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ContinuedΒ from here (X)
Puppet was quite frankly concerned, that she thought this game was remotely acceptable....but it's not like heβd be the one facing any major consequences... plus he was bored.
"Sure, it sounds like fun! Do you wanna start or should I?"
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Beep. Beep. Beep.
Not anotherΒ one,Β Aster thought, staring in sheer frustration at his monitors. The wall of monitors had lit up for what felt like the five billionth time this month alone, Wingdings written across them in the very same sentence theyβd always said.
ββ ββΌππββΌ πβββπββππ¬π±βΌβπββπ ββΌ π§βπβ πβπβ β
INTRUDER DETECTED. PROCEED OR SHUT DOWN?
βShut down,β Aster groaned, slamming his head against his keyboard and leavingΒ βkgjghgjhsβ written on an open undermail. God, he didnβt want to deal with this shit. Not today. Not everΒ again. Why did everyone always end up in hisΒ fucking timeline? It better as shit just have been Alphys forgetting her key card again.
Ding!
Aster looked up from his keyboard, squinting at the message in the bottom right of the screen.
β‘βπ ββββ ββ β πβ βΌββπ πβ πββΌπ£βββΉπ¬βΌββπ β βπβ
You have one unread undermail. Read now?
βEh...β Aster mumbled to himself.Β βSure.β What would be the harm in that? It wasnβt like he could get mailΒ from other timelines...
Fragmented
[[ Continued from here -X- ]]
He was about to say something about her request but held onto his words for a brief moment. Another one of her? This had puzzled him even more, he knew the doctor could help but remembering his situation said otherwise. Either way, he only gave a shrug to her as he spoke up,
βEh...Sorry, I donβt know much about medicine myself and frankly,Β I don't know who else that could be of much help."
When she had mentioned her plight of needing medicine this had certainly brought up some concerns within him as he felt the need to ask,
"So why exactly do you need medicine anyway? Your condition isn't too harmful...right?"
He knew this shouldn't be of any business to ask about considering thing's like this tend to dive down into personal territory and there was an uncertain feeling on what he could do to lend a hand.
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Facade wanted to rush to his side and hold him like a baby, though she couldn't worry him more than he already was. Instead she took one of his hands and gently massaged it, working in some of her magic. Her administrations were gentle and as loving as possible, hoping to let him knowshe was there for him. (a-bitter-facade)
(Send in your museβs reaction to hearing my muse thrashing and crying out amidst the throes of a nightmare.)
Gloopyβs body shook, breath coming in shallow gasps as the last of the nightmare faded. He was visibly terrified, eyes staring forward with confused intensity. Like he didnβt know where he was. Like the human was still here.
It took a while for the paranoia to wear off, he kept telling himself it wasnβt real. He had to keep repeating it to himself,Β βItβs not real, itβs not real. Iβm safe, Iβm alright...β
But Sans and Papyrus were still dead.
He began to laugh. Laugh at himself. He was pathetic. A failure of a father. He didnβt deserve his children back. He didnβt deserve anyone back. If he was half a worthy enough person to deserve a family, he would have protected them. They would still be alive.
The pained laughter decayed into crying. He hadnβt been good enough. He hadnβt tried hard enough. His sons were dead be cause of him, they were all dead because of him!Β
He felt like he had the weight of the world on his heart. He wished it would crush him.
A sudden touch alarmed Gloopy then. He threw whoever it was back with the aid of magic, the paranoia returning quickly. Even when he turned to see who it was, it took a moment for him to recognise her.
βFacade..?β his magic failed, releasing itβs hold of her Soul. He felt a cold dread settle on his mind. He had hurt his friend, he had attacked them!
βOh my goodness, oh my goodness! Facade Iβm so sorry!β he got up, torn between rushing to her side and staying far away. In this state, he couldnβt guarantee his magic would stay dormant when he needed it to.
Panic ensued in his mind, and he found himself moving forward despite his fear of further injuring the other fragment. Unthinking, he helped her up again. But his movements were hesitant and awkward. He felt a sudden need to explain himself, unaware of his anxious rambling.
βFacade Iβm so sorry, I-I thought you...I was having this nightmare a-and when I woke up I thought I was alone..a-and then you were there and I didnβt realise it was you. I thought...I thought you were someone else. Oh my goodness, oh my God...Iβm so sorry!β
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A thought about them that theyβd never share: He feels like sheβs much too good for him, andΒ subtlyΒ suspects that she doesnβt really think heβs cute at all.First impression of them: Β Independent, felt like she knew how to handle tough situations. Got the impression that sheβs very ambitious.Β Favorite thing about them: Finds her presence to be very comforting, feels like he can trust her. Likes the fact that sheβs easy to talk to, and fascinating to listen to.Β Least favorite thing about them: Rather concerned for her wellbeing, feels like she may have put that aside in the past and suffered greatly as a result.Β Hopes for their future relationship: While he will insist that he just wants to be friends, Gloopy does wonder about taking things further.
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Nomad flinched at her first words, but tried to relax when she spoke again. Never for long, hah... it was not as if he was looking, anyway. He had already loved and lost eons ago--and if the Void was as cruel as she said (and oh how he knew it was and how much it hurt and all he wanted was to leave and go home), there was hardly a point in trying again.
Trying to keep his voice steady, he spoke again, though within the harsh tones it wavered.
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"I... Ah... yes, there are a lot. I have been doing some preliminary estimation, and there must be hundreds, if not thousands. And so many timelines that have happened... As many as I have seen, I am sure there are countless I have not even been able to fathom."
[ I legitimately want to know how skeletons can be chunky. Its for science, so 'big boned' will not count as an answer. ] (a-bitter-facade)
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* welp. since βbig bonedβ isnβt acceptable, guess i have tibia honest with ya.
* itβs a bit like peanut butter.
* sometimes you get chunky, sometimes you get smooth.
* no one knows how either is made, it just happens that way.
[ Can someone please explain to me why eggnog is only available at the end of the year? I'm getting nauseated drinking anything else... I need my fix! ] (a-bitter-facade)
β I think b-because eggnog is a c-classic drink for the holidays in winter which is near the end o-of the year. I h-have never had the drink m-myself so Iβm not s-sure β
