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      Slowly, a gentle smile came to dominate the male’s expression. Seeing the pain, the struggle leave their eyes-- it brought a sense of satisfaction to him. It eased his soul, which was wracked with grief and worry over the sight of their pained expression. It brought a sense of peace to the being, that he had improved their condition. That he had helped them.        Standing once again, he continued to sign--        ‘Anytime, Frisk. I was not about to assume that you would forget, but sometimes we must be reminded of what drives us. That being said, shall we get going?’        While he enjoyed the conversation... having refrained from communicating with others for so very long-- the sooner they left this place, and the sooner that Frisk continued on with their journey-- the better. Gaster could not be selfish, and take up their precious time. The human had a destiny to fulfill after all. 

      Plus, it wasn’t like they couldn’t converse whilst they transversed through the core. This place was rather large, even more so because of the maze-like structure that it had been built in. While the scientist knew the core inside out, it would still take a while for them to get through it. They had plenty of time to kill.        The man had turned a bit-- as if to lead them-- but stopped abruptly, as if remembering something. How rude... he hadn’t even introduced himself-- !       The hands signed again-- rather sheepishly so,       ‘... How rude of me, and I do apologize for this. I haven’t given you my name yet, have I?’        ‘I go by W.D. Gaster. It is a pleasure to physically meet you, Frisk. Oh, and I do apologize for the puzzle-like layout of this place...’ The hands paused for a brief moment, whilst their own thought of the correct words-- ‘... It was inspired by a relative of mine, and I suppose I went a bit to far with it whilst making this area...’ 

               •{ There was CONFUSION invading all their being, their EYES                    not giving them enough clues to UNDERSTAND what was                    going on around them . . . They FELT like this was all a dream,                    that MAYBE that FINAL FROGGIT had knocked them out and                    . . . this WASN’T real . . . just a really nice DREAM that could                    end at any second, WHENEVER their SOUL could be broken                    into small and RED pieces or just . . . just STOLEN from them                    as it was written in the WALLS of Waterfall . . . This would all                    probably end SOON . . .

                   As much as they WANTED to move, they still needed to                    recover from SUCH a tackle right into their CHEST, they                    needed their time to BREATH, maybe to process if this could                    be REAL or just their own mind being . . . ITSELF, after all,                    things couldn’t get ANY kind of worse around them . . . but                    WHAT about in the dephts of their own SELF ??

                   Tired eyes watched that couple of HANDS trying to communicate                    with them, the Brunette FORCING themselves to sit on the                    FLOOR, even if their body felt like it was MADE of pure stone,                    so heavy they nearly FELL again, just over their own back . . .                    GLAD theiy still had some DETERMINATION to show, that was                    the MAIN reason they were still THERE, alive, somehow able                    of CONTINUING across that world full of MONSTERS.

                   Something NEW was on their inventory. }•

❤ ITEM  ❤ G.TREAT

• It’s hard to stay focused but you manage   to eat the TREAT.

• It’s restores you to full HP.

               •{ Did they wanted to ASK ?? Not at all, the Brunette was just too                    THANKFUL to get into asking ANYTHING at that point . . . the                    feeling of breathing FRESH air without any torturing pain was                    ENOUGH reason for it, you could tell by their FACE how                    relaxed and peaceful must their SOUL be right at that                    moment . . . It HAD to be real, there was no DOUBT at that                    point . . . They had to show their THANKS somehow, more than                                                         with MERE words, they had to show it. }•

❤ ACT  ❤ TALK?

– ❝ I– . . . ❞

• You are simply out of words. Maybe there   was still some confusion accompaning you   after all.

• You had so many things you wanted to   understand, but your mind doen’t process   any of them into questions.

• …

• You just have the feeling that’s the TRUTH.

– ❝ . . .       I would n e v e r forget that, Sir . . . ❞

• You grab your STICK from the floor to help   yourself to slowly get back on your feet.

• Remembering all the FRIENDS you’ve   made on the way here fills you with   DETERMINATION.

– ❝ . . .       T h a n k s you . . . ❞

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      Good... they got away safely. Relieved, the scientist let out a sigh-- which resounded as nothing more than a distorted static buzz. The sound of his own voice immediately damped his mood, and he reminded himself to be silent. There was no need to terrorize the women with his voice anymore than he had to... Not that he wanted to in the first place-- since of course-- he to hated the sound of it. 

      A sudden feeling of guilt weighed upon the male. Mainly because he had defiled her ears with such a racket... Well... he had already made his presence known-- would it be to much to apologize to her as well? Although... that may in tern scare her... Although, it was better than letting her stew in her displeasure with the situation. Plus-- he didn’t want her chasing after the poor monster...        It was because of this, that a pair of bony hands materialized a few feet in front of the women, spread out-- as if to single her to stop. A brief moment passed, before they began to sign-- did the other even know sign language...?       ‘... I’m sorry for stopping you, but that monster is starving and scared. They know not of what they do, so please, forgive them just this once.’ 

Her eye twitched in irritation. How dare he! How dare this monster kill one of her kind! And then go ahead and try to take one of her goods before even paying for them! He was a killer and a thief and now he was trying to get away with both right now! He was going to pay big time for this! Which is how she was now terrorising the monster. The short monster wasn’t letting them get away for it. So… Maybe she got a little violent to scare them. But she hadn’t actually physically inflicted damage on them… Yet.

And then she heard a noise. A noise that sounded like something from the deepest darkest parts of your mind that got conjured up if terrified enough. It was enough though to distract her though, giving the other monster time to escape before becoming potential pet food. She noticed too late with the monster fleeing and let out a hiss of irritation when she noticed how far he was. Damn it! 

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End of Haitus!  / Art blog is up

Eyyyy guyyyyys so my exams are over, so know what that means?  My haitus is overrrrrr  I’ll get to work on drafts and the like as soon as I can, although– one of my cats bit my finger, and that makes it a bit hard to type, so those will probably come slowly… 

Also, I wanted to announce that I finally made an art blog, which I’ll post my doodles and or artwork on. So if you’ve enjoyed my little sketches and whatnot, then you’ll probably enjoy that.  Said blog can be found here 

All in all, glad to be back.

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While I was on haitus a bunch of chara blogs followed me...  Not sure how to feel about this. 

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“…I wonder if Sans is busy tomorrow night…”

I imagine this takes place before Sans and Toriel are in a relationship and Toriel has all these feelings for the skeleman that she doesn’t know what to do with IM not SORRY I JUST WANTED TO DRAW SANS WITH TENTACLES OK

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i don’t remember why i drew this 

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Soooo figured I should give notice, so people don’t think I’m dead–  I’ll be going on a short Haitus for a while, least till exams are over and done with. Just trying to keep up with replies and studying is becoming to stressful sooo– This haitus will end when exams are over and my winter break starts :3

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The Askbox is officially open! :3 Feel free to shoot this little cinnamon roll with your questions-

      “I did not ask for this…

                             I don’t want to hurt you– I don’t want to hurt anyone! 

                                                                                                           so please… 

                                                             Just leave.”

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H…

They already hung up…

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( x )

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      The man paused for a moment, mind seeming to swim with thoughts-- and drown out reality. Would it really be a good idea to allow her to try...? He knew for sure that she wouldn’t be able to-- for he only knew two others that could understand the insufferable encryption, and those two people... Well, he was staying away from them for their own emotional stability. Seeming him now... seeing him as he was-- Well, it would do nothing but harm them.        His poor sons...        After a long moment of thought, in which his smile had vanished, and was replaced with a sadder one-- the man shook his head. Opened his mouth, and spoke.        The voice that spilled from him was nothing but a jumble of buzzes and high, screeching noises. Much like the static on a TV, but much, much more distorted and contorted. With every syllable that was spoken, the voice peeked-- bringing a kind of uneven rhythm to his voice. Undoubtedly, it was unpleasant to the ear.       “Ἷ ḋὄᾗ'ҭ ҭђἷᾗќ ҭђᾄҭ ᾧἷłł вἔ ᾄ ῥὄṩṩἷвἷłἷҭẏ...”

      The guilt of having her listen to such a noise-- quickly swept over the monsters being. This showed on his expression, despite how much he attempted to hide it--        Perhaps she would think a freak of him now...?

♥~ Emily too was having a diverting time. She’d never met as eccentric of a skeleton as he and he was rather gentle and understanding. His natural curiosity and patience reminded her a bit of her mother, Mhairgread. 

Dark eyes follow one of his bony digits as he points to a far off mountain. Her brow furrowed as she attempted to decipher his next message. 

He was sealed underground and released? Did he escape from his grave? And what was this about an encryption? 

She tilted her head in intrigue and offered, “Perhaps, you could speak for me? I adore puzzles. I can attempt to decrypt whatever code you speak in.” 

There it was. The thrill of another challenge. 

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     Sometimes, the scientist had the burning desire to seclude himself. To attempt to shut out all the information that constantly cycled through him-- and merely bask in the silence. It was only when your entire being was a filter for the world below, that you realized how precious silence truly was. Bringing as much of himself together as possible-- as to shut down the majority of incoming information-- he closed his eye sockets, and merely remained quiet.       It was then, that he heard the door to the room open. It was then, that he turned-- and faced the stranger. It was then, that he was met face to face with a human. 

     The being slumped slightly-- a nervous smile painting his expression. This one... he had neglected to watch him-- neglected to pay all that much attention to his progression. It was in this way, that fear crept up into his being--       His hands signed, unsteady--       ‘Hello... is there something you require?’

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It was already dark in the Underground, but certain areas, Waterfall, for example, seemed darker than others. Wetter, colder, but mostly darker. It made his skin crawl and his lip curl back from straight teeth, baring them against the eerie atmosphere that pervaded the swamp, however calm and quiet it might have been. Exploration of the Underground proved that the place was curious. Cold on one side, hot on the other, and just downright wet and depressing in between.

The echo flowers were his only companions; when he listened, they would repeat the last thing they heard, in a wispy caricature of the original voice. He was prepared for eerie, but not disturbing. A corridor he could swear wasn’t there before now presents itself to him, as well as…a figure. Who is this? A monster, obviously, but a friendly one, or one that would try to take his SOUL?

“Hullo?”

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     So another human had ended up here... huh? How sad. How sad that they be doomed to such a fate-- be doomed to a life within the underground. While the society here wasn’t bad, it was definitely not the home that they had come from. It was definitely a world in which they were not used to-- It was because of this, that the being had gained a kind of sympathy for them. For a long while, he merely followed them. Watching them. Observing-- much like a guardian angel or spirit. However, as the other grew more and more unsettled-- the scientist guessed that it was time for a change of action. 

     Knowing that if he were to completely show himself, he would more than likely scare the other down to the core. So, he chose a different approach. Bringing only a pair of hands into existence, he used them to wave ‘hello’ to the man, before starting to sign--      ‘Do not despair, for a friend is in the air.’ 

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How he’d gotten here, he wasn’t sure. A hiccup in the dimensional fabric, a rare seed of mercy, a simple “whoops” and here he was, but regardless, he had finally found a way off of Keftan…and right into somewhere even weirder, with glowing swamps and whispering flowers, gemstones glittering on the ceiling like stars, and a decided dampness to the air that made his breath fog when he wasn’t trying that hard to make it so.

It’s creepy, and the hairs of the back of the ginger’s neck prickle underneath his veritable cape of hair, single good eye darting about to take everything in. Thank the gods he had police training. “Where in Hell am I? More important, how do I get outta here…” He doesn’t even seem to really notice the oddity in the air, all he knows is that it’s making him very unsettled.

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     Truly, this child held a heart that had been dipped in sugar. Sweet. A nod came from the male, and while he didn’t fully believe in those words-- the thought was what counted. The thought that the child thought positively was enough for him.       The hands continued to sign--      ‘Okay. I will keep your words in mind-- and I will be there for you as well, Frisk. If you need anything at all, just call out my name. I will hear it, I promise.’ It was sad, but his words were literal. He supposed that this kind of existence had it’s perks... Although... ‘... I must ask a favor of you, though.’ The man’s expression dimmed to a small frown as he paused briefly, thinking of the words he wished to translate carefully-- 

     ‘... If you could, could you keep our meeting from the skeleton brothers? The news of my existence... Well, it wouldn’t be beneficial for them to hear. Or rather, it would be detrimental to them.’     ‘... They believe me to be dead, you see. However, if they were to see me in this kind of state... I’m sure that I would bring nothing but further sadness to them. A burden. So please... if you could keep my existence to yourself?’ 

*Those words meant more to Frisk than they could ever imagine. It was as if the weight of their own mistakes was lifted off their shoulders. For a while now Frisk had been feeling a bit, well, uncertain about their actions. Have they been doing the right thing? What could they have done better? Those thoughts were swept to the side by Gaster’s words.

*Despite tears returning to their eyes, they gave the monster a bright grin.

“Thank you, Mr. Gaster. Knowing that I’m making everyone here smile… It makes me really happy. And I want to see more of your smile too! ‘Cause you’re really nice, and you helped me a lot- more than you know.”

*Their tone grew more solemn, but they still maintained their overall cheerfulness.

“Everyone makes mistakes, and if we can’t fix them, we can at least count on our friends to make it easier. So I’ll always be there for you. Just remember that you’re wonderful too, okay?”

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     Death. It was something that the scientist not only dreaded, but hated with a burning passion. It separated families, even ruined others lives-- It was the ultimate equalizer, the ultimate end. The unstoppable force that stopped all. For monsters, there was nothing after death. No gods to pray to, no heaven or hell-- just nothing. Obliteration. Elimination. It was the ultimate equalizer. The ultimate knife that was able to cut through just about anything--      As he watched his loved ones fall, one after another-- something in the man seemed to snap. Frustration began to build within him, questioning why over and over. Why were they doing this...? Why couldn’t they just pass through peacefully?       Why did the ground have to be covered with dust?       It was because of these questions that needed answers, that he appeared in front of the child. A frown on his expression, and black body looming over them.       The man’s hands signed, rigid and full of emotion-- 

    ‘Tell me, child. Why do you wish to destroy this world?’