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“Hey, Mr. Skellington, where’s yer ballman?” Why is this small child sitting on top of the food table? She’s going to get stains all over her nice, white outfit! “Thought I saw you two walkin’ in here together. Y’gonna bone, or what?”
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🡆 @voidcracked
“Hey, Mr. Skellington, where’s yer ballman?” Why is this small child sitting on top of the food table? She’s going to get stains all over her nice, white outfit! “Thought I saw you two walkin’ in here together. Y’gonna bone, or what?”
@voidcracked
Well, wasn’t that a familiar face! That is, one could notice a skeleton miles away, even with only one eye. In a quiet corner at the ball by himself, Majima thought he might as well bother the guy. “Yo, Gaster.” He greeted him, taking out a cigarette for himself. “It doesn’ seem like this is yer kinda event.” He chuckled, lighting it.
Risen are more bony nowadays
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Lucina had recently gotten to know her neighbors at Moonpie Motel a tiny bit better by giving out freshly baked sweets. It was a fun activity that helped build relationships between the people living in the same housing.
She had taken Hajime back to his room in Hummingbird Hotel after a good day of training, and it was now late during the evening. Seeing the obvious step up in luxury compared to Moonpie Motel was incredible-- it made Lucina wonder if the community of Hummingbird Hotel was as friendly and tight-knit as her own.
Such thoughts were put on the backburner once she got out of the hotel. Turning the corner of a building, she was met with...
“Blast!”
Stella City was relaxing and cozy. Stella City was a place of relative peace.
Stella City was all fun and games until right this moment.
In the light of a street lamp, she saw the ghastly appearance of a monster. A skeleton-like face gazed back at her, or so she thought she saw. It took her a fraction of a second to jump back, taking out her sword -- a practice, wooden one -- pointing it at the figure.
Gods, she wished she had Falchion on her instead of a prop sword. Her skills were sure to keep her safe for the moment, but what could be said about the other residents of Stella City? She couldn’t back down: not now, not ever.
“Stay back, Risen!”
But that’s just a theory
@voidcracked
Hajime was getting used to the strange apparitions in Stella City. You could only tell your hovering triangle boss “Good evening” so many times until you would start to consider him, as well as the talking sheep and other strange creatures in Stella City, as business as usual. It was because of this fact that Hajime wasn’t nearly as shaken as he should have been when he locked “eyes” with what seemed to be.... a walking skeleton?
“Excuse me,” Hajime called out to the stranger, approaching them all the while. “I might be mistaken, but for some reason I feel very strongly that you met the pope once? Neat.”
// @voidcracked
Oh, gosh, it’s... It’s not someone with a weapon, but it’s definitely a walking, talking skeleton. This one seems more partial to turtlenecks than to pumpkins, though. Maybe... All skeletons have different societal norms, much like people? Is there skeleton culture?
... Focus, Wirt, you can ask those things later!
“E-Excuse me, sir,” he says, approaching the other. He’s... A lot taller than he was expecting. Oh no. “Have you... Have you seen a little boy? Teapot on his head? Brown hair? His name’s Greg, and I, uh, lost track of him.”
(At least this isn’t a skeleton with a sword.)
[ without prior reserve, i'm here to apply for gaster from undertale. it's 3/27 right now, and you can catch me on my rp twitter @ vulnerosen. i have no self control! damn! you can look at my application under /app. ]
Holy poop a skeleton!
Oh man you really caved!! You succumbed!!! I can’t believe you’ve done this...
Since you don’t want to have kitchen parties and building-wide Chopped tournaments, you’ll be living in Hummingbird Hotel Room #412. Hopefully you’ll make it through town without too much spooky business.
♐ sagittarius
[ 🙏🙏🙏🙏 im so sorry mods (not including myself), i'm really not feeling it lately. can i put weiss schnee (glyphdust) and gaster (well, here) on hiatus? thank you!! ]
Don’t apologize, we love you, seventh/eighth mod. Did we ever find out which of us was which? Either way, we all understand that sometimes you just need a break. Heck, I’m on hiatus right now.
Anyway, Gaster and Weiss are on hiatus until August 19th!
♋ cancer
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If Lui said he had any idea where he was going, then he would be lying. Honestly, he couldn’t see a single thing – if you asked him, the sheep that had taken up residence in his visual system personally moved in the most inconvenient places, leaving him with useless fragments that were very little help. Actually, at this point in time, he was very much regretting trying to leave his room in the first place. He’s too disoriented, he feels dizzy, and the direction of the stairs –
There’s a soft thud, followed by regret. Was this... a person? He stumbles hurriedly back, craning up his head to see, squinting uncomfortably. Ah... Gaster-san.
He’s a little relieved – relieved, at least, that it was someone he recognised. Maybe he could help him back upstairs? Though... as he looks back to his phone, he finds himself overcome with hopelessness again. For being this worthless... this is my punishment, isn’t it...? Slowly, he struggles to type through the sheep running across his screen, before holding his phone up with what he hopes is a smile... though, even he knows that’s a bit much to wish for at this point.『 sorrry, gaster san,,,, arw you okayy??? 』