Save the AU's

Indie Semi Selective Independant RP blog for Reboot. Read the rules and about, before interacting.

[ask-reboot]

leeroythelusterror:

The back rubs helped to soothe him, and he crooned softly, peering gratefully at Reboot as his cheekbones were gently cupped. Did that smile mean it was okay? He hoped so. Even if it wasn’t, not yet, they could make it okay, now that he was back, couldn’t they? At the very least, they could try.

“Thank you… that means a lot to me. Ah… maybe I could help out, too? I mean, if that’s okay…”

💻 Yeah, of course.

Reboot sniffed lightly and embraced Leeroy tightly again, nuzzling into his shoulder. Stars above, he was so grateful to see his friend. It had been so long, he was a blubbering mess. He tried to stop his tears, really, but he was just so happy. He couldn’t bring himself to care about his looks.

[ask-reboot]

leeroythelusterror:

Beads of glowing purple prickled at the corners of his eyesockets as his back was rubbed, and Leeroy clung just a little tighter, needing a moment to compose his voice. “I… I think I’m okay? I… feel a little strange, but I’m not hurt…” The nuzzling he was receiving was grounding, helping him to anchor himself. “I think… I wasn’t as real for a while, maybe…” It was entirely possible that he’d glitched without realising it, freezing in place somewhere in the timeless wastes of the antivoid. “Thank you… I think – I think I should try to stay closer to people, so I don’t, ah… you know…”

Reboot made a soft sound, looking at Leeroy. He rubbed his back again in soothing circles, blinking his tears away as best as he could. Hands rose to cup Leeroy’s cheekbones, while he managed a smile, despite it all. Leeroy was here, he was okay. A bit shaken, it seemed, but okay, otherwise. He could work with okay.

💻 Yes, you can stay here with me as long as you need. I don’t mind at all.

Plus he would feel a lot better too, knowing he was nearby to help Leeroy if something started acting up.

[ask-reboot]

💻 Are you okay? Are you hurt?

Reboot, rubbed Leeroy’s back gently. He had been so worried for his friend. He clung to him, just as much as the other did, nuzzling into his shoulder, as tears spilled from his sockets. 

💻 I’m so glad you’re safe.

He murmured after a moment, sniffling.

@leeroythelusterror

[ask-reboot]

There's a sheepish Error inching closer, nervous but wishing to reconnect with his friend. "Reboot? I, ah, I didn't mean to vanish again... I don't know if I lost time, hit a dead zone, or just spaced out, but... I'm here."

Here comes the water work. Reboot had been so worried, and he had been searching for his friend, for so long. Finding no trace, he had given up, against his will. He had not found any lead.

And yet, there was Leeroy.

The short skeleton made a noise, tackling Leeroy into a hug.

@leeroythelusterror

[ask-reboot]

Reboot! You're back! Have you been okay?

💻 I’ve been looking for my friend, Leeroy.

[ask-reboot]

Reboot, what's the silliest thing you've ever seen?

💻 We don’t talk about it.

[undertalepositivityproject]

@ask-reboot, who tracks the tag askrebcct I believe, is a wholesome sweet mun with a wholesome, sweet muse, and it’s day-brightening and fulfilling to see them on my dash.

[ask-reboot]

💻 It’s been a while.

[ask-reboot]

askeraser:

“… Mistakes? Excess ‘noise’? … If you can show me what is not needed, I can trim it away.” He agreed, a note of hope creeping back into his voice. Of course, this still depended on Reboot being able to fix him, but for the first time, Eraser was seeing a future that held purpose beyond trying to find that long-ago-lost dead zone so he could block everything out. A future in which he was not alone.

A thought struck him, widening his eyelights as they shifted into little clovers in pink and white, and a chuckle actually escaped him, though its tone was a little odd, as though unpractised. “You know, Reboot… even if this doesn’t work… I don’t think I could go back to the way things were.” He murmured, fidgeting with one of his smaller namesakes. “It would mean… being mortal foes again. I can’t - I thought it, but… thinking you gone… it hurt. Is that part of friend?”

💻 Mhm, that would work.

He was happy to see that Eraser seemed willing to try. He tilted his head and smiled. He still had to figure out why Eraser was feeling the creation of the AU’s, how he was so linked to them.

It just didn’t make much sense.

💻 Yes, that is part of being friends. If you were gone, for good, I would be very sad, and lonely. Things may work out, or not, and if they don’t, we can still hang out and figure out other things.

[ask-reboot]

askeraser:

He still wasn’t used to the soft, melodic sounds-that-did-not-hurt Reboot seemed to enjoy making, but… they were kind of pleasant. He decided against saying so, in case it invited consequences he hadn’t realised.

Oh, he was holding them up for him to see? He listened intently as the other described each food thing, his gaze solemn as he nodded his acknowledgement. “Eggs are good inside, bacon is good heated. Yes?” He repeated, as if to check that he had his facts straight.

“What is scrambled, for eggs?”

Reboot smiled and nodded his head.

💻 That’s right. When I break the shell, the egg yolks are inside. Scrambled, for eggs, is mixing it all up.

He placed the bacon slices into the other pan, humming again. his attention went to the food he was cooking for the both of them. No need to overwhelm his new friend. Scrambled would do for now.

[ask-reboot]

leeroythelusterror:

“Y-yeah, um… I’m still wrapping my head around it, but that’s the gist of it.” He responded, nodding. He could kinda tell that Reboot was a little confused, but that was okay - so was he. He chirped a little as he heard the sound his friend made, grateful for the affection he could feel in the other’s tight, nuzzling embrace. He felt supported, and soothed. “A-ah, thanks…” He mumbled, a little flattered by the praise. “I’ll do my best. Uh, is there anything you’d like to do, by the way? Anywhere you’d, um, like to hang out?” Or they could just stay there - he didn’t mind, so long as he could spend some time with his buddy.

💻 Huh, that’s kind of confusing.

Reboot simply held Leeroy for now, giving as much comfort as he could. He tilted his head and smiled, patting his head lightly. Hanging out was a good idea. He wiggled lightly.

💻 Do you want to watch a movie? Take it easy for now, just relax.

[ask-reboot]

askeraser:

He fidgeted for a moment, as Reboot considered his words. What even was he, without his self-appointed task? Did he even have a purpose, beyond avoiding pain? He was… uncomfortable with that thought.

He glanced at Reboot when he heard the other begin to speak again, peering at him with a tense, unreadable expression. He took a breath, before nodding. “If nothing else, I can… defend while you create. If there is one like me, there… may be more.”

💻 Mm, I think that we can work together. Creating, sometimes, there’s things you don’t want to create, but it still happens. If you can trim out what’s unneeded, then that would work out. Yes?

It was a long shot, perhaps, but Reboot really did believe that he could make this work with Eraser. Plus, it would allow him to know him better. He didn’t see a downside to this at all.

[ask-reboot]

askeraser:

His brows lifted slightly at that - a ringing endorsement of bacon? That was encouraging, and he gave Reboot a tentative smile in return. The lighting of Reboot’s area, dimmed like this, was a welcome change from the glaring brightness he’d glimpsed before, and he felt a peculiar little mixture of emotions prodding at him. Something between confused gratitude and awkwardness, which he didn’t know how to express.

“I will sit, and watch. What is eggs?” He asked, deciding not to mention the dimming, as he didn’t know how to without drawing attention to the vulnerability it compensated for. Finding a seat, he lowered himself onto it, getting comfortable as his counterpart reached into the cold thing. “Which of those things was bacon, and which eggs? He wasn’t sure.

Reboot hummed as he worked around the area easily, before he stopped. He looked over his shoulder and smiled. Picking up and egg, and a slab of bacon, Reboot held them up so Eraser could see them.

💻 This is the egg. It’s got a hard shell that we crack, to get the yolks inside to eat.

💻 And this one, is the bacon. It’s meat. Not very good cold, but cooked, it’s great.

The short skeleton smiled, putting the items back on the counter. Fetching a pan, he put a bit of oil in it, so things wouldn’t stick, and started off by cooking the bacon.

💻 Do you want your eggs scrambled?

[ask-reboot]

leeroythelusterror:

He fidgeted slightly as his friend peered at him, not sure what to say for a moment as he took in the other’s confused expression. That smile came as quite a relief, though, and he crooned softly, reassured by Reboot’s words. “Th-thanks…  Uh… one of the spectres, um, messed with my code, see… I think I’m, uh, some kind of proto-hivemind now? I can, um, be three of me. It’s really disorienting, and I’m not sure I’ve worked out how to handle it right yet.”

💻 You can be three of you?

Reboot didn’t quite understand that. He was just happy to see Leeroy unharmed. Or well, relatively unharmed, considering what he had been told. He made a noise, holding him tightly, nuzzling his cheekbone again. He didn’t really know what to do, but to provide comfort and reassurance.

💻 Well, I’m sure you’ll work it out. You’re so smart.

[ask-reboot]

askeraser:

He wasn’t sure why this was as nice as it was, but despite the voice of long, paranoid experience whispering to him that he shouldn’t get too cosy, he found that he could ignore it. He was comfortable, and comforted.

Would he have been so charitable, if their positions had been reversed? He tried not to think about what he likely would have done if Reboot had come to him in surrender - such an odd thought, though. The other had always seemed so indomitable.

“… I do not wish to fight you any more, either. But… how would we work… together? I erase, you create. Opposite.”

💻 Hm.

That was a problem, but at the same time, he felt like there was more to just erasing timelines entirely. If they could work together, couldn’t it mean that they were able to create something, and erase only the bad things, to let the timeline go on as planned?

💻 I...I think we could figure something out.

He smiled at Eraser.

[ask-reboot]

askeraser:

The little squeeze to his hand puzzled him, but it didn’t hurt, so he decided to squeeze back with the same amount of force, glancing at the other to check whether he had performed this possible greeting ritual correctly.

“I suppose that would make sense…” The humming was… not unpleasant, not being loud enough to hurt him. He found himself vaguely anticipating where the rambling melody would go next. He startled slightly when the pad appeared, tensing - but the buttons turned down the brightness he’d begun to squint against.

He made a confused little sound, blinking, before giving the other a hesitant, slow smile. “I have… heard good things about something called ‘bacon’?”

💻 Bacon is so good.

Reboot smiled. Eggs and bacon could work. It was simple to make, and fairly quick, so they wouldn’t have to wait around. He looked up as they approached his place, now dimmed fairly low. Screens floated around, dimmed out considerably, as he guided Eraser to the kitchen area.

💻 You can sit, while I cook us eggs and bacon.

He said with a smile and went to the fridge. He opened it up, getting the eggs and bacon. Putting them on the counter, he fetched a pan, and turned on the stove, to heat it up.

[ask-reboot]

leeroythelusterror:

He beeped as he felt the tightness of Reboot’s embrace, wrapping his own arms around the other outcode skeleton and just… just clinging. He kinda needed this, this grounding closeness and reassuring affection. “I… not any more, no. I’m, uh, not exactly the same now, though.” He mumbled, sounding faintly awkward.

💻 Oh?

Reboot looked over Leeroy, blinking. He tilted his head to the side, confused. Still Leeroy, but different, he said. Not exactly the same. He hummed and smiled at the other skeleton.

💻 It’s okay. You’re still my friend.