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Who doesn’t love soul-crushing angst? Send me a 💔 and I’ll generate a number, 1-75, and post a starter based on what scenario I get.

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62. Your muse shows up at my muse’s house crying.

The lab was practically Gasters home since he never left it. Well that was true until he had moved in with Grillby, but even then a lot of his time was spent in the lab. He felt a little bad about diverting so much attention to his work, but Gaster couldnt help it. 

Smiling, he wondered how much prodding it would take to set the other off.He leaned forward on the desk, unbothered by the wet black ooze that coated it.

“Fuuuck, y-you certainly aren’t weaker t-then my Grillby.”

 I may have already said this but I reached 500 followers guys! Omg I never expected to get his far, really. I had never really rplayed before I started this blog and yet I somehow convinced 500 of you that I am good at. Though really thank you for following me and interacting with me. I am so happy that I started this rp blog, cause I met so many awesome people and rpers. Ive also had so much fun on here because of all of you. So again and I am probably going to say this a thousand more times, thank you so much for following me. 

Now since I have seen it so much I guess I shall also put down a small biased list. These people are awesome and I am really very happy that I got to interact with them.

Preparing for the storm

Both soldiers waited for their King to give the signal to his army, bracing themselves for the upcoming massacre. The warrior knew what waited him once both armies clashed, he had been there many times, he was ready, he felt ready; the mage was facing his first battle on the front side, he had an idea but no amount of mental preparation could get him ready for what he was about to face.

Long ago, during the war 

Both soldiers, warrior and mage, stood looking down at their fallen comrade, their friends, their families. The warrior walk to his friend as he stood frozen on top of both dust and blood, contemplating the lives he had taken and those that died to protect him and all monsterkind. He was relieved his friend was alive.

The mage barely noticed his friend walking up to him, he was startled but the warmth of his hand calmed him for a moment, his glow was dim with worry and exhaustion, expression somehow relaxed besides his injury. He was glad that his friend was alright.

____________________________ I’ve been reading a lot of Undertale war fanfics, especially @m-galovania​ Hellfire (which I have read many many times), and  A Flame in the Dead of Night by Silver_setting_sun on AO3. This doesn’t happen in any of both stories but they were source of inspiration.

I found out that fire proof/heat resistant rope exists so ………………Here ya go. 

Bonus: 

Smiling, he wondered how much prodding it would take to set the other off.He leaned forward on the desk, unbothered by the wet black ooze that coated it.

1. Dat burning ass.

If I had such interaction with a literal fire, I’d be sweating too. :P

2. Grillster: light vs. dark contrast.