#<- she’s slooooowly getting closer to that realization

[ask-crimson-weaver]

So… good-ish news! Hannah says she’s feeling relatively better compared to how she’s been for the past bit. Still a bit tired, but her ache-y ness is gone.

As for why it’s gone… uh, probably dipping into the bad news to answer that. Because I’m pretty sure my girlfriend didn’t have fangs last time I checked.

[hunysckle]

How do you feel about stimulating a girl in her sleep until you can ride her and then when she wakes up and realizes she's about to cum in you she freaks out but you're all gentle with her and soothe her back to sleep?

i love that sooo much <3 i'd love if she was the little spoon so i could hold her tight and reach around to touch her oh so softly. caressing her hips and thighs, inching my tickles closer and closer to her core. eventually dipping my fingers under her waistband and playing with her bush, lightly grazing the base of her shaft, barely feeling how hard she is before i just couldn't wait anymore. i'd pull her onto her back, straddle her thighs so i can pull her cock out and jerk her off, make sure she's ready for me to slooooowly lower myself onto her length. fucking myself on her pretty dick, getting so so so close to cumming when she wakes up and realizes she's about to unload inside me. i know she'd be so worried, so i'd lean over her, press our bodies close together, and caress her cheek. hush her panicked whispers, coo "it's okay baby, don't worry, you're safe with me, i promise everything is okay, just go back to sleep and let me take care of you." i wouldn't start riding her again until i saw her eyes flutter shut, but then i'd waste no time bringing us to the edge again so she can finally flood my womb like we both desperately crave.

[ellaenchanting]

Evil Disney Princess File Script

The file is here if you want to listen first/listen along.

(Note: There’s a bit more kind of standard issue hypnosis talky talk that’s at the beginning of the file if you’re listening along. This is literally the script I used when recording so there are notes just for me- for example, when it says “sing” I sing a little song. Yes really. :) Minor wording in the file is also different- scripting just helps me get the gist.)

Warnings are spoilers and are at the bottom.

So, we often  think of hypnosis as this really different state but actually it’s not so dissimilar from states we enter every day. Maybe when you’re watching TV you feel a little entranced, like you’re focused on the screen and paying less attention to the outside world. Sometimes it happens when you’re watching a movie or a play. Sometimes it happens when you’re reading a book. I know that’s happened to me- I get so absorbed in a story that all of a sudden I look up and hours have passed without me realizing it. Or I’m so focused that someone will call my name and I won’t even hear them. And it can be nice to be lost in the pages really identifying with the main character in that book.

So, in your mind, I want you to imagine you’re about to read a book. It’s an old book- a book of fairy tales. You can imagine the colorful cover and maybe what the weight of that book would be in your hands. Maybe it even has an old musty book smell. But- go ahead and imagine opening the cover

and as you open that cover, you begin to read the story of a traveller who is on their way to a new town. And that traveller is standing on the edge of a peaceful woods about to walk down the path that will lead to their next adventure. The day is bright and clear and it’s a perfect temperature for walking. The book describes the smell of the pine trees and the song of the birds and how the traveller’s feet feel as they walk forward and you start to feel like you’re there walking through the woods too. 

And as you keep walking down the path, you notice that the woods are getting a little bit darker because the branches of the trees are covering the sky a little bit more, But it’s still plenty light enough to see and you can enjoy the patterns that shade and sunlight make as you walk on and on, deeper and deeper

And as you walk on, you start to notice the woods getting quieter and quieter as you go deeper and deeper down the path. It’s like there are less animals here as the woods grows darker and darker- branches blotting out more and more of the sun. But the path in front of you is still clear and so it’s easy to walk on and on even as it’s deeper and darker, darker and deeper with every step.

And walking and walking over time you start to lose a sense of how long you’ve been walking and waling deeper and further into these woods. It feels like it should be afternoon but the woods have gotten so dark that it’s hard to tell. Only bits of light as you walk on and on longer and longer and you follow the path as it gets windier and less predictable but you can see enough just to follow deeper and deeper darker and darker and the light slooooowly disappear fading out one by one until they’re gone. 

And it’s so dark. Deep, dark woods. Black, like midnight. And you aren’t even sure you’re on a path anymore.

Maybe you’re completely lost.   

And suddenly, as you realize how lost you are

you see a faint light in the distance

And as that light catches your eye, you start moving closer and closer to it almost running through the woods

and as you start to get nearer, you see the light is from a clearing, a treeless spot where the light shines through

and as you walk even closer to that clearing, you notice a beautiful little cottage there with smoke coming out of the chimney 

the cottage is red with a white fence around it, with a lovely garden growing in the yard 

and as you approach it, you feel so relived, feeling lighter and happier and excited to see whoever lives there.

And when you finally arrive, you knock on the door and a beautiful young woman appears. She’s attired simply in a long sleeved dress. Her long , flowing hair cascades around her shoulders and she greets you with a bright smile. 

“Hello!” she says. “A visitor! I don’t have this many visitors this deep into the woods!”

You explain to her your quest to find your lost love and she listens, a look of understanding and sympathy on her face.

“Well- you must come inside!  You must be exhausted!” she says.

And as you walk inside the house, you start to see a very strange sight. All around the woman’s house, there are the cutest, most jolly looking animals you’ve even seen. But- unlike the animals you’re used to seeing in the woods, they don’t seem to be scared of you. In fact, these creatures seem oddly…productive and focused. There are otters using scrub-rushes to slide back and forth, cleaning the wooden floor. There are mice in the corner, appearing to use their mouths and claws to sew an intricate evening gown. There’s a deer watching a kettle over the fireplace, seemingly waiting for it to boil. The whole house is full of little colored birds, singing and tweeting a cheerful song.

The woman smiles at you, and for a moment joins in.

singing

Then she looks back at you.

“Oh don’t mind them. These are my woodland friends!’

She starts to sing again

Then she says “ Come say hello everyone!”

All of a sudden, there’s a line of chipmunks, birds, squirrels, deer- all bowing down deeply in front of you. When they’re finished, they go back to their tasks.

And you sit there, kind of puzzled.

“Well,” says the woman, “I’ve lived out here all by myself for many years. I had to leave the village very quickly when I was younger. I’ve need to make these good friends to help me survive out here in the woods.”

She smiles openheartedly at you as you reflect on how difficult it must have been for her, out here alone for so long. And at this moment, you vow that you help this woman in whatever way you can. 

“Why you must be starved!” she announces, and then begins to sing again. This time, you notice all the animals stop their tasks and almost have a blank look of their faces as she sings. Like they’re listening and waiting for something. 

“Now, go make our new friend some dinner, little friends!” the woman says.

And suddenly, the cottage kitchen becomes a  whirl of activity. The badgers bake bread, the possums go to the pantry, the mice add spice to a savory cooking stew. All of this time, the birds fly around, helping and singing back the same sweet song the woman had been singing before.

You sit back and watch for a moment, feeing thoroughly enchanted,  before turning your attention back to the woman. Something about her words and sweet voice are mesmerizing. There’s…maybe a little part of you itching at your brain that tells you something feels off. Or odd. Like maybe…this shouldn’t be happening.

But when you try and think about that you find your mind turning to how nice this cabin is and how good it smells and how thoroughly beguiled you feel by this young woman.

This feeling continues through dinner as you sit and eat and share company. The woman pours you some scented wine and asks you so many questions about who you are, where you come from, who might be expecting you back at home after your trip-and you reveal to her that you’re a single, lonely traveller wandering from place to place to find work. She pours you even more wine and coos about how lonely that must be for you and how you must always have to be on your guard and how nice it must be to be in a safe place where you can relax. 

She’s right. The wine must be getting to you because all of a sudden you’re feeling so sleepy. You try and ask her a question about herself out of politeness but she laughs that off as she continues to talk in a lilting, beautiful voice about how tired you must be. You’re starting to feel floaty and detached and asleep and

all of a sudden, you feel a peck peck peck on your forehead- you notice that you’re lying in an comfortable bed and that you must have fallen asleep. 

The peck peck pecking continues as you feel something nuzzling your leg. And then, a strange sensation, like a small paw attempting to grab your hand.

You open your eyes and at first all you can see is darkness. It’s a dark, deep night. But then, as your eyes adjust, you see a bird at your shoulder pecking frantically. There’s also an deer nuzzling your legs insistently while an otter appears to be grabbing and pulling your hand.

The bird notices you’re awake and flies right in front of your eyes. It starts to make a quiet but frantic cry over and over again. “Get up!” you can almost hear it say. “Get up!”

Suddenly, you hear footsteps coming in from the other room. The otter and deer retreat but the bird somehow becomes more frantic, singing louder now. 

But you find, all of a sudden, that your eyes close and your body becomes heavy and unable to move as the women enters the room.

The singing stops as you can feel the bird standing still on your forehead.

“Now what’s going on here?” says the voice of the woman. “Little bird, are you trying to instigate something here? You know it will do no good- for you or for them.” She sings. 

“Perch on my finger so I can see you. Very good. I don’t care what kind noble prince you were, you should have been smart enough to know not to go against me in my own house. Now

(song) you will fly out the window and launch yourself into the jaws and claws of the nearest cat you can find. GO.”

And there’s a frantic bird cry before you hear the sound of the window being shut.

You feel the pressure of a lone finger on your forehead as the voice says “Sleep. It was all a dream.”

And when you wake up the next morning, you have a strange feeling that something happened last night, but no clear idea of what it was.

You get up and get ready and notice that the young woman is already moving around the cottage.

“Good morning, sleepyhead” she giggles. “I didn’t know if you’d ever wake up.”

You thank her and explain your plan to continue your journey through the woods.

“Of course!” she says. “I wouldn’t want to delay you too long. But before you go, let me feed you a warm breakfast and a nice cup of tea”

You sit down and she brings the breakfast to the table along with a wonderful smelling big cup of tea.

“Drink up now” she says with a smile.

You take a sip as she nods encouragingly. Then another. It tastes so good.

“Every drop” she says as you drink the rest.

You’re starting to feel a familiar wooziness as you drink more. Like maybe you’re losing your energy just a bit. You start to feel like you’re sinking into the chair. Or maybe like you’re shrinking down a bit

and then, you realize you are shrinking. You’re getting closer and closer to the ledge of the table and then it’s above  you and becoming bigger and bigger and  you grow smaller and smaller and your legs and arms are sprouting hair all over as they grow shorter and shorter and you’re smaller and smaller and you try and yell but  you have no words anymore as your brain just shrinks shrinks along with you and you feel a long wiry tail burst out as you’re on your hands and knees as you shrink and sink and squeak and squeak and squeak realize…you’re a mouse.

 She changed you into a mouse.

And you can feel her now giant hand pick you up and put you in her palm, raising it to her face.

“Hello, little mouse. We’re going to become very good friends. Now”

Sing. 

Your mind goes blank

“You’re going to learn how to help with the sewing”

And so, blankly and meekly, you’re carried to the next room and  into your new life.

Very good.

And now, you can feel yourself on that last page of the fairytale book. Knowing that it’s about to close and when it does, you can remember this entire story but you can also leave it behind along with feeling of being that traveller or that mouse. So now we can close the book and return you to your normal self, coming back up feeling good at the count of 5. 

Wakener

 Warnings: Some scary elements, animal transformation, mediocre singing

[saintheartwing]

Undertales of Friendship: Beware the Man Who Speaks in Hands

Frisk was not having very good dreams.

Over and over, he would find himself descending down, down into the dark recesses of the "True" Laboratory beneath the normal place where Alphys had worked in the underground. The walls a dark green, a chill running through the air, a faint fog all around his feet as he nervously stepped past patient chair after patient chair. Over and over again he'd approach the sinks in the back of the room, turning them on to get the key one of them had inside them, hoping to flood the sinks and for the key to either float up, or the pipes beneath to burst open to get what he wanted. Yet that always gave way to the sight of that...THING coming out of the third sink.

A cute little round, cheery face, twisting and bulging and morphing into a monstrosity with a horrific laugh, large black eyes with pinprick white pupils gazing back. A tongue lagging out of one of many mouths, eternally crying and bleeding-black eyes on a whispy, curved tail like a scythe. This...this odd, strange, faintly melted specter of many faces looking back at him, three in a row all rising up from the sinks, mouths opening and closing and all speaking at once, and saying the same phrase again and again.

"LOREM IPSUM DOCET.

LOREM IPSUM DOCET.

LOREM IPSUM DOCET."

Frisk knew what it meant. Sorrow itself teaches. And he knew what these things were. Pieces of what had once been the Royal Scientist of the Underground, WingDinG Aster, aka Gaster, as he preferred to be called. More bestial and darker traits had risen up in this little "Mini-Me" of Gaster, and they were really only interested in one thing.

"Come join the fun."

"It's a real get together!"

"Become one of us! One of us!"

"You'll be with us soon." The Memoryheads intoned, as more heads sprang up around Frisk, knocking him back as they bulged and popped, Frisk shivering as the Memoryhead closest to him intoned in a dark voice.

"Sorrow itself teaches."

"Teaches what?" Frisk asked. And again the Memoryheads would get closer...closer. "Look, I-I don't want to join in the fun!" He insisted. How many times had he done this before, only to be ignored as they leapt on him and-

But now it was different. Now they merged together, popping and squishing into one, growing larger and larger as an enormous black maw opened slowly and a voice faintly echoey in tone rang out.

"I only want what's mine. And you have a part of it."

"Wh-what's that?" Frisk asked, a gigantic head now staring down at him, white pupils gazing deeper and deeper into him as Frisk found himself sinking, going further into the endless black that was engulfing him-

And then he awoke, Fluttershy the Pegasus gently dabbing a cloth over his head as he sat up on her couch, glancing about her little cottage. "Wh-what happened?"

"Oh, Frisk, sweetie, you fainted in the middle of feeding the chickens outside. Is it too hot for you? I don't know why you always wear a long-sleeve shirt." Fluttershy sighed a little, waving a hoof in the air. "I mean, blue does bring out your eyes, but you must get very hot."

"No, it...it isn't that." Frisk muttered, holding a hand to his head as he cringed. "I keep having these bad dreams and I haven't slept well lately."

"...dreams?" Fluttershy murmured. "Hmm. You know, I think I know someone who could help with bad dreams." She offered with a gentle smile, clasping her hooves together and beaming.

And indeed, a quick letter from Spike was sent out, and Princess Luna of Equestria was soon back in Ponyville, happily meeting with Frisk as the tired, ragged-faced, scarcely-able-to-keep-his-eyes-open child moaned, rubbing his head as he laid on the couch in Fluttershy's home. Fluttershy handed him some golden flower tea, another very popular dish brought up from the Underground thanks to the kindhearted Toriel, and Luna thoughtfully looked him over, dark blue eyes gazing intently at him as Sans, who was also there to look after the kid, gave the kid a hot dog. Or rather, a hot cat.

"Ugghhh. I'm sorry, Sans. I don't feel like eating it."

"geez. ain't even hungry enough to have one of my specialties? now I KNOW somethin' ain't right with you." Sans said, shaking his bony head back and forth. "maybe a joke'll cheer you up. what do you call a guy who gets run over? tired."

Fluttershy, Luna and Frisk all slooooowly turned their heads to directly look at each other, then at Sans, saying absolutely nothing. "..."

"...wow, something IS wrong with you. not even a chuckle." Sans commented with a surprised look on his face.

"I can see his soul's aura. It is plagued with bad dreams. Something has a grip on him." She reasoned aloud. "Frisk, I ask of you. Tell me EVERYTHING thou dost remember of thy dreams. It's most imperative."

"I'm dreaming of these...amalgamates. Melted-together things, pieces of a person that used to be. They're called Memoryheads because they're...well, they're like living heads that are the embodiment of a memory of a man." Frisk said, his tone sounding just as exhausted as the child looked. "A man named Dr. Gaster. He used to be the Monster Kingdom's Royal Scientist...and he was Sans and Papyrus's big brother."

"Whatever happened to him?" Fluttershy softly inquired.

"He fell into his machine, into the time/space continuum and now's in pieces."

"what Frisk here means is that he's at a PIECE conference." Sans remarked wryly.

Many, many, MANY miles away, something stirred. A very furious growl turned into a roar as a cracked face snarled out high and loud enough to crack every glass window in Canterlot. Which it DID.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT BONEHEAD SAID THAT!"

"OW. OW. Sans, that joke was so bad it's physically hurting me, OWWW." Frisk moaned out, Luna whacking her head against the nearby wall over and over again, Fluttershy covering her face with one hoof as Sans nonchalantly shrugged.

"maybe you're right. guess I should leave and make sure you get some-"

"DON'T YOU DARE-"

"PIECE and quiet."

"OHHHHH." Frisk groaned, writhing on the couch as Sans exited the house, laughing uproariously as another pained groan echoed out from miles away in Canterlot.

"Ugggghhhhh. How detestible. He should put more backbone into his pu-" Princess Luna began to say before cringing. "Oh sonofa-"

"HA!" Sans laughed.

Unbeknownst to them, it wasn't Frisk who was in the most danger. No, that dubious honor went to Papyrus, who was hard at work in his new job as a guard for Princess Celestia in her palace at Canterlot. Well, "work" is a strong word. Because currently, he was, along with the other guards, enjoying a nice game of charades with her. Celestia was pantomining a clown to demonstrate the circus, though the guards couldn't quite pick up on that, least of all Papyrus. Then again, perhaps the other guards DID realize it, they just couldn't speak over Pap's VERY loud voice.

"OH! OH, YOU ARE A FLOWER! NO, NO WAIT, YOU ARE A PATIENT FROM AN INSANE ASYLUM! NO, NO WAIT! A MAGICIAN! YES, I AM CERTAIN YOU ARE A MAGICIAN! IS THE WORD MAGIC?"

Celestia chuckled a little, Papyrus happily bouncing up and down in the throne room as she cheerily smiled back, some of the other guards jabbing each other in the side, snickering a bit at his childish exeuberance. It was really quite adorable.

But then the room began to get dark and cold, a chill settling in as Celestia realized that she could see her breath right in front of her. She gasped, quickly looking around the room as the expanse all about her began to convert into utter shadows, and she narrowed her eyes. Was this Discord playing a prank? It couldn't be Sombra, he wasn't around anymore! What was going on?

"...PaPyRuS..." A voice whispered, its voice haunting and echoing as Papyrus stiffened in shock, Celestia looking over in his direction before inky blackness began to swell around him, Papyrus struggling to get free of the darkness that was engulfing him. He let out a gasp, trying to push the other guards away so they wouldn't get sucked in, Celestia racing towards him.

"NO! PRINCESS, STAY BACK! I DO NOT WISH YOU HARMED!" Papyrus insisted, the blackness carefully pinning his arms to his sides as a form rose out of the black, its face skeletal, one black crack running up its right eye, another running down towards its mouth on the left as it gazed over Papyrus, bony hand clasping Papyrus's cheek. "DO...DO I KNOW YOU?"

"You don't remember, Papyrus?" It spoke. "I remember everything about you. Everything."

Papyrus's mouth gaped open slightly, Celestia taking a step forward, eyes intently narrowed as her horn glowed. "You release him NOW. I will not allow you to harm an innocent."

"I only want what's mine." The being said. "I need...to make USE of you." It told Papyrus.

And with that, the inky blackness exploded outward like a bomb, Celestia reeling back along with the guards as she gasped, glancing around...

Papyrus was gone.

AN HOUR LATER...

Sans was calmly sitting on a bench in the park, leaning back and doing nothing. Just the way he liked things. Calmly sighing, he looked up at the sky, and the clouds idly passing by as he saw Papyrus approaching off in the distance, dressed in his normal attire and eagerly sitting down next to him. "WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?" Papyrus asked Sans.

"well, i like to watch shapes in the clouds. that one looks like a flying dragon, see?" Sans said, pointing with a bony finger up at a draconic-shaped puffy cloud that looked like it was belching out 'flames', Papyrus nodding in agreement.

"OH, YES, IT DOES INDEED."

"and that lil' one over there looks like a mother duck, and the other ones after it are lil' ducklings."

"LIKE THAT CUTE LITTLE BIRD THAT LOVES TO CARRY PEOPLE OVER RIVERS?" Papyrus inquired.

"yeah. we gotta treasure that bird." Sans agreed with a calm, respectful nod.

"MAY I TRY ONE?"

"of course, paps." Sans said with a wink, Papyrus rubbing his long chin before pointing upward with a red-gloved hand.

"OOH! THAT ONE LOOKS LIKE A WOUNDED DERPY WITH SMOKE COMING OFF OF HER WINGS-"

KRAKKA-THROOOOOM! Derpy Hooves crashed hard into the market, a cry of "MY CABBAGES" echoing out through the air as a loud "Sorry' echoed out soon after, Derpy limping by them, angrily holding up an exploded mailbag, complete with the shredded remains of what had been a suspicious package and cake frosting and cabbages all over her body, Sans raising a nonexistent eyebrow as he looked her over.

"what happened?"

"It's a SICK world we live in with SICK PONIES!" Derpy shrieked, grumbling darkly as Papyrus shook his head back and forth.

"WHAT A SHAME. THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD NEVER SEND MAIL THROUGH THE POSTAL SYSTEM."

"yeah. i'm guessing that was a Boom Boom Cake of Pinkie Pie's."

"HOW CAN YOU TELL?"

"cuz she's got a real explosive personality."

Silence for a long, long time before Papyrus wryly remarked "...I HATE TO TELL YOU THIS, BROTHER, BUT YOUR JOKE JUST...BOMBED."

Sans stiffened a little, slowly turning his head, as if truly seeing Papyrus for the first time, his mouth agape in surprise as Papyrus put a hand on his shoulder...with incredible weight behind it. "you're not paps."

"NO...I'm not." The being that was not Papyrus said. "You know who I am, Sans. And you know why I'm here. You understand why."

"gaster, come on, he's just a child-" Sans began to say, Gaster's stolen form shaking its head back and forth solemnly.

"I'm not going to harm him anymore than I've harmed Papyrus. Or that I'll harm you. I only want what's mine." Gaster explained."Now come. It's time for all of us to be one big family, Sans. The way it should be." He intoned kindly, as Sans felt a large embrace engulf him, the shadows swallowing his form as he fell deeper, deeper, deeper into the abyssal black around him...

And then, within a few moments, there was only what appeared to be Sans on the bench as he made his way back towards Fluttershy's cottage. "now then...third time is the charm."

...

...

...

...Frisk was still on the couch, fast asleep as Luna held a hoof to his head, focusing intently, her lips slightly pursed. Fluttershy stood nearby, biting her lip as the light softly filtered in through the window, bathing over Frisk in soft golden light as Luna cringed.

"This is serious. An immense block is inside his mind. Whatever's inside him has placed a mental barrier that I cannot easily break through. I will need additional help, Fluttershy." Luna sighed at last, removing her hoof from Frisk's forehead before steepling her hooves, lying back in the chair she was sitting on. "He will have to be taken to Zecora."

"taken to ol' stripeybutt, huh?" Sans's voice rang out as they turned, seeing he was stepping out of the closet, Fluttershy gasping as she slightly jumped up in the air. "what? c'mon, Fluttershy. nothing wrong with a couple skeletons in your closet. everybody has 'em."

"I take it you could simply...shortcut your way to Zecora?" Princess Luna mused aloud as he looked Sans over, the skeleton giving a cute little wink, showing off a faintly royal blue glowing eye as Frisk was softly hovered through the air and over towards him. "However are you able to do that?"

"ahhh, blue magic runs in the family, really." Sans the Skeleton remarked with a shrug. "both my brothers got different mastery over it. But Paps's spirit's tied to the trait of Bravery, so his magic comes off more orange. Me, I'm patient, so mine's light blue." He remarked with a shrug, unzipping his blue jacket as the sleeping Frisk was caaaarefully lowered down, down, and soon, was perfectly positoned right in front of Sans's form. With a little smile, Sans zipped his jacket back up, Frisk now warmly tucked away in the jacket almost like a mother kangaroo with her baby joey, as Sans patted the sleeping child on the head. "theeeere we go. all snug as a bug in a rug."

"You've been waiting to do that to him for a while, haven't you?" Fluttershy asked with a smile. "I can tell."

Sans gave her a big grin. "oh, you've no idea." He said, reopening the closet. "i'll see you two later. got a lot to do." he remarked before popping into the closet again, Fluttershy smiling before suddenly stiffening up. Something hadn't been right. What had he said? "My magic's light blue".

...but Frisk had been surrounded in a royal blue light.

"Princess Luna, I think something terrible has just happened." She realized aloud, wheeling around and looking into Luna's eyes. "We need to find Ms. Toriel immediately."

Meanwhile, Frisk was still tucked away inside the jacket as Gaster-Sans calmly walked down the forest path, heading to the abandoned Castle of the Two Sisters, the old castle of Princess Luna and Celestia. The castle was long overgrown, its steeples crumbling and cracked with trees around it drooping and saddened, everything about it giving off the air of dejection and abandonment as Gaster's borrowed form approached the front of the castle and pushed the doors open. Little Frisk was still fast asleep, Gaster's stolen form looking quietly down at Frisk, biting into a lack of bony lip.

He felt guilt. Frisk had been nothing but kind and loving to monsters like him. He'd freed his kind, he'd given his brothers something to live for again. Such a dear child.

"I..." He hesitated, gently stroking Frisk's brown-haired head. He just looked so cute, all tucked away tight and warm and safe in his jacketed body. "...he's just a child..." He murmured.

But he wanted to be whole again so dearly. To just be himself. Before he'd only been able to hold onto the material world in little bits and pieces, barely able to manifest for more than five minutes. But now with Sans and Papyrus sampled...

And soon it would be three with Frisk. Out of everyone in the Underground, four had the strongest physical connection to him. He'd been scattered in pieces across the Underground, and had barely managed to scrape enough of himself together for this wild, desperate plan. He needed four souls, and the pieces of himself within them: Sans, Papyrus, Frisk and Alphys. With Papyrus, his physical form would become more stable. With Sans, his mind would get more stable. With Alphys, he could get back his Soul. And with Frisk would come his heart, his compassion. He needed that. He needed to feel again. To just love someone.

"You're only feeling remnants of a man who once was." He murmured to himself, gently taking Frisk's sleeping form out of his jacket and laying him on a table as his visage began to shift, growing taller and darker. "You don't truly feel guilty. All you feel is a shell. Intellectually, you know you should feel disgusted. But you don't truly feel it. With the child claimed, you will. With the child claimed, you will feel again. Be almost utterly whole again. It's everything you want, isn't it?"

He now stood tall, a large skeleton in a dark cloaked robe with a silver undershirt, his form lean and faintly thin. A black crack ran up his eye, another running down to his mouth from the other eye, his skeletal hands having large holes in the center as he gently laid one on Frisk's head. "Believe me." He spoke softly to Frisk. "I'm truly grateful. With this, I'll be whole again. And you'll never be alone." He offered, shadows beginning to rise around Frisk as his SOUL was exposed...

Gaster flinching as he reeled back, cringing as he clutched at his chest, feeling his remnant of a Soul, his pale imitation flinching. Damn. The soft light of Sans and Papyrus within him were objecting. They were almost utterly overpowering him. Perhaps he couldn't claim the child yet. He'd need more raw power. Perhaps Alphys would do. Her Soul was rather weak-willed in comparison, and would provide the boost needed.

Ah, well. For now he could at least do one thing with the child. Carefully lifting the child up, he placed him between the folds of his coat as he buttoned it up more, the little one nicely tucked away inside him as he softly enjoyed the gentle movements of Frisk turning ever-so-slightly in a peaceful slumber. Sighing, Gaster sat down against a nearby wall, and softly drifted off to sleep himself to join the child in dreamland...

TO BE CONTINUED...

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          seeing her smile is enough to lift his spirit, even if just a little. the world gets a bit brighter, whenever her lips curl up.   he sighs ever so gently, letting her hand rest on his own; when her other palm rest on his cheek, he can’t hold back a new, soft sigh of relief, turning slightly his head to press gently on her fingers, following the movements of her hand with eyes heavy and closing. he hears her talk  ——  he just follows her words with delay, weary mind processing with difficulty over the burden of sleep.

« well… technically steelixes are very solitary pokémons, so… they tend to, uh… avoid interactions, especially when weaker… »   he begins, only to stop halfway through his discourse, pushing away his knowledge of steelixes that came out of nowhere at the sole mention of them.   « … oh. wait. metaphor. »   he snorts weakly.   « sorry. yes. i guess they do. »

there is a pause, after that. a long, heavy pause of silence, broken just by a short cough. thoughts begin to crowd his mind, too worn out by the fever to fight them back. they push for space and begin to scream, making his smile fade. he attempts to pretend that it’s nothing, that nothing is happening inside of him, but his entire body is the first to protest to his efforts. he has a FEVER, damn it  ——  just the latest of the consequences that he forced on himself, over and over again, to pay a debt that everyone says he shouldn’t, that he doesn’t even have.

he attempts to pretend. but keeping his eyes closed becomes a forced act, and his breath forceful as he tries to hold back the sobs, just to miserably fail.

not a single right thing, he can’t but think to himself. not a damn right thing.

« … s-steelixes don’t betray their friends, though. th-they don’t leave them back. they’re not cowards, th-they… they… ».   a flood of words just want to push out of his lips, yet they come to an abrupt halt at a stronger sob. kukui’s free hand covers his eyes almost in a rush, as if attempting to not make her see the tears that just began escaping effortlessly. he tries to stop himself for a second, maybe  ——  but he realizes quickly he’s just… too tired. too tired to think, too tired to pretend, too tired of… himself. of the situation. of everything.   « g-gods… i-i’m sorry, i… oh, gods, i-i c-can’t do this anymore…! »

“Aw, stop that!! Turn off the professor brain for five minutes!” she jokes in response, giving him the softest, tiniest little pat on his head as he slooooowly realizes that she wasn’t being literal.

As silence falls, she leans closer to give him yet another kiss on his nose, backing off only when yet another coughing fit made his whole body tremble.

She’s just about to stand when Kukui talks again.

When he sobs, finally decides to drop the act, and breaks her heart in half.

“Honey--!”

A hand goes for her own mouth, staring at him under her, and... unsure of what to do.

It isn’t the first time he breaks. It isn’t the first time he’s so hurt he couldn’t keep up his usual act. 

Part of her wonders if she should be used to it; another, a much stronger one, the part that loves him dearly, knows that she never will.

That she has to do something to fix this, to make him stop hurting, but... not now.

Not yet. Not while the same part of her who loves him dearly burns.

She has to keep in a sob of her own as she finally moves, still remaining on the bed, yet not on him anymore; words are usueless in moments like these, so she just lies down, by his side.

A hand goes for his own, gently removing it from his eyes to look at him - to silently tell him that it’s okay, he doesn’t have to hide from her -, while the other holds him into a tight hug, pressing their foreheads together.

It’s okay. Let it all out.