#lost entry

[researcherwdg]

Hey, Mr. Gaster, sir.

I don’t know if you knew, but do you remember in the first batch of vessels when you made a squirrel vessel and a cat vessel? Their names were Hop and Skip.

Well, a few weeks ago, Hop was killed. By Skip.

I believe Hop’s soul has returned to the void.

Will you do anything about this? At the very least, give Skip a stern talking to?

I SEE... I SEE.

SIGH. I SUPPOSE ANIMALS WOULD EVENTUALLY DO THIS.

Gaster breathes for a moment, before willing something to his side.

HELLO, DEAREST SOUL. YOU GO BY HOP NOW, CORRECT? HOW INTERESTING.

DO YOU MIND EXPLAINING WHAT LEAD TO YOUR BODY'S DEMISE TO ME?

@skip-the-squirrel-soul

[cresselia92]

Here’s the first Lost Entry of Inktober, this one belonging to Inktober 16: “Wild” (Charge), featuring a menacing Blitzle charging forward.

[researcherwdg]

...

SO IT HAPPENS LIKE THIS, THEN.

The Vessels vanish into nonexistence. Vessel Creation is paused.

Gaster falls from the sky he was floating in, mildly ticked.

WHEN IT CAME TO USING THE KEY TO FORCE YOUR WAY IN...

I DID NOT EXPECT THE FIRST USE OF THAT TO BE FROM YOU.

KING OF SPADES.

@king-ofspades (pspspsps)

[oncemoreforyou]

Guys, I’m looking for this poem and it’s a picture, so I can’t google it. it ends with the lines

And now at night I can’t sleep For in the darkness there was a boy and in the boy there was a darkness.

Please, if you come across it, tell me

[sunshine-gurl73]

Hittin' buttons, that'll teach ya!

So I had just written my first entry, well not completed, but close... So close.  It was all about this Rosery I have wrapped around my hand.  It was in my Grampa's Box of Treasures. It was.  Now it wrapped around my hand.  I do not pretend to know the religious significance, although I am sure it is significant.  But it is the words that make me want to keep it close: 

      Jesus

Mary     Joseph

Be with us

on our way

I've always believed The Bible to be a storybook for grown-ups.  Well I'm an adult now, and surely not ready to read *that book*.  But I guess being an adult doesn't make you a grown-up and I don't think I'm all grown-up yet... That's why this Rosery has found meaning, wrapped over my hand.  I imagine it being my Great-Grandmother's strength.  Someone who cared about her gave it to her before they left Poland... Their comfort held her close through her journey....

All pure speculation of course... But I am drawn to it.  I would like to bring it with me on my journey.  Along with my magic necklass that my mom gave me.  I think it holds power. I should put it on.  Then I should probably break out the bleach and see what kind of damage I can do... The best part is, "As long as you don't go black, we can always fix... Throw a box over it :)"  Thanks for always making it ok to play with hair ~:)