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It occured to Callisto--perhaps a bit belatedly--that they really shouldn’t have gone on ahead without Gaster. He was much more confident, smart, composed--

“H-Hey, come on, just listen. Please,” They held their notebook out, open to their notes. “Look, it’s--I have a plan, sir--”

Asgore didn’t even look like he’d heard them. Callisto threw themself to the ground to attempt to avoid Asgore’s trident, though they did end up with a rather nasty gash on their bicep and a complimentary tear in the sleeve of their sweater. Their journal was dropped, loose pages scattering across the bed of flowers. They first grabbed at the wound, but all that did was get blood all over their hands.

Callisto still scrambled to gather up what they could, and stood again, eyes watery with tears. They took a shaky breath, sniffling a bit and readjusting their glasses. It was their turn to make a move, after all. Quivering, they flipped back to where they had furiously scribbled all of Gaster’s important points--why this was more efficient, why it was better, what good it’d do in the long run--and took another breath. A few stray tears slipped out, but Callisto dashed them away quickly.

Gaster would not be shaking in his boots.

Gaster would’ve convinced Asgore to discuss this over a steaming cup of tea by now.

I’m going to die. The thought was sudden; unwelcome. Callisto pushed it away.

“You s-see, if you would a-allow me to explain... Y-You don’t h-have to hurt anyone, sir.” Their voice cracked, trembling. They were terrified, and it was clear for everyone to see. Being so easily read was only making them more afraid, though. Would that make them lose their credibility?

“I can just g-go back home, and bring back my foster parents, and... And...”

I’m going to die.

The hesitation was all Asgore needed to make his move again, this time opening another deep wound on their calf. Callisto dropped to their knees, but kept the journal clutched tight to their chest.

“W-Wait,” They whimpered softly. “Please,”

Dark red was staining the buttercups underneath them. They were going to die.

The sudden sound of frantic footsteps turned their head, back towards the long hallway they’d come down to get here. In the tall archway--

“Gaster?” Journal dropping, Callisto dragged themself to their feet, turning their back to Asgore. They were so relieved. He was here, he was going to tell Asgore it was all okay, and Callisto could go home. They could fix this all.

“You... You came for m-me?”

Three metal points, coated with a viscous, red substance--was that their blood?--sprouted from their chest. Callisto’s eyes flickered from their friend briefly to look down. It didn’t look real. Confused, they looked back up to Gaster. They couldn’t read his expression. Asgore must’ve yanked back on the trident because now they were lying on their back with three gaping holes in their chest, struggling to breathe. Gasping for air, their hand started to look for their journal. It must’ve fallen nearby--

“Callisto,” Oh, no. No no no no.

"Oh... Oh my god,” There was a pressure on their chest. He must’ve been trying to stanch the bleeding. Callisto had a vague feeling of guilt; blood stains would be hard to get out of his white fur. At least it’d grow out.

“Sorry,” It came out garbled. It hurt. Everything hurt. Callisto was afraid.

There were dozens of assurances that it was okay, that it wasn’t their fault, but they started crying anyways. They should’ve listened.

“Am I dying?”

“No, no, you aren’t dying. We’ll fix you up, Little Moon.” Callisto let out a short sob. He was wrong. Weakly, they pushed his paws off their chest--the blood was just soaking through anyways--and gripped a furry paw tightly in their hand, trying to look him directly in the eyes for once. Their breath rattled in out out raggedly, and when they tried to speak again, all that came out was blood. They sucked in a breath; they sucked in blood. They couldn’t breathe, they couldn’t breathe. They struggled, free hand gripping at the bloody buttercups underneath them, as if by holding onto something solid, something real, they could stay. They had to stay.

They had to tell him--

Callisto’s eyes rolled back, tensed muscles gradually loosening.

Their blood-stained hand let go of Gaster’s.

My muse is dead. Tell me how yours is dealing with it.

Pssttt, I’m bored. Send my muse anons about anything you’ve ever wondered about them or the people in their life.

Feeling a tad bit guilty for being so forward--they knew they wouldn’t have wanted someone to hug them like that--Callisto let go of the guy and took the invitation to dig in, snatching the little paper sack back up and digging into it, pulling out one of the few food items in it. It was glittery to te point of looking inedible, but Callisto started in on it anyways.

“What’s your name, mister?” They had to admit, they were pretty curious about this monster. Not too many others had worried much about Callisto’s well-being, and help wasn’t something they’d come by too often in their trip Underground. Besides... Maybe he could be a friend.

While they waited for his answer, they continued to wolf down the burger like it was the first thing they’d eaten in weeks. And to be fair, it was actually the most substantial thing they had eaten that week. 

At first he tried to play off the kid’s gratitude - sure he’d risked his job and all, but Burgerpants planned to brush it off like it was nothing. Just a couple burgers and a steak. That cost seven hundred and forty gold in total. 

“It’s nothin’-” Then they hugged him. His first instinct was to seize up - his fur stood on end and he held his arms high above them, stock still, gaping down like a catfish. Every muscle in his body was tense and rigid in shock. It wasn’t everyday (or any day honestly) that he was embraced, especially so graciously. 

“Uh…Yeah, little buddy.” After a second BP relaxed. His arms lowered, hovering at his sides hesitantly before he completely eased up. It was still awkward of course but it wasn’t so bad. A little affection and appreciation went a long way for a grizzled, exhausted guy like him. 

It was a hell of a lot better than getting whacked by his boss with a newspaper, that was for sure.

Patting their head gingerly once, twice, he motioned towards their food. “It’s no problem. Go ahead and dig in, kid. I can stick around for a couple more minutes, make sure dogs don’t try an’ snatch it up or something while you eat.”

Stargazing isn’t the same alone.

👏 //one last meme before I take to slumber - bloomingasters

fusions; accepting

* The fluffy, satyr-like monster seems to be at peace.

This fusion is a very calm one. There’s no internal battle; Gaster and Callisto are both pretty friendly with each other. So in theory, they could stay fused for much longer periods of time. Altogether, they’re a very happy fusion. They’re easily excited, fairly friendly, (Callisto has trouble with that, but Gaster is the social butterfly they always wanted to be) and as curious as ever. They also have an impeccable work ethic.

IMAGINE DRAGONS || starters

feel free to change pronouns , etc . ( )s resemble optional choices . more under read more .

❝  oh, this is just my luck. ❞ ❝  ( even if my way is wrong ) i keep pushing on and on and on and on… ❞ ❝  i can hardly stand myself. so what am i to you? ❞ ❝  i cannot breathe. ❞ ❝  your eyes, they shine so bright. ( i want to save that life. ) ❞ ❝  don’t get too close, it’s dark inside. ❞ ❝  it’s time to begin, isn’t it? ❞ ❝  my age has never made me wise. ❞ ❝  if i told you what i was, would you turn your back on me? ( would you be scared? )❞ ❝  welcome to the new age. ❞ ❝  i’ll admit i’’m just the same as i was. ❞ ❝  i won’t have it any other way. ❞ ❝  the path to heaven runs through miles of clouded hell. ❞ ❝  it’s a revolution, i suppose. ❞ ❝  don’t look back. ❞ ❝  i said it before, i won’t say it again. ❞ ❝  don’t wanna let you down. ❞ ❝  i’m just a slave unto the night. ❞ ❝  you can leave now, it’s your choice. ❞ ❝  remember when i broke you down to tears? ❞ ❝  this road never looked so lonely. ❞ ❝  and all these sorrows i have seen, they lead me to believe, that everything’s a mess. ❞ ❝  don’t you understand that I’m never changing who i am? ❞ ❝  this is no place to build your home. ❞ ❝  the shadows on my wall don’t sleep ( they keep calling me . beckoning … ) ❞ ❝  i’m dying to feel again, oh, anything at all. ❞ ❝  love is a game to you. ❞ ❝  they don’t see me come, who can blame them? ❞ ❝  we’re painted red to fit right in. ❞ ❝  your time will come if you wait for it. ❞ ❝  but with the beast inside there’s nowhere we can hide ❞ ❝  they never seem to catch my eye but i never wondered why. ❞ ❝  i’m sorry, mother … i’m sorry, i let you down. ❞ ❝  i wanna shelter you. ❞ ❝  but the rain won’t fall for the both of us. ( the sun won’t shine on the both of us. ) ❞ ❝  i could’ve gave up then, but then again i couldn’t have, ’cause i’ve traveled all this way for something. ❞ ❝  i won’t fall asleep. ❞ ❝  i’m giving up.❞ ❝  there’s nothing left to say now.❞ ❝  when you feel the heat look into my eyes.❞ ❝  get up now, get up. ❞ ❝  i know i took the path that you would never want for me. ( i know i let you down, didn’t i? ) ❞ ❝  about time for anyone telling you off for all your deeds. ❞ ❝  you kiss and you kiss and you love and you love. ❞ ❝  try to hear my voice. ❞ ❝  been dreaming of this since a child. ❞ ❝  will you trust me when i say that i’ll make it up to you somehow?❞ ❝  make no excuses waste of precious breath❞ ❝  life isn’t always what you think it’d be…turn your head for one second and the tables turn. ❞ ❝  it’s hard, believe me … i’ve tried. ❞ ❝  make no excuses waste of precious breath❞ ❝  emptiness is all you know. ❞ ❝  now remember when i told you that’s the last you’ll see of me? ❞ ❝  you said yourself fantastically, “congratulations you are all alone.” ❞ ❝  i love to be the underdog! ❞ ❝  if you love somebody , you better tell them while they’re here ’cause they just may run away from you. ❞ ❝  i’m sorry, lover. ❞ ❝  i’ve been waiting to smile. ❞ ❝  come with me and we will run away. ❞ ❝  these days I’m fine — no, these days i tend to lie.❞ ❝  i’ve got a lot that’s on my mind. ❞ ❝  i gave you hell through all the years.❞ ❝  i can’t escape this now, unless you show me how. ❞ ❝  i know it’s hard when you’re falling down and it’s a long way up when you hit the ground. ❞ ❝  my mind is made up nothing could change that. ❞ ❝  i’ll bleed out for you. ❞ ❝  i count my sins and i close my eyes and I take it in ❞ ❝  your eyes are red. ❞ ❝  what was right is wrong. ❞ ❝  where do we go from here? ❞ ❝  tell everybody, brothers, sisters, the ending is coming. ❞ ❝  everything is serious and everything is fatal. ❞ ❝  don’t tell me that i’m wrong. ❞ ❝  when everything is falling i’m gonna do the things you do. ❞ ❝  what was right is wrong. ❞ ❝  help me be a little more like you. ❞ ❝  will you just wait until i die? ❞ ❝  i don’t sleep so well at night ( waking up and shivering ) ❞ ❝  are they telling me it’s gonna be okay? ❞ ❝  i threw some rocks up at your window. ❞ ❝  i’ve told a million lies but now I tell a single truth. ❞ ❝  i’m wishing you’re here but i’m wishing you’re gone. ❞ ❝  i’m looking for a way to escape. ❞ ❝  i can’t have you and i’m only gonna do you wrong. ❞ ❝  i shot a whole through every single thing that i loved. ❞ ❝  wmy sense of fear is running thin. ❞ ❝  there’s always time to change your mind. ❞ ❝  now you can’t tell the false from the real. ❞ ❝  you’ll no longer fear when your heart’s turned to gold. ❞ ❝  i want to believe… ❞ ❝  i’m going to mess this up. ❞ ❝  i’m starting to cave. ❞ ❝  run for cover. ❞ ❝  tell me what i am to do. ❞ ❝  from the second that i was born it seemed i had a loaded gun. ❞ ❝  first comes the blessing of all that you’ve dreamed,  but then comes the curses of diamonds and rings. ❞

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.”

The most important exercise you’ll do all day.