DEATH Doesn’t D I S C R I M I N A T E              between The SINNERS              

Too invested in looking over their notes, Callisto really wasn’t paying any attention to their surroundings until Burgerpants returned with the glittery bag. Glamorous wasn’t a very appetizing smell, but it had their stomach rumbling again. Instead of smiling timidly, Callisto’s thinned face broke out in a wide grin. They were both excited and grateful at the prospect of fresh, warm food.

“I didn’t see that, don’t worry!” They dropped their journal almost instantaneously to accept the food.

“It smells so good, I--oh my gosh, thank you,” Opening the bag, Callisto peered in. It was more food than they’d seen in the last week. On any other day, they wouldn’t have touched any of it, but with as hungry as they were... Well, it felt like this monster had just given them the equivalent of a Thanksgiving dinner. Callisto felt like they might cry. Instead of digging right in, they first closed the back back up and set it atop their journal carefully before wrapping their arms around Burgerpants’s waist in a tight hug. They didn’t think they’d ever be able to thank him enough, let alone repay him. He had risked his job, after all.

“Thank you thank you thank you, mister!”

The sensible half of his brain was telling Burgerpants to stroll right back into the kitchen and forget all about the kid. Let someone else handle them. They’d been taking care of themselves well enough for this long - which, he ruefully had to admit, was not true. And damn, when the scrawny little thing spoke up all abashed and their stomach grumbled, he couldn’t just go back in his word. It was way too late for the ol’ cat to back out by then. 

 “Okay. Okay, so,” He started, “I’ll hope back in, snag a glamburger and…uh, looks like you’re gonna need more than one little buddy. Alright, um, Alright a few glamburgers the. Yeah, sounds good.”

Soon as he scrambled up a plan BP brought his blunt up to his lips one more time, soothing his anxieties for a second. “I hope this doesn’t end up like last time with those two dumpster girls.” 

 Mumbling to himself, a habit almost as bad as his smoking, the stressed MTT employee slipped off into the building. Several monsters sauntered inside the resort from time to time. They hardly paid a second glance at Callisto; but just as a moldsmal passed by Burgerpants finally returned after a good twenty minutes. A couple swears later and a ferocious, jiggly scolding later he stood before Callisto once more. 

 “Um…I got you the food. A couple glamburgers. One fell out when…did you see? When I ran into that guy?“ He held out a glittery doggy bag while babbling. Strange that burgers could smell so…glamorous. "I dropped one. Sorry, little buddy. But! I got a you a steak too. So that should be enough, um…”

RP starters: Concern.

“It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!”

“Stop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried!”

“Blood? Are you bleeding?”

“I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.”

“I thought I would never see you again…”

“We should get you to hospital.”

“Where did all those bruises came from?”

“I have the right to be worried!”

“Have you been drinking? You look terrible.”

“Sleep at my place tonight.”

“I don’t feel safe letting you be alone when you’re in that shape.”

“Please talk to me about it.”

“Let me take care of you.”

“You need to rest now. Don’t move.”

“How many times have I told you to not go there?”

“You could’ve died, you know…”

“I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”

“You really need to stop drinking. I’m serious.”

“This time you got yourself into a hospital. I think that’s a sign.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“You need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.”

“I’m your friend, of course I care!”

“You know I’m always here for you, right?”

“You’re not okay.”

“I’m just trying to help you.”

“Let me clean your wounds…”

“Why did you do it? Tell me.”

Callisto had quietly tried to reply several times, but the cheery monster hadn’t seemed to notice. They were quickly becoming overwhelmed, fearful, even, their heart pounded in their chest. He was so interested in their soul, everything about them. They wrung their hands and let out a breathy laugh.

“I didn’t even know what color it was before I fell,” They managed to stutter out finally. “Funny, huh? Everyone down here is so nice, I--” They didn’t know what to say. They didn’t really deserve the kindness. Not when their soul meant... Not when their soul meant so much.

“I’m sad that I have to go. It’s very... Interesting down here. The echo flowers in particular are really amazing! See, I tried,” they bent to pick up their journal, “to study them, to figure out what makes them echo, but... I didn’t really get anywhere with it. There’s just so much to learn down here.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, Callisto. You must be far from home, hm?” Gaster chuckled lightly, a  sympathetic note in the sound. “I’ve head rumors of a child making their way through Waterfall. A temmie informed me though, so it wasn’t exactly a reliable source. But,” He exclaimed, “it seems they were correct!”

Well and truly the scientist seemed delighted at Callisto’s presence. If they were anxious or anything of the sort he hardly noticed past his genuine intrigue. 

“It’s been some time alright since we’ve had a newcomer. The Underground must provide a host of entertainment for a surface dweller such as yourself! Not as much as the surface, surely, but it’s interesting regardless.”

A pang of sorrow, or yearning even crossed Gaster’s glee at the mention of the surface. He soon brightened again, hardly giving Callisto a chance to speak themself. 

“And my, your soul! Purple! I’ve never seen that colour before.” The twinkle in his dual black-and-white eyes only gleamed brighter. He marveled at all the quirks he’d noticed right off the bat but remained in place; Gaster had no intention of invading their personal space, no more than he intended to overwhelm them.

Really, he was only succeeding in one of those.

The ridges and faults of Europa’s icy surface. It’s one of Jupiter’s many moons. Galileo, March 29, 1998. NASA/JPL/MICHAEL BENSON, KINETIKON PICTURES, COURTESY OF FLOWERS GALLERY

we are all stranger creatures than when we started out as kids

northern downpour // panic! at the disco

BLACK VELVET NEBULA CAKE

This website applies water ripple effects to your pictures and I doodles echo flowers to try it out because I am Undertale trash.

My muse has fallen asleep while clutching something your muse needs back. How does your muse react?

Originally posted by heyitsfayth