#archagentis

[avoiided]

archagentis said: //You mean to tell me that I’ve been staring at him naked the entire time without even knowing?

"Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy every second of it.”

[sixfingersixtails]

@archagentis started following!

Sixer raised an eyebrow at the dark-skinned figure in front of him. He’d seen quite a few things in his life, but this being was something new altogether. “And what exactly are you doing around here?”

[sugarstarlights]

@archagentis cont. from here

You didn’t know why you were in a closet with a guy you pissed off months ago. Last time you were in a closet with someone it was where you lived and you nearly died, but at least that was your closet. Hell, you weren’t even entirely sure what he was. Or where you were. Where are you, exactly?

You’re drumming your fingers on the sides of the chair, arms stiff, and ignoring the bowl of black licorice. You don’t even like black licorice. Not that you’re going to take food from a stranger. Was it even possible to tell if black licorice was poisoned? Nasty enough to drown out the taste.

“I’ll pass. Maybe on the talking too.” You aren’t sure if it’s worse or better to have him staring at you in silence with that freaky smile. What sharp teeth he has. The better to rip your throat out with, probably.

[avoiided]

archagentis said: "Yeah, no. Doesn't excuse the fact you still hit a kid. Fucking hypocrite."

“Her kind thought nothing of killing and imprisoning mine. In a way, it’s liberating. Before the war, I would have been put to death for harming a human. Now? They can do nothing to stop me from harming all the humans I want.”

[avoiided]

//You're a cool writer and your Gaster gives me the creeps, I enjoy writing w you and all that.

Anonymously tell me your honest opinion about me. I can't reply, just publish.

[sixfingersixtails]

"Wait, you're HOW old again?"

“600.” Sixer motioned back to his six tails. “I have one tail for every century that I’ve been alive. Granted, that number’s an estimation because of where I’ve been for a good portion of that time.”

[avoiided]

“The hell happen to you?” He crouched down at the pile of goo and tried to poke it with his index finger. “You look like you’re about to fall apart anytime soon,” He assumed that it must be Gaster. Or what’s left of him, he wasn’t sure if it could even hear him or not.

The puddle of goo doesn’t give much of a response. It doesn’t speak, doesn’t try to attack. Instead, a small tendril tries to form after it was poked, as if trying to poke them back. But the tendril falls back into the puddle of goo before it could poke anything. 

[the-smallest-star]

"I heard it was someone's birthday today. Hope you don't mind if I brought in some ice cream cake for a significant child," Jayce said with a goofy grin, bringing a box load of chocolate cake ice cream. "I hope you like it."

“so much... sweet....” Eight doesn’t know what to do with it all.