The echo was warm, welcoming, fatherly. Despite themself, Callisto felt a suddenly sharp stab of loneliness. A hesitant hand reached to touch the bioluminescent bloom, feeling the soft petals. Cupping their hands around the back of the echo flower, Callisto brought it closer to them again, whispering softly into it.
“ ... I ‘ m s t a r t i n g m y o r b i t a r o u n d J u p i t e r ...”
The child glanced back over at Gaster as the echo flower whispered back, smiling a little. They doubted he realized the significance of the nickname. He probably didn’t even know what it meant. That didn’t seem to bother them in the slightest. Callisto held their ear a little closer to the flower, trying to hear any fault in the replication of their voice and hearing none. The sound was immaculately clear at first, and as soft as the echo flower’s petals.
Little Moon? How curious.
The minuscule detail was noticed in the back of Gaster’s mind; he was much more interested in Callisto’s behavior.
In the Underground there weren’t many children. Few as they were, he saw even less with his job occupation. Regulation of the Core and certain experiments weren’t suitable for most children, and as much as Gaster loved science (with all his heart, really) he sometimes felt a pang in his soul at that. Children were so full of youth and life, so new to the world they lived in. Everything was magical to them.
Observing Callisto, he noted how they were in awe of the sotto voce imitations. The monster and human were illuminated a ethereal blue - the echo flowers also mimicked the infinitely distant starlight and comets in the high above galaxy, even further away beneath Mt. Ebott. It was beautiful. It was harmonious.
Gaster smiled.
“… L i t t l e M o o n , L i t t l e M o o n , h o w d o y o u d o … ?”
1: Which is worse, failing or never trying?
2: Are you doing what you believe in, or are you settling for what you are doing?
3: If happiness was the national currency, what kind of work would make you rich?
4: Are you more worried about doing things right, or doing the right things?
5: If you could offer a newborn child only one piece of advice, what would it be?
6: Would you break the law to save a loved one?
7: Are you holding onto something you need to let go of?
8: Do you push the elevator button more than once? Do you really believe it makes the elevator faster?
9: Have you been the kind of friend you want as a friend?
10: If you just won a million dollars, would you quit your job?
11: If we learn from our mistakes, why are we always so afraid to make a mistake?
12: What would you do differently if you knew nobody would judge you?
13: What do you love? Have any of your recent actions openly expressed this love?
14: If you were stranded on a desert island, what three items would you want to have with you?
15: If you had a time machine that would work only once, what point in the future or in history would you visit? Why?
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Rumor 'as it that you'll be tha' one settin' us all free. That true?
rumor has it; accepting
“Yes, sir!” Callisto nodded emphatically.
“Well, I mean… I’ll do my best. I just have to get through to Asgore. I’ve heard he’s very agreeable, though, so I think it’ll be alright.”
I really wanna see Callisto and Gerson hanging out together. That'd be the sweetest thing really - and just overall see Callisto getting close to monsters and having friends. And then a whole lotta angst =3c tbhiwantcallistotobeadoptedbygaster
but consider the following: what if callisto was adopted by gaster,,
and then he fell into the void
and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }
Your muse throws a punch at mine.
My muse throws a punch at yours.
Your muse suddenly grips my muse’s hair.
My muse suddenly grips your muse’s hair.
Your muse roughly grabs my muse’s arm.
My muse roughly grabs your muse’s arm.
Your muse grips my muse’s hips.
My muse grips your muse’s hips.
Your muse wraps their hands tightly around my muse’s neck.
My muse wraps their hands tightly around your muse’s neck.
Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.
My muse slams yours against a wall hard.
Your muse pushes my muse to their knees.
My muses pushes your to their knees.
Your muse bites mine.
My muse bites yours.
Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them.
My muse clutches their hand tightly around your muse’s mouth to silence them.
Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists.
My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.
Your muse attempts to shove away mine.
My muse attempts to push off yours.
Your muse roughly kisses mine.
My muse roughly kisses yours.
Your muse pins mine onto the ground.
My muse pins yours to the ground.
Your muse delivers beatings to mine.
My muse delivers beatings to yours.
Your muse breaks my muse’s arm.
My muse breaks your muse’s arm.
Mun chooses.
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