His Ā warped appearance trailed from opaque to transparent around the edges. His mass not unlike a cloak, settling and fading into background, and ā no, he could scarcely see the particles flutter around in his occupied space. A contrast to his environment, bones white - muted colors of his attire.Ā
Sans. Papyrus. Alphys. Asgore. Toriel.
They were as always the collective thoughts that held him in this world as his eyes wandered down trailing hall. They would forget, torn about and fragile memories. A hole left behind in the shape of his person, slowly to be filled in by something else. For all his selfishness, he could reach forward with claws and teeth. For even a spark of what he once held and didnāt appreciate.Ā
With mind and body newly restored, it was time to see if something was left anymore. Recurrent lapses in time-space, the transmigration of the incorporeal Soul; the aftermath of the aftermath. Hell was a Vacuum, and Nature abhorred him.
He struct something golden, another person hiding away in parts of the Underground abandoned and quiet. Heard long before saw, in the distraught mumbling carried down to his hearing, and skeletal head turned in that direction cautiously. Vocal cords still in the process of recovery, his conjured hands snapped and slidĀ phalanxesĀ against each other for that distinctive dot and dash feel of the audio morse code.
ć DO NOT BE AFRAID. I COME WITH NO ILL INTENT. ć
His body, and what appeared to be knees, bent as he succumbed to downward elevation and the floor was at his parallel.
ć ALLOW AN OLD MAN TO POKE HIS NOSE WHERE IT DOES NOT BELONG, BUT WHAT FAMILY IS YOURS WILL NOT BE GONE FORā. ć
His sound making paused, he couldnāt even see for certain if his words were coming through in such an unconventional form. He frowned suddenly, pupils dimming.
ć DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND. ME? ć
There was something there, but as he was about to turn his head -- a chill ran through his body, and the noises that resonated from this being caused goosebumps to form along his skin.
This had to be out of some horror movie. Ā It only grew worse as he finally turned to direct his view upon the mysterious figure, and seeing that pale skeletal face and those bony hands, heād almost lost color in his bright green skin.
A ghost? What was it? What were those noises it was making?
He quickly stood up in a defensive position, weapons drawn, and brows furrowed as his legs bent at the knee. He was ready to fight if this thing wanted a piece of him.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Moments passed.... and then a few more. Ā Yet, there appeared to be no hostile intentions coming from this... monster? Ā He continued to listen to the noises. Was it... some means of communication?Ā
āAre you talking to me, skeledude?ā Mikeyās squinted eyes reverted back to their round shape,Ā āThatās um... some kinda code, right? My brothers and I used it sometimes, but I donāt... really understand it. You canāt talk? Do skeletons talk?ā
