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[how. when. why. He couldn't understand it, yet... here he was.

Something that even here, didn't belong. His form was tenuous at best, clipping through walls and the ground, and he himself seemed vaguely startled, the lights inside his sockets darting around nervously as the tall, seemingly void like being wrung his pierced hands.

Where was this?

Was he... he felt-

He could feel.

The entity just seemed to be stuck looking at his hands, edges glitching and pixelating sharply as tears started to collect in the corners of his sockets.]

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Natasha has seen some strange things. Some truly awful things that should not exist in any world.

This is something she has never seen before. She knows about the safety of the nexus however, and approaches cautiously.

"...You alright, big guy?"

A strange sound, like a game jamming, and he fuzzed and almost faded out of sight, startled. It looked like malfunctioning computer code-

And then he was back, staring at her in wonder. She... was... She couldn't possibly be.

"Y̺̱̻͔̺͕̩̜̯̱̻̯̻̰͙̙͉̘͕͢Ǫ̛͚̬̝̜͞U̸̙̘͍͖͎̩̻͉̲̰͕̭̫̜̤̺̣̝̕ ̶̺̫̱͎̯̼̣͚͟ͅC͏̶̢̯̺̘͈͙͍͍͓̗͔͎̤̞̹̤̻͟Ạ̵̯̹̙̲͔͙͡N̵̛̲̬̰̫͍͖̪̝̞̬̙̘̳̮͞-̸̧̕͠҉͉̥̻̱̞̺̘̞"

It was impossible, he caught himself before he could continue, as warped and ruined as his voice was, quickly signing the rest.

You can see me?

Sure can, Big Guy. Plain as day except for when you disappear like that.

Luckily, American sign language is one of many Agent Romanov is fluent in. He seems more comfortable with it, and her chances for sleeping tonight go up if they're talking this way too.

Everybody wins!

Good, he'd hate to horrify anyone here. He smiles, it's an awkward, shy expression on his face, and the entity straightens a little.

I apologize, I... am not used to this. Being seen. Or real. Or anything, actually, sunlight included.

How is this possible, what happened? Where am I? Where is the underground? Do you know who returned me to a solid state?

Wait this was all probably very confusing and he had not even introduced himself-

I apologize, I'm just a little overwhelmed right now. My name is Doctor W.D Gaster. I've been... lost for over a decade.

Edited 2015-11-19 03:01 (UTC)

Call me Natasha. Best to keep it simple, for now.

She'll pull out one of the many welcome brochures the Nexus hands out to newcommers and gently place it in his hands.

This is a meeting place. Many worlds. Many times. I don't know where your world is. Or how you got here.

He takes it, looking a bit forlorn. Then, she would not know how he came to exist in this realm. How could they recreate it at home if he didn't know how it worked here? Still, he put a grateful smile on his face, tucking the brochure away... somewhere. It just seemed to be absorbed into him.

I see. How curious... Then I will not know how I came to exist in this world.

Thank you anyway, Natasha, I am grateful for the information.

Perhaps, for now, it would be best if I did not return home.

Will it bother you if I ask....what happened?

The good doctor is not like anything Natasha has seen before and she's seen pissing contests between gods, and fought aliens. This is new.

Would you disappear again if you found your home?

I was the royal scientist. I created a device capable of rending apart old magic, and tearing into reality.

I fell into it.

My life as a physical being ended, and I was scattered through out reality.

... I am no one, Natasha. I have been no one for ten years. I have been erased from time and space.

Until now, so it would seem.

I can only assume that will be my fate dare I attempt to return. After ten years... I fear the darkness.

Most people with a tale like that I see usually end up a lot more angry and revenge-oriented than you seem to be. A beat and a pause while Natasha steps closer, and then tentatively pats him on the shoulder.

She's also gotten used to handling large animal-like people.

I'm sorry that happened to you, for what it's worth.

There is no one to blame but myself. Who would I ever be angry with? It was my own fault, my own clumsiness that doomed me. My own invention carried out under my own orders. There's a small, sad chuckle, the vaguely skeleton like figure wiping tears from his sockets with his free hand.

It does mean something, thank you. No one even remembers I was alive. It... has been a long decade.

No one knows I was alive either. And I'm still here.

At least he's found someone who can sympathize.

It is quite a feeling, isn't it? To see the world continue on without you. He'll take that quite literally.

Nothing is different. No one knows I was alive, and no one has been impacted by that. Not even my children.

"You have children." Natasha stresses gently. That's something. Even if they don't know him. They exist.

"Did your invention...make everyone forget?"

I had them. They are no one's children, now. In fact, it was quite literal, and he chuckled sadly.

My invention deleted me from reality. They have not forgotten. How can you forget what technically was never there to begin with?

[Hello strange skeletonman made of Fun. Don't mind this pale maiden of great stature staring mutely curious at you. Even when you glitch out and are all over the place, you can feel her gaze crawl up you back.]

[He feels it. It's a sensation he hasn't felt in a long time. He looks up, blinking, and stares at her. Dead back at her.

... That is the look of a person who can see him.

Awkwardly, he signs at her]

Hello.

[You are so lucky she has the Insight to presume what he had said.]

Greetings, strange one. Thine form is weak and spread greatly for one whom exists not in a dream. Are you whole?

[Tact? What's that? Gimmie my desired answers >.<9]

[No one here knows sign language, this is going to be hard]

I see you noticed.

[Well he's not offended. He figured it might be slightly obvious]

I must say, I am not entirely sure, madam. I barely know if I am here.

[It is a script most occult, the speaking with hands

The figure approaches and solemnly points directly at Gaster, letting the scientist see the segmented joints of her fingers and the clear artificial nature of her form]

You are here, strange one. For the moment, you are here.

[He notices. Not unlike the joints of his own hands, but then, he isn't a doll, is he?]

I suppose I am. For the moment. I should be happy, shouldn't I?

If it is what you desire, then you should. It is up for you to decide.

[How very...literal minded of her...?]

[He just chuckles softly]

Then I shall do my best to be happy.

[She bows shallowly, a solemn nod accompanying it]

Very well then.

[.......well that a bit of an awkward pause.....]

[....]

[....]

[...!]

Strange one, how did you come to be as this? What manner of calamity befell you to scatter yourself so wholly?

[She's seen some shit, she knows but fuck this whole 'being blasted to metaphysical pieces but still conscious' thing is bugging the crap out of her]

Edited 2015-11-20 20:41 (UTC)

[That sure is an awkward pause. But he waits patiently hands folded for the time being until he was given cause to reply]

I fell into one of my inventions, and deleted myself.

Deleted?

[Her head bobs gently at an angle. She doesn't know that techy of a word! Her world runs on Ye Olde Victorian Bloodpunk!]

Removed myself from reality. I no longer exist.

And yet here you are.

Here I am. It is quite a feeling. I still do not quite belong.

[Do you mind being touched? Because the doll will close the distance and lay her room temperature hands on your shoulder in something approaching compassion for his situation.]

Nor do I. My place is within the Hunter's Dream, not this transitory location.

[He doesn't mind. Touching him is like touching static]

I would not belong anywhere. It isn't a feeling I am unused to.

[She doesn't respond again. Partially because she ran the gamut of her capacity to help someone who wasn't high on blood or insight, but also because being able to feel static despite being created to not be able to? Its really fascinating!]

[At some point in these moments of silence, Gaster might feel a tugging on whatever he has that passes for a pant leg. If he were to look down, he would see that the tugging was cause by strange small beings that appeared as if from a dream. The Doll sees them, the little ones, the Messengers and smiles adorably at them]

Edited (stupid busted ass link) 2015-11-22 16:11 (UTC)

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