#human!pascal

[its not entirely sure what its doing here other than just contemplating the vastness of reality outside of its lived experience, but it snaps out of it when it sees a strange human approaching the workshop]

HAULT, FLESH UNIT!

-@emotionally-anxious-spybots

Pascal skids to a halt like Ymir asked him to, and is immediately relieved upon seeing it.

“YEEMS! Yeems, buddy I dont know whats happening and im SCARED im squishy and everything feels sticky and-“

He took a moment to breathe, god, he hated how his chest burned from overexerting himself. How sensitive ARE humans?!

“What do I DO?!?!”

Human!Maximus and Pascal sketchdump

"HEY-!"

He remembers that he has a human mouth with human teeth now. And uses that information to bite the anon.

clickyclickyclickyclicky

"Mine now."

"BWAH-"

The force of the plushie being tossed at Pascal knocks him right onto the floor. poor guy.

"tabarnak... This thing's mine now, thanks."

He held up the plushie to get a better look at it, staring into its big button eyes as he did so.

"Your name is now Van."

[ Pascal didn’t notice anything different at first, besides his bed feeling much more comfortable than it usually did. But then, as soon as he opened his eyes, he realized- ]

His hands weren’t the right colour. Quickly he shot upright- his entire body was the wrong colour, now a pale skin tone instead of the maroon painted metal he was used to seeing. He felt so squishy too, and it was making him feel sick.

He rushed over to the mirror of his room, and in the reflection was a human he didn’t recognize. A boy with neck-length, curly, mahogany brown hair and bright amber eyes stared back at him, and Pascal YELPED.

Quickly, he rummaged through his drawer to find something to throw on- he didn’t want to look at this fleshy form any longer than he had to. He found a dark red hoodie, a pair of black pants, and some gloves, which all felt way more cozy than they otherwise would on his metallic body.