W.D. Gaster (
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nexus_sages2015-11-18 11:32 am
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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.]
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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[How very...literal minded of her...?]
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Then I shall do my best to be happy.
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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]
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I fell into one of my inventions, and deleted myself.
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[Her head bobs gently at an angle. She doesn't know that techy of a word! Her world runs on Ye Olde Victorian Bloodpunk!]
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Nor do I. My place is within the Hunter's Dream, not this transitory location.
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I would not belong anywhere. It isn't a feeling I am unused to.
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[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]