#madcom gestalt

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Phobos wasn't having it today.

The merging process had failed. He was left in the paws of his poor beloved, a nasty gash in his side. He hissed as Gestalt poked it. "Don't do that!" he snarled.

Gestalt flinched at his master's harshness and let out a whine. "Plwease," he mumbled. "Lemmy. . . see."

Phobos huffed. "No."

Gestalt whimpered pathetically but obliged to Phobos's wish. He gently wrapped up the small god in his capes, smiling gently. "Thmall. . ."