May 30, 2016
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* hello? is that, sans...?
i dIDNT MEAN TO MAKE YOU CRY OMG ARE YOU OKAY
do yoU KNOW HOW MUCH I RESPECT YOU AND YOUR BLOG YOU ARE MY MAJOR SENPAI
AND YOU MADE ICONS
"Now Kiss."
(RP with Hiddenbxnes) You might as well check on him
More than 48 hours without Sans showing up to at least say hello was weird. Even if Grillby knew Sans could take care of himself, he still worried. So, that night when the bar closed, he put part of the stew he made in a container and strolled to the skeleton’s house.
He knocked on the door. “Sans, are you inside?”
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*Haha, I’m positive
*How couldn’t I be when you’ve got your ion me?
Sans doesn’t even try to make his grin anything like his usual one, and this one is like a creepy imitation of it.
The way he’s looking at Grillby probably isn’t good.
“Just be sure to have Toriel look you over when you get home? IF you’re sick i’d prefer that you not bring it here so i can catch it. I can’t affor to close the restaurant for a day.”
He’d already looked away from Sans, concentrating on the glass in his hand. Something about Sans’ behavior made his form crawl with unease.
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“WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP SO LATE? DON’T YOU GOTTA GET YOUR BEAUTY REST?” He sticks his tongue out playfully at the other from his spot on the couch. Looks like someone was marathoning late night TV shows again.
Human Anomaly
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Bright. Brighter. Yet brighter.
A new fragment has escaped the Void.
What was this? Sense? Feeling. Touch, cold, hard... Words swirled behind the new fragments closed eyes. He was experiencing sense. Shaking hands clenched, a chill wing blowing straight through the mans soul.
Slowly, he opened his new eyes, blinking hard a few times to test the new sensation he was experiencing. A dull ache bellowed through his bones. Aching joints and the prickle of frost making his first few moments of life rather unpleasant. Yet, he didnt have much else to compare it to.
Raising himself to a sitting position, Gaster could feel reality around him tearing to bring him into existence. A heavy fluctuation of magic radiated from his body, wrapping skin and muscle around bone. He looked almost human. Dark, ashy hands had replaced the skeletal bones of his fingers. Eyes focused on shaking digits, trying to figure out who or what he was.
He was Doctor W.D.Gaster. That was all that mattered.
The marks that were once cracks in his skull had turned into discolored scars. They tatooeds around his eyes, reaching around his skull. Short, kinky black hair was peppered with white curls, implying age. He was naked, hidden behind a trash can in a back alley. A shiver went down his spine as a whimper escaped the mans mouth.
It seemed no matter what timeline he was in, existence was torturous.
Gaster huddled against a brick wall, bringing his hands up to his shoulders reflexivly and curling his nude body inward. It was slowly becoming darker and colder as the minutes passed, yet he could not summon the strength to stand alone.