#phobos x gestalt

[sad-boy-hank]

if there's no photalt content i'll make my own.

tw, none, just a lil amgy boy

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Phobos wasn't having it today.

The merging process had failed. He was left in the paws of his poor beloved, a nasty gash in his side. He hissed as Gestalt poked it. "Don't do that!" he snarled.

Gestalt flinched at his master's harshness and let out a whine. "Plwease," he mumbled. "Lemmy. . . see."

Phobos huffed. "No."

Gestalt whimpered pathetically but obliged to Phobos's wish. He gently wrapped up the small god in his capes, smiling gently. "Thmall. . ."

A giggle sounded from the bundle he'd hidden Phobos in. His smile widened. Today was. . . gonna be alright.

[sad-boy-hank]

i'm not gonna finish it so here's the photalt drabble

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Phobos couldn’t understand why it hadn’t changed. He’d made sure everything was perfect, and the beast still put up a struggle. It didn’t. Make. Sense. He hated when things didn’t make sense. Especially now, when he was trying to control that thing.

Hm. Thing wasn’t the right word.

Considering how Phobos spoiled the thing, pet would be a more appropriate term. He cared about the monster. He loved it, genuinely thought of it as a friend, but it was not so kind to its master. Phobos hated that.

He couldn’t hold it against the creature, though. It was strange, how soft he got with it, but no one had the guts to bring it up. Phobos just. . . really loved his strange dog.

Gestalt. Gestalt was its name. And Phobos doted on it. He called it pet names, gave it treats, let it feast upon grunts to its heart’s content, and yet it still disobeyed. Phobos loved it, pampered it, and Project Gestalt hated his guts. For some reason.

Phobos shook his head and entered the cell. He wasn’t going to back down, not now. The door slid open, revealing a massive shape chained to the wall. Project Gestalt. Phobos’s favorite pet.