#amarp

     Gundam had spent the whole day just wandering the area around Spiral’s End Tower, trying to get a grasp for the environment. When he woke up this morning, it was just him and his hamsters Dark Devas of Destruction. It wasn’t before long that he ran into a stray dog. A few minutes later, he found another one. And then another one.

    It lead to the current situation where he was surrounded by a small horde of them; an army at his disposal! This was both heaven and hell. There should have been some happiness about this, and yet he was staring at his new friends with sadness. Were they separated from their owners, or did they die while their owners lived on? Most of them seemed hungry, so here he was now. Sitting not too far from a shop where he had purchased a large bag of dog food and paper plates to feed them on, distributing the food equally between the dogs. It wasn’t the usual high quality, homemade food he would have liked to feed these animals, but it would do for now.

    Some of the dogs curled up near Gundam, his hands rubbing as many as could reach behind the ears. A couple were sniffing at the hamsters hanging out of Gundams pockets, who were glaring right back. Two dogs, a golden retriever and a chihuahua, were wandering around before approaching this new girl with two-toned hair, circling around her and sniffing her feet before wagging their tails with excitement, hoping for more pats.

     It was best to avoid magical symbols and the sorts, just as a general rule. He had spent his life studying the craft when he wasn’t busy tending to the mighty beasts who yielded to him. He would even practice the art in secrecy, sharing what he learned through a hidden spell (really just a secret button that looked like a cat which must be clicked on 40 times rapidly) on his animal breeding blog.

    So, while he was in this new realm of possibilities and powerful magic, there were many things he could share with his fellow spellbinders. There was some stuff he had already seen that he was prepared to show, and he had a new topic of study already.

    He had seen it earlier, and at the back of his mind the symbol of his curiosity sat. A circle with a triangle in the center. Was it just something so simple? No, impossible! There had to be more. There must be more to it. But what? Was it something he should fear more, or was it harmless? No. The bearer of the necklace had the aura of a man who should not be messed with.

    So what was Gundam going to do? Mess with him of course. He wanted answers, and wanted them now. It was best to not keep The Supreme Rule of Ice waiting.

    The questions of what it was constantly barged into his head all day, so now he was on a mission to understand. Perhaps it symbolized a magical entity far beyond the imagination the mortals of his own realm could possibly imagine or understand. That just begged him to question the topic further.

Even in this strange, new world people were treating him like a child. Not that this surprised Shinichi Conan in the slightest, but it didn’t make it any less irritating. Here he was, trying to get information about where he was, but most of what he got was some cheek pinching, baby-talk, and tiny bits of information. There were the odd bits of information about Spirals Tower and having a partner, and then some mutterings about someone else asking the exact same questions.

So far he had gathered these clues about that said person; dark-skinned, had a thick accent (he asked if it was Osakan, but most people didn’t seem to know what that was), wore a baseball cap, and seemed to be in his teens.

“But… that’s impossible.”

Of course, memories of his best friend, Hattori, came flooding back to him. It was impossible not to think about him with that information. It described him perfectly. This was an impossibility though. An event that could not come to fruition. Maybe a few months ago, but not anymore.

It still weighed heavy on Conan. The death of his friend.

It didn’t take Conan long to be next to him, grabbing onto the back of his shirt like the needy child he truly was at this moment. It would have been better if he could just grab his shoulder and force his attention towards him, but he was much too short for that and all gratefulness for his size was gone. Conan could just barely see it from this angle, but those features… it had to be him!

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      There was a flood of emotions upon entering this new world, a bag of new items in his hand, but he cared little for what was in there.Papyrus had taken a teensy peek, but instantly noticed a fragment of bone inside. It made his non-existent stomach queasy. 

      Was this some sort of sick joke...?

      It only made the nagging in his thoughts worse. 

      AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT IF THAT’S A PART OF SANS’ BONE? IT’S THE FUNNY BONE, RIGHT? OH GOD. WHERE IS SANS? IS HE OKAY? WHERE ARE THE REST OF OUR FRIENDS!? A-ARE THEY GONE FOR GOOD, OR ARE THEY ALSO HERE!? OH NO. OH NOOOOOO! WHAT IF... WHAT IF THEY’RE DEAD? WHAT IF... SANS IS DEAD...? I-I DON’T THINK I CAN LIVE WITHOUT SANS... SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

      Papyrus’ internal screaming turned to external screaming as his boisterous voice echoed through the entire Core. It was sure his screams for his big brother could be heard for miles. To add to the mess he was sobbing and running around, tears coming from his eye sockets. Surely that was impossible but he proved to do the impossible before. Too bad there weren’t any droughts around, he probably could have provided a lake. A magical, salt-water lake.