#mhgaster

✋ Also cue Gaster drifting back a full inch once his eyes settled on the pointed-to sprig, as if it were some form of… Void-Away Charm. Not once removing his attention from it, he set about explaining;

          ☛ While I can only guess why your grey monster might have done such a thing, I can certainly explain to to you what that is, Four-Eyes. That is called mistletoe and it is commonly placed above the threshold of door-ways and entrances in the hopes that two individuals may wind up beneath one. Standing tradition states that any two monsters that find themselves standing beneath a sprig of mistletoe ‘must kiss,’ but it is nothing more than a suggestion and does not need to be upheld.

˚̩͙⚛ There’s a quiet noise that sounds from the illusionist but its far too soft to really distinguish just what it was. Frustration probably. The answer at least was helpful and they made mental note to take down the rest of it once this was sorted out.

*T hank you but.. could you perhaps a s s i s t me in getting this off? I cannot see it very well and I would rather not cause any sort of damage..

@j-o-i-n-m-e

˚̩͙⚛ It seemed that the time of day did not matter to the illusionist. Having long since lost their sense of what was considered day and night by now- aside from the vacant roads of the comfortable little town of Snowdin. Where monsters had retired to their beds for some time. Leaving nothing but the quiet silence of the air. Save for the soft sound of snow crunching beneath their form as they moved past the buildings.

˚̩͙⚛ Whether or not it was intentional for them to be the only ones out like this was unclear. But still they seemed to continue on past the town, heading towards the direction of the door leading to the ruins. Seems as though being in town was not part of their plans after all even if things were dead for the time being.

˚̩͙⚛  Whatever was their plans to begin with, they seemed to have been easily sidetracked as their top set of eyes glanced to their left. Catching sight of an odd door just sitting there. Drawing their attention enough to stop their movements and turn to face it. Focusing all four eyes on the surface of it for a little while.

˚̩͙⚛ Normally they would’ve just continued on had this looked to be a door leading to someone's home. Yet this wasn’t the case. As there was no home visibly connected to it. Rather it just looked like a misplaced door for some sort of comedic effect for something that they were unaware of.

˚̩͙⚛ Still, they were curious now and slowly approached it. Eyes shimmering for a moment as two floating, gloved hands were summoned forth. Resting at their sides for a second before reaching out with their right to just touch the door- making sure it was real. Just before reaching the doorknob with their free hand and opening it.

˚̩͙⚛ Sure it was pitch black inside but that didn’t sway the illusionist from slipping inside. Leaving the bitter cold of the snow and feeling only a small gush of wind blowing past as the door was closed behind them and the hands dismissed for now.

˚̩͙⚛ They kept silent for what felt like hours. Their multicolored eyes scanning the void around them for any sort of sign of life. Whatever that would be here. When that was proving to be a pointless effort did they step further in and spoke up.