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[voidedman]

[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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[emboldsursicklyspirit]

And yet here you are.

[voidedman]

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

[emboldsursicklyspirit]

[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.

[voidedman]

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

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

[emboldsursicklyspirit]

[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]