. Considering they were still deep in wolf country--
“Red.” Grillby called out again- snapping the skeleton back to reality. Red spun back around- scanning the blank canvas once more- before scurrying up to him. Staring at the elemental expectantly. “Relax. We are safe here.” Red simply looked out across the snow once more. A single motion that seemed to serve well enough as a response. Grillby let out a soft sigh and reached out to the skeleton, despite the fact he damn near snapped at his hand, the old man was utterly undeterred from placing it gently on his skull. “I will take first watch- you sleep.” Red paused for but a moment but gave a quick shake of his head and looked out again. "Red. No.” This time the words brought a low growl. The skeleton immediately turned to dig into the nearest pack and pulled out a single can of peaches. Dropping it on the elemental’s lap. Gaster’s last can of food. They were all on their last can of food. Yet the realization still managed to pull a low hiss from the elemental as he understood precisely what it was Red was saying.
“No. No, Red. That is against the rules. You KNOW that.” The skeleton simply responded in a low growl and a glance towards the pile of furs. “NO damnit. We are so close-” Red huffed and this only seemed to spur on the elemental’s panic. His flames letting out a loud pop. “When we GET there I will go WITH you-” This time Red let out a LOUD snarl- lunging forward- his hand pressing into the elemental’s chest and pushing him back in the snow. Although Grillby couldn’t fault Red for his concern he still couldn’t allow this to come to pass, either. “We’ll get him there. Get him stable enough to last a few hours, Red. But PLEASE---- Stay.” Red’s growl damn near sounded like ‘that’s not good enough’ and Grillby sighed. Growing acutely aware of the weak thing squirming underneath the pelts he dropped his voice lower so not to disturb him. “What if you die out there?” This time it was Red’s expression that answered for him. It was pained and clear. ‘What if we both die out there?’ Leaving Gaster- weak and viable to starve within a fortnight.... Alone. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind Red had the exact same mental image and Grillby could only grit his teeth in an attempt to keep in a frustrated growl of his own. “....Can you wait? At least until morning?” A soft sigh came from the skeleton as he looked over. Gaster would fight like the devil to stop him. Hell, he may even be delirious enough to think he could actually go with him. “Red I--” The skeleton cut him off by gently nuzzling into the side of his neck. Grillby couldn’t hold in a saddened whimper as he wrapped his arms around the small thing. Holding him tightly in the vague hopes he could actually feel the other underneath the layers of clothes and furs. As if trying to remind himself there was an actual skeleton underneath it all... Yet it didn’t bring him any comfort.
“Please... Take the rifle.” Grillby knew full well that wasn’t Red’s ‘style’ but he silently prayed for the chance maybe- just maybe Red wouldn’t have to get in close. To his surprise, after a moment, he felt the other nod ever so slightly. “Thank you...” The elemental breathed out, giving him a gentle squeeze before letting him go. As Red pulled back, he gave the other a light nuzzle on the cheek which was returned in kind with a peck. “Please.... Be safe...” Grillby whimpered and yet... The most Red could offer was a short whine and another nuzzle before forcing himself back to begin preparing. He felt a distinct sense of guilt for dumping a majority of his gear for the other two to carry... He could only hope to return the favor by bringing back double the weight in meat. That in mind- even as Grillby pulled just about every trick in the book to force him to accept extra food- Red refused all but a day’s worth. Slinging the rifle over his shoulder and trying to ignore the distinct feeling of unease leaving his bedroll behind- Red turned to leave. There was a split second of panic as a soft tug on the bottom of his pants stopped him mid-step. He damn near tore it away, too, when he realized it was a weak, ivory hand that had caught him. Red crouched down and could see the faintest hint of a dull, white eyelight staring back at him from underneath the furs. Red could hear a faint wheeze, something that intended to be a word but didn’t quite seem to make it. Crouching down, Red nuzzled into the furs- pressing against the bones underneath much like a dog trying to wake it’s owner.
“...Stay...” The word came out quiet- almost inaudible and weak. The hand tried to move, to grab at whatever it could. Red had to fight back a sigh as he carefully reached out to nuzzle the hand. He raised his head, making certain the other was able to see his face and gave the best comforting smile he could possibly muster. Hoping that would be enough to assure yes he would be fine-- but just as he turned to leave he was stopped yet again. “Please...” The skeleton looked up at the sky- there were still several hours before the moon hit it’s peak. A full moon could almost light the wastes just as well as the sun could and with these clear skies- now was the perfect time. The hand tugged as sharply as it could on his sleeve. Demanding his attention. “🏱︎●︎♏︎♋︎⬧︎♏︎...” Red took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, he couldn’t. Not the whole night. Every minute passed was less food in their mouths, less energy to keep moving-- There wasn’t any time to waste-- the thought almost... Startled him in a way. Like a slap to the face he didn’t even realize it genuinely hurt. No. No it wasn’t a waste but--- Red winced and glanced over across the camp. Over towards Grillby and catching the soft smile on the elemental’s face and a nod of reassurance. Looking back down at Gaster-- this simply wasn’t a battle he could fight on two fronts. Red slumped down in the furs, was it possible to feel both defeated and complacent at the same time? It didn’t matter, he supposed, even if he couldn’t afford to crawl into the warmth of the furs- he could at least enjoy the warmth above. There were several moments of silence- feeling unsure of himself. Of what it was exactly that the other was expecting right then.... It was absolutely stupid, wasn’t it. Worrying about social norms and manners in a hell hole like this- but in the end it was Gaster who made the choice for him. The way he reached out, grabbing his arm and holding it like some sort of talisman... Red winced a little. It took several tries, his unused vocal cords straining as he tried several time to form words but it wasn’t until he had a coughing fit that they seemed to be able to move again.
“i-” He breathed out, quietly, carefully. “i’ll stay.... right here... until you fall asleep...” Red sighed softly, trying to choke down the jabbing feeling in his throat. He... Smiled slightly as Gaster wriggled in the sleeping bag, trying his hardest to curl up beside him in the awkward way he could.. It was only-- slightly effective at least- nevertheless- it was endearing, anyway. Glancing over at Grillby- letting out a questions in the form of a low whine. This was dooming the elemental to a sleepless night on guard duty- at the very least he should be here for the few hours it would take Gaster to settle down again. At least get some sleep... But all he received was a simple laugh from the old man. Of course, of course he wouldn’t care... With another sigh, Red’s skull slumped onto the other’s shoulder. “ ‘m right here, bud.... get some sleep....”
heheh oh hell yeah! what a throwback, man. hail the kale. H-huh? heh, don’t worry ‘bout it, Grillz. kinda before your time. still don’t got a fuckin’ clue what theyre talkin about but hey, they got the spirit.
uhhh..... guess the real question is if the computer can even figure out what the hell an owo is, heh. who knows what kinda abomination that’d make so let’s uh- let’s avoid that, ey?
Ah but hugs and brownies are ALWAYS appreciated, haha. well, duh, always.
*Floof: Red pm:
*Floof: heh. uh anyway sorry this was so short. never once turned down an ask, not gunna start now... even if Im not entirely sure how to respond to it. Also. A lot of shit happened and right now Gaster’s unable to answer his question, so this is what ya got.
*Floof: p.s. still haven’t forgotten about these ones. they just-- take a super long time to write. working on one now, hopefully it’ll be out tomorrow but yeah. haven’t forgotten them.
Alright, Red. I know you’re there. Come on out. y-ya ain’t pissed? It’s about time your shenanigans caught up with you-- But I think you’ve punished yourself quite enough. aahahaha you don’t got secret rolled up newspapers hidden there do ya? They aren’t all that effective when you eat them, Red. ...heh... true. a’ight. what’s the question?
Daily chores. Which one you find to be a pain in the rear. uhhhh--- like all of them? You don’t seem to mind doing the dishes very much. well- yeah- cuz i get to eat. plus i don’t want you doin’ em. Aw- my hero~ ...hm.... well you seem to really dislike doing laundry. eh...? ‘s okay. just gotta get started, y’know? couldn’t really repair anything though- can’t stand that sewing shit. Well thankfully, that doesn’t have to be a daily chore anymore. true--- uhhhh..... geez back then we had so much we had to do- now it doesn’t feel like we got shit. uhh.....
a’ight a bit of an unorthodox answer. gettin’ started.
any chore ain’t so bad, it’s just getting started that’s hard. that’s what i hate most i think. how’s about you Grillz? Hmmm.... You know I’m not one to complain. nah, ya ain’t. the question still stands though. Umm.... Is it alright to say NOT doing a chore bothers me? pffff- maybe. what chore would that be? I never get the opportunity to take the kids to school. aww.... goddamnit. ‘s cuz you never take a day off work, man. Well that is because there’s no one else to open the restaurant! cuz ya don’t hire anyone!! It just wouldn’t be the same unless it was one of you boys- and Fuku isn’t old enough yet. sorry, man, i gotta work too. i cant imagine Gaster doin’ that on his own either. Poor thing... question still stands, Grillz. Hmm...
Well, it’s already been mentioned but-- dishes I suppose.... With gloves I can manage, sure, and with you boys it’s only on very rare occasion I even have to... But I still feel incredibly uneasy when I have to. ‘s fair, Grillz. maybe we can go out- buy more dishes so ya can just let ‘em sit until one of us can get it. Haha, you’re sweet, Red. But no. You two can’t rescue me EVERY time. just ya sit and watch me, G. Haha, we’ll see.
.... What do you think Gaster’s is? *sigh* .... i know what it is.... i just hope it gets easier for him. Oh..? What do you think it is? Grillz- I really don’t--- a’ight... a’ight. honestly i think it’s just-- gettin up in the morning. think it’s why he always tries to stay up all the time. either up and kickin’ or down for the count. Really...? yeah. sometimes he’s still in bed when you come home. he didn’t just decide to take another nap. ...Well.... He’s welcome to get all the rest he needs. Perhaps I should start making him bagged lunches then, just in case. heh. you’re far too sweet for us, Grillz. And just how could I live with myself if I didn’t treat you boys with the love and respect you deserve?
there ya are. with the cheese again. Oh goodness- are you still hungry? pffffff--- oh c’mon Grillz. ya know that was a joke, right? Oh I know~
*Floof: Kinda interesting how Red and Gaster’s are almost the same, but the context makes it completely different.... Well. Almost.
*You hear the faint sounds of Red screeching from down the street.
Hehe, you know. I was honestly considering giving him a good, stern talking to about all of this. But I have to admit- this is far more entertaining. He almost punishes himself the way he freaks out so bad. Leaving him to his own imagination for a couple hours should suffice well enough... Well. AFTER he fixes our door, haha.
Anyway, to answer the other question. It is a bit difficult to know what exactly you are referring to. If you meant Event 0- yes there are plenty of us who have been ripped from our home that we have met.
If you meant the Wastes....
There is something I would like you to understand, Anon. The Wasteland.. It didn’t go anywhere. I can’t tell you how many times we walked into a loop. Can’t tell you how many ‘secret entrances’ from one place to another we believed would finally be our escape. There were... A few incidents. A few.... Strange occurrences.... Food or- something we grabbed earlier, reappearing after a long time. A few times an entrance would just- open up but it... Always... Lead someplace worse. But no. No- our stores were never touched. Notes only left by the long since passed. The only living souls we met were rabbits, deer, wolves, bears... Occasionally moose but-- *sigh*... We still looked, though. There and back again but- the Embassy never recorded any other similar accounts. Not even those who search and find other universes heard of it- not even CORE!Frisk could find it. Never heard of such a thing.... And.... One last thing...
The Wastes are dying.
I can’t.... Really go into it, Gaster would be the one to ask but-- It won’t be much longer before everything in that world has been frozen over. So no I-- ... We never found anyone else and I don’t suspect we ever will.
AHEM. Right. Your other question. No, we haven’t met anyone who’s read our blog, not technically speaking... Well. Kind of. We always receive your gifts when you send them, and I believe Gaster somehow... Enchanted this computer or...Something actually I don’t rightly know, haha, all I know is when you send hugs or- literally roll in- haha-- it’s uhm, kind of like a ghost? We can see, hear and feel. But after a few seconds- poof- gone. So. Yes and no. Beyond that, I know Fuku has shown a few of our posts to her friends at school but what they think of us? I don’t have a clue. Really we don’t even know if we’re doing a good job of this- we just keep hoping someday well..... I’m not certain, really. I suppose all that really matters is saving our stories. Just in case... Just in case, really.
*Floof: Honestly that statement couldn’t be more true. Not even I really know if I’m doing a good job at this whole thing. Can’t tell if the few of you keeping this thing going are just doing this as a favor to me- but I really owe you guys one.
*Floof: But yeah, no one here really actually knows if we’re even doing a good job, but after 400 posts (welcome to number 400 actually 🎉) -- Yeah, I’m starting to get the hint at this point *sigh*
wait wait wait--- fuckin what? cat and milk sure but a whale? - what the--
wait.
... no... it couldn’t have been....
....what have i done..
welp.
a’ight. time to pack my bags. cuz the moment Grillz sees this imma be murdered and thrown into a ditch. hahahaha as Porky pig would say-hahahaha
T-t-t-that’s all folks!
What would I kill you for, Red?
AW FUC-
*Floof: Red straight up LEFT. AND NOT ONLY DID HE BOOK IT. He fuckin kicked the door off the hinges and booked it out of the house. Wish you guys coulda heard how loud he hit the table too. So, congratulations. heh.
aaannddd i’m back. face washed ‘n everything. anyway.
heh. well of fuckin’ course there are, man. like- the Grillby from my universe? purple. shoulda been green for how often that fucker got jealous, whoof. anyway, i’ve heard Swap!Grillz is more of a yellow. shit, i think i’ve even heard of a pink one runnin’ around. oh, oh and Outertale Grillz-- well, haven’t seen ‘im myself. but i keep hearing he’s this bluish black with specks- like a fuckin galaxy. sounds fuckin’ dope, right?
but i mean. ‘f course. my Grillz my favorite Grillby suck on that you purple asswipe. no other color suits ‘im quite like the blue does.
oh, but uh, ya ain’t wrong. most of ‘em are orange. pretty universal for them. oh and if you meant like, colors of fire elementals in general- we’ve covered that already. but yeah. blue’s pretty unique. but he was actually pretty well known for the scar over his eye back in the day. i mean. heh. hard to tell now. considerin--- everything. but. y’know. yeah so. hope that answered your question.
*Floof: hmm.. these keep getting shorter. also, to the anon who took Red’s advice- we’ll answer that soon. Red just wasn’t really feeling the funny-man mood today. Tomorrow though, probably, tomorrow.
sorry for dissappearin’ like that. good ol’ Saint Pat’s day kinda snuck up on us. Grillz was some sorta fuckin’ speed demon- dunno how he got all that cookin’ done. oh. shit before i get too into it.
Happy St. Pattie’s to you, guys.
or, late St. Pat’s honestly. guess it’s the day after. oh yeah, before you ask, i couldn’t find any green clothes so- figured i’d just do my face up. looks pretty sweet huh? at least i hope it does. was kinda half-drunk when i did it. i’ll wash it off after this one unless there’s some high demand to keep it or some shit.
anyways. yeah it was pretty fun, we had the WHOLE shebang i mean. corned beef, potatoes, lamb stew, beer cheese and pretzels, oh yeah it was good. hell Grillz even cooked our corn in bacon grease. BACON GREASE. man’s a genius. we put on all sortsa loud music, stereo full blast. and heh oh yes, Grillby even broke out the kilt. well HIS kilt, after last year i was kinda banned from wearin’ it- heh.
so... yeah. it was pretty lit. had Skate and Fuku on over, still over actually. literally everyone’s still asleep except me... and Gaster, i think. i actually couldn’t find him this morning.... anyways yeah. it was fun. and it was actually Grillby who got HAMMERED first. he broke out the old stuff- i mean the REAL old stuff. from-his-war-days-almost-a-century-old stuff and whOO boy was he in a mood. whooping, cheering, dancing, singing all over the place. hell, heh, i sassed him so he straight up tackled me hahah it was a great fuckin time. oh he challenged us to a duel with a rolling pin and even tried to pitch a tent in the yard. but it wasnt no camping tent, no no it was like this OLD ASS canvas one, yknow with pelts and furs and shit as a bed? i really didn’t wanna stop him, not gunna lie. Gaster was pretty drunk too but i didn’t think he had such a good time, he was mainly just- laying down wherever he could. but at least there were a few times Grillz got his ass up and movin. i kinda got drunk too, but not so much i couldn’t do nothin’. well, then again, i can handle my drink pretty well. either way Fuku needed at least SOME help runnin’ damage control on the old man. oh and the boys got to say hi but Asgore wanted to celebrate with ‘em so, they weren’t here.
by the end of the night Grillz was passed the fuck out behind the couch and Gaster was passed out under the table so Fuku, Skate ‘n I decided to watch a movie or two. yknow, we really gotta make her up a room, it was kinda a pain in the ass gettin them settled in her old man’s room (mine was way too fuckin dirty and, well yeah.) the three of us just took up the couch and i watched some shit, made a few calls, yknow. so. yup. one hellofatime, i’m tired as fuck still. should prolly go make breakfast or somethin’. i see a few hangovers on the horizon. heh.
So... If I was someone who didn’t exist.... And someone else was really just-- watching me this whole time...? Hmm....
Like a guardian angel!
ohmyfuckinggod Grillby. Haha, what? they’re trying to give you an existential crisis and your first thought was ‘a guardian angel’, really man? Well- how was I supposed to take this? They didn’t say this being had a direct impact on me, it must be incredibly lonely. Watching but not being able to interact.... So I can only hope that they find enjoyment in watching us and hope they know they are welcome over for tea at any time. ... ohmygod. What!? you are truly too pure for this world Grillz. Oh well I quite beg to differ. uh-huh. so what would you say to this all-powerful being if you learned they controlled anything and everything that happened in our lives? even all the really horrible things? Oh, hmm..... Well... Despite everything.... I would thank them. you gotta be shitting me. WHY? Because they brought both of you to me.
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OUT!
W-wha-- why? BECAUSE BEING THAT FUCKING CUTE IS STRAIGHT UP ILLEGAL, MAN! THE COPS ARE GUNNA BE AFTER YOUR ASS NOW! Well to be honest I’m pretty sure there’s only one being in existence that holds any interest towards my derriere. PFFFFFFFFFF goddamnit. get outta here, old man. Aw, have I annoyed you? pffff nah not actually but all this fuckin cheese is making me hungry. Oh goodness, would you like me to make you something? actually, that’d be pretty dope. thanks. Not a problem! I’ll be right back!
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i’m watching you, asshole.
can you give us a break for like, 5 fucking seconds oh magical all powerful being? 5. literally. just 5. fucking. thanks.
*Floof: In reality. I actually don’t really have that much power over them. Grillby’s not as innocent as he lets on. Red knows too much. And Gaster’s already being watched by something else.
*Floof: Funny how things work out like that.
*Floof: Oh but Red’s last message there was straight to me, not you guys, don’t worry about it. We’re totally on good terms right now. Mhmm. Yup.
Well.. As fate would have it- it seems I am the one answering this question. Ironic, really, since I was pretty much the homemaker, haha... Didn’t really... Get out much. Still. You would be surprised, honestly, with just how routine it actually was. Although it all depended on a lot of things... Well. Alright, I’m getting myself a little mixed up here, let’s start from the beginning, shall we?
It took Red and I a while to establish a routine, really. There were some... Very difficult lessons we needed to learn. Several unbreakable rules we had to establish. I won’t list them all, but the most important ones are---
1. Never. EVER. Go alone.
2. Always eat the worst foods first. Things that will go bad or you do not like, You’ll be amazed what you can survive through when know you’ll get peaches on Friday. Oh, and always have at least 1 can in case of emergency.
3. Never head out after midday. Similarly, never ever head out when you can’t see clearly.
4. Always wear your bullet. Technically it’s called a ‘round’ but I’m sure that would confuse some of you. Either way, there’s a.. Story behind why we do it but, each of us has a round wrapped around a cord. We are forbidden to take it off under any circumstances.
5. Be honest. About an injury. About your rations. Anything and everything- be honest.
The first one was perhaps the most difficult to learn. For all of us. Although it was especially difficult when it was only Red and I and it seemed every. Single. Time we broke that rule we paid dearly for it.... And yet we continued to break it on a regular basis. *sigh* Nevertheless, now you know the rules I can explain our routines.
If we had enough food and materials for the next few days, and a roof above our head, it was rather quite... Bland, I suppose. I would almost always stay inside. Mending clothes, repairing our equipment, sharpening blades, you’d be amazed how quickly those things can be damaged... And how long it takes to repair them. So that would be my day, honestly. If it wasn’t that, it was drying out the boy’s clothes, keeping the fire going for when they return, cooking their meals, tending their wounds- that sort of thing. Not that I ever minded, of course. I was just grateful to put smiles on their faces. Often times I hardly noticed the passing of time... But on those few, rare occasions I had free time, I had collected several books about the local area. Primarily medicinal plants and herbs- it was the only reason I learned about Rose Hips, Old Man’s Beard and Reiishi mushrooms, honestly. It kept Red and I going, sure. But Gaster understood them so well we hardly ever had to rely on actual medications. On that note- despite all my years of sewing, it was actually Gaster who taught me a lot of the tricks and tips I use now. Anyway, it’s hard to tell what the other two did on those peaceful days. Gaster mainly just wrote in his notebook and worked on his... Contraptions. He tried to learn absolutely everything he could about that place. Maps, records, logs, he was trying so hard to get us home. It consumed him, really... And, on the days I could get him to stop- all he would do is sleep. Red, however was quite the opposite. He could never sit still on those days. He was constantly outside. Scavenging anything in the area. Bringing back firewood. Checking his traps. I know it sounds a bit of a contradiction to our first rule, and truth be told I think he did broke it quite often. But so long as he checked in at every possible chance and we knew EXACTLY where he was going to be- it was allowed... However-- even that came with consequences....
.... But those were the days we had everything we needed and those were far and few between, of course. It all depended on what was needed but with Gaster around my expedition days were pretty much over. Unless someone was injured or sick, of course... But those days were probably the worst for me all the same. Red and Gaster dropped everything but the necessities and wouldn’t return often times for several days. Never once was I sure they would return, either. I did what I could then, but it always came down to collecting as much food for myself as I could so I wouldn’t eat into their stores... And prepare the medical equipment. It was almost every single time they would walk through that door they would be beaten and bloody....
But. Unfortunately. If you would like to know their routine for expeditions, you would have to ask them. When it was just Red and I, well, it wasn’t much different from moving days.
Which is the next thing, really, and it was the same for all of us. We only declared moving days when we were truly down to the wire. Everything in the area was scavenged, no way to hunt, basically- when we’re running low on supplies and there is no where else to get them. Which always happened eventually.. But it was something we pushed off for as long as we could. It was nerve wracking, really. When we got down to 5 days worth of food- that’s when we would start packing. Put on the best clothes we had, only kept the best equipment and the materials that we couldn’t find elsewhere. When traveling in the Wastes- weight was the true enemy. The heavier your pack, the slower you walked. Slower you ran. Less room you had for the important things like food and water.... But it was hard to leave anything behind. Even when we told ourselves ‘we’ll be back’- it was hard. In any case- it was a matter of sorting out the absolute necessities. And then waiting... We ALL had to get sleep the night before, no shifts and wake up at the crack of dawn. Ironically it wasn’t the time that was the issue. It was the COLD. It could cut through any amount of clothing you had and the wind? Aye, dawn was always the worst... Even then, if it was the teeniest bit foggy or cloudy- we had to call our plans off entirely. Rethink everything. We were delayed for an entire week once and even then we were forced out into a blizzard by sheer desperation... Even that wasn’t the worst.
The worst was uncertainty. Granted, some areas like the lake and the town on the coast we knew rather quite well. We could plot a destination and go there, push the boundaries a little even.... But every time you step out that door. You didn’t know where you’d be sleeping that night. Didn’t know where your next meal was coming from. Its right terrifying, that feeling is. Still- we had no choice. We ventured out. Red would sniff out anything in the area. I would hold our perimeter with the rifle and Gaster would navigate. We would either reach our destination, find a place, or the sun would force us to bunker down. Either way, Gaster and I would bed down. Make a fire, lay out clothes, cook the food, build shelter. And Red would scout out and collect firewood. Next day we’d either continue or scavenge and well- the whole process would begin again.
Good heavens, I’m rambling, aren’t I? So sorry my friend, I hope that gives you your answer, though. It’s strange how such an experience could still be so structured... I mean, of course wolves, bears and weather would throw off those plans. But- I don’t know. Everything... Blended together after a while. It was always stark white. Always cold. We were almost always hungry... We all experienced the same things to a point we didn’t even talk. Haha, to a point we got scared by eachother’s voices even, so silly, it seems now....
Anyway, I’ve talked your ear off now, I’ll leave it there, than.
hey hey hey, gg bruh. you win. someone mentioned the Magnus Archives before Wolf 359 so looks like you finally win the bet. don’t worry ‘bout dinner tonight, Grillz, looks like i’m gunna be treating us. how ‘bout that nice little Japanese place we found, ey Gaster? hey, buddy- woah, c’mon, breath, Gaster-- GASTER! WAIT-- ...shit. I’ll go see to him. alright, thank you. *sigh*
thanks, Anon, seriously. that meant.... a lot to him. a lot more then you know.
*Floof: feels weird not to have a post with a picture in it. but also, felt it was probably best just- left at Gaster’s one sentence, so, walking the middle ground here.
*Floof: Thanks for the package, Anon. I can quite say the night you put this in, you probably saved his life so, thank you.
Gaster, this next one is yours. That is only IF you feel up to it. Er well- Red I’m sure you can answer as well. I can try but, haha, I can’t use all your fancy shmancy science words.. Red. If you would like to take over this one- you may. awww c’mon Dings, don’t be like that. ya haven’t done like- any of these. i mean, i won’t force ya if you don’t feel up to it but- c’mon man. this is science stuff, SKELETON science stuff. ya always enjoy explaining this shit. .... *sigh*
What is the question? HELL YEAH. uhh- huh. ‘how many different colors can skeletons glow?’ How... We can GLOW? eheh well i know ONE way- Hush you. I am absolutely CERTAIN that was NOT what they’re referring to. eheh honestly Grillz they probably didn’t have a CLUE what i meant but, heh, NOW they do~ Do you want to answer this one than? nah, sorry, go ahead. .... Mmm... Do you.. Do you think they are either referring to the colors of our magic or our eye lights? uhh... guess the question is- do YOU even know the answer to the first one? Not... Directly if I am honest. For my universe, perhaps, but then cases like-- like yours. Underfell... It hasn’t been something I’ve been able to research properly. heh, yeah sorry man. i can’t explain Fell either. so uh, go with the second. Hmm... Alright..
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aw c’mon, man... don’t make that face. they wanna hear, I PROMISE. ...hm.. c’mon ya got this. here, how’s about this. wanna explain what they are first? Eyelights..? mhmm yeah, start there. ...Well.... I have explained before, albeit through quite a different.. Topic... but I’ll briefly summarize. Our bodies are able to conjure organs on an as-needed-basis. Eyes. However. Are constantly, rapidly, taking in new information. The optic nerve never ceases to transmit, even in our sleep and so, as skeletons, we have ‘streamlined the design’, so-to-say. Instead of the entire eyeball, nerves, blood vessels, etc. etc... It is but a pinprick of magic. Not only intaking information- able to dilate and expand similar to the pupil- but it also serves as an.. Exhaust system. Off-gassing spent magic when we use a high amount of magic in a short period of time..... However, eyelights have adopted another use as well...
That is glowing. Without... Traditional means of showing emotions, and most often times our bones are set in a way that be quite-- off putting to most--- aka see my face?
always smilin’. always. part of it’s just cuz- heh- i’m a real funny guy. but part of it’s just my face. like even with magic bones can only move so far. poor Sans has it worse then me so. yknow. pretty- uh- pretty hard for most people to tell at a glance what a skeleton’s mood is. P-precisely so... um...
here. lemme help ya out here, buddy. kinda thinking about it now, i kinda answered this one. and heh, it was one of your questions, too, bro. you real interested in this stuff? it’s alright, it IS pretty cool, so, i’ll kinda sum up what i said. our eyelights are just naturally white. everyone’s. as Dings here was saying, when we use our magic to like- fight and stuff, that magic will come up into our eyes too. so, that’s kinda why mine are always red. cuz, that’s my magic and back in the day i was ready ta start throwin’ hits in .5 seconds. now it’s just habit. but that’s just basic stuff. nah, nah we can take it to the next level! .... Gaster. ... Hm...? that was your cue. Huh? My-- the colors. explain the colors, man.
Oh-- well----Our eyelights can change colors with our moods, more brightly the more extreme the emotion. The colors may.. Change, if only slightly, between skeletons. However a decent baseline- green for happiness, pink for love or embarrassment, purple for fear and helplessness and finally yellow for stress and worry. Rapidly changing colors--- well-- would indicate quite extreme emotions... I have heard that some skeletons-- used... To be able to control the coloration entirely, or at least the vibrancy and hue however that-- wasn’t something I personally witnessed. but eyelights are much more then magical mood rings. Hff. Of COURSE they are. heh ya see, between two skeletons, its more then just seeing it. if you’re real close to em, you can actually FEEL that emotion. see, like, when it’s bad, its usually more intense so ya can’t really help the glow? but that;s when another can glow back like- with green or pink or somethin- its like saying ‘its okay i’m here.’ or ‘i love you’, and you can FEEL it, y’know? like PHYSICALLY feel it. like even as a--- uhm..... even with a baby.
uh... you can just, y’know, glow at ‘em and they’ll stop cryin’ pretty quick. so..... So you can see this is a deeply personal thing to us skeletons. Stunting or removing the ability can be almost debilitating for a skeleton. If not by severing that emotional connection, than by further limiting expression of said emotion. I wouldn’t entirely expect a human to understand the significance of it- but the closest I can think of is- if your entire face was paralyzed and you couldn’t speak out of monotone. That would be the equivalent.
To answer your question directly, I used to be able to glow green, pink, yellow and purple- purple being different than my own magic. and i can glow red, duh, and pink. Boss used ta glow orange. We’ve also witnessed cyan or light blue. yeah, yeah that. so uhhh... 8...? if we count white that’d be 9. So, nine colors, that we have seen. Directly.
*Floof: I have a question for you guys now- does Gaster seem any different in this one then in the past?
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*Floof: Honest question.
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*Floof: No seriously.
*Floof: Because hOLY CRAP this was like PULLING. TEETH. Guess he’s still down for the count if he couldn’t even answer a science question. hffffff I apologize, if this answer wasn’t satisfactory, please, put it back in and Ill make a better one but.... geeeeeeeez... i wanted to post something today so I’ll post this but I apologize.
Hmm... Alright, allow me to unpack this one step at a time. Now we’ve already covered two major topics that relate to this... Well, ahah, as be as we could. First being- I have come across several different elementals and met even more. Although the truth of the matter, honestly...? I don’t know how many kinds of elementals there were or even how many there are now. I know it sounds a little strange, haha, but you have to bear in mind that we were something of legend... As in- everyone SAID they saw one of us but no one could ever prove it. Or... There were those who believed us to be lower than monsters. Either way it seems our story was never one destined to be written down, I’m afraid.
Secondly, Gaster has explained before why my flames are blue and Fuku’s are green. Well.. As best as he was able to without running tests. Do you know how many different minerals or chemicals can turn a fire green? A lot! Apparently, haha!
Not to mention our mood and temperature-- See. What I’m trying to say is... I’m not certain I will ever be able to answer your question. Fire elementals alone I mean--- Do you see how many colors a simple, ordinary fire can glow? Even if I’m limited to my three or four, the possibilities are endless.
You asked about genetics, though, but you have to consider what that means for us elementals. For fire elementals, such as myself, it seems it depends on the minerals in the magma pocket we were born from. It’s why I am blue and yet Hana was yellow. Fuku, if I am honest, took after her mother more- I won’t explain the process- but that is why her flames are a brighter, more-- hmm- What’s the word--- Bah, not a clue. It doesn’t matter though- I wouldn’t have her any other way. Stars above, I hope I’m making sense--- If you see what I mean, it really just depends on where we came from, honestly. I could hazard a guess Earth elementals are quite the same- taking on whatever rocks from the place they were born. Or whatever rocks they’ve collected along the way. And I can only imagine a water elemental born in a bog would be differently colored than one born in the sea, but I just can’t know, really. I never even thought to ask them- if I’m honest with you.
So.. To make a long story short- whatever it is you can imagine- I am almost certain there was an elemental that color. That shape. Maybe even that size, haha. It’s funny how the world works like that sometimes.
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