Send Me “Where Have You Been?” To Confront My Muse After They’ve Been Missing For A Year

probably one of the last images of Jupiter for this year, and i’m happy to see a somehow detailed Callisto . Opposition is gone , see you next year dude. #astronomy #astrophotography #hires #planets #jupiter #giove #callisto #solarsystem #universe #ig_astrophotography #asi120mc #celestronrocks #space #spaceistheplace by soundofluna https://www.instagram.com/p/BEIuI08nlCl/

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“Well... I’ve been thinking. Really hard, actually. And I think I can get everyone out of here. I think... I think if I went home, I could get some of my friends to come back with me. Or maybe my foster parents. Or someone, y’know?” Callisto scratched their neck, brow furrowing with thought for a moment.

“You don’t need seven dead humans, right? And you’ve already got... You’ve already got four souls, right? If I just came back with my foster parents or a couple of my friends, there’d be seven. And then we can break the barrier.” Getting two people to help was a lot less daunting than six. Nodding to themself, Callisto let another small smile cross their face.

All they’d need is to get past Asgore. And from what everyone was saying... It wouldn’t be too difficult. Their plan might even sweeten the deal, for all they knew.

“I promise I’ll come back, so you can see the stars again. Maybe we could get another telescope! I had one before but I--I don’t have it anymore. But we could get a new one! And maybe Ian and Ellie would let me get some lab stuff for my room, so I can study some more stuff.” They were starting to get animated, not only excited to have a new friend, but also new ideas. There were a lot of things they’d been wanting to test. Of course, there weren’t a lot of people for them to bounce ideas off of; not since their parents died.

The abrupt question caught him off guard; for a second Gaster stared sadly at Callisto, hallow gaze brimming with an ancient sorrow and a yearning for the sky far, far, far above.

He directed his focus to cave ceiling then - gems glimmered in the midst of the yawning darkness, false stars for all of monsterkind to wish upon.

“Yes, Callisto. Long ago I lived outside on the surface.” At such reminiscence nostalgia stole over his melancholy. “My home was atop of a mountain. Not this one, but a range of snow-capped terrain. I could see the stars for miles everywhere.” His voice took to a dreamy chime. “When I was a child I tried to count the stars.”

He laughed - the sound lilted more morosely than happily.

“It was hopeless of course. Of the billions of stars I always lost count around six or seven hundred. But I loved to stargaze. The night sky is truly one of the most beautiful wonders of the worlds.”

The scientist smiled over at them for a second.

“During the war…I’d look up to the stars for peace. During trials or any rough times, really.” Gaster heaved a sigh, though a frown had yet to eclipse him. “I’d give nearly anything to see the stars again, dear young one.”

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

Hurt Meme: “When was the last time you ate, little buddy?” //sardonicstoner ((pls i love callisto so much i can't help it))

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“Huh?” They turned, genuinely surprised. Since they’d left Waterfall, they hadn’t done much talking. Or eating, actually. They didn’t have much money, and most of it had already gone to food anyways. They looked a bit thinner than they usually did. Clearly, the change in diet since their departure from the Ruins was taking its toll. Callisto hadn’t been eating as much as they were used to since they’d left Toriel’s care, and apparently it was becoming a visible issue.

Callisto was downright bony. Their glasses slid down their gaunt face a bit as they turned, hollowed eyes looking up at the feline monster. The first thing they noticed was the smoke curling from the blunt between his teeth, and the god-awful smell of weed. They backed up a few steps.

“Uh, well, I had a Crab Apple this morning…?”

RP starters: Injured/death

“Hey, you’re bleeding!”

“Can you move?”

“You will be fine, I promise..”

“Don’t you dare to leave me. Not now.”

“We can get you fixed in no time.”

“Please get up.”

“I refuse to believe it will all end like this!”

“You won’t die, not on my watch!”

“Ouch.. that must hurt “

“Shit, wait.. I’ll patch you up.”

“What were you thinking?! You could’ve killed yourself!”

“I came too late..”

“You should’ve told me earlier.. I could’ve helped you!”

“I swear to god if you die on our way back I’ll kill you.”

“It’s nothing, just a scratch.”

“Look, no need to fuss over me. I’m fine!”

“Well, you see.. It’s a really long story. Will you help me or not?”

“I can’t make it.”

“I am dying. There is nothing you can do about it.”

“It’s not your fault, okay?”

“It just hurts… hurts so goddamn much.”

“Are you going to let me suffer more?”

“There is no happy ending to this.”

“I have been through worse…”

“I’m not going to lie, this is not how I planned this would go down.”

“They came out of nowhere.. I couldn’t react in time.”

“How bad does it look?”

“I knew this day would come.. sooner or later.”

Callisto had followed him to the little patch of flowers, eager to watch them closely. They’d been lucky enough to remember where their pencil was--something often forgotten--and began scribbling furiously on the first blank page they could find as Gaster explained everything to them. He was right; it was absolutely fascinating. One of the more amazing phenomena they’d witnessed.

They glanced over their messy notes briefly, making a few changes here and there to make things more legible, but they nodded, a grin stretching across their features. Pulling such a large smile out of the child was a miracle in and of itself.

“That’s... Wow. That’s really, really cool. Definitely not what I’d expected, either!” Callisto often found that discovering things were exactly the opposite of what they’d hypothesized was more satisfying, more intriguing than finding they’d been right all along. Caught up in curiosity, they leaned down to whisper a few words into the flower closest to them. The inquisitiveness was much more childlike than their intellect; and the faint expression of wonderment seemed to take a few years off their already-youthful face.

“.... H e l l o .....”

“.... H e l l o ,  l i t t l e  m o o n ....”

“Of course! Knowledge is meant to be shared, not kept to one’s self. I warn you though, I’ve been told by friends that once I start talking I never stop!” The good-natured scientist’s ensuing grin was crooked but jolly, and the prospect of rambling off about echo flowers excited him as much as it did the child. If not more so, even.

“I promise you I know far more than your scientists, Young One, so you might wish to take notes.” Pride shone visibly on Gaster’s expression. “I am over a thousand years old after all.” With an waggish wink he ambled over to a patch of nearby echo flowers. He beckoned for them to approach but spoke clearly and audibly enough for Callisto to hear him from their spot.

“As you may know echo flowers repeat the last words they hear. Essentially they mimic words - without anyone to speak around them they are eventually silent or their echoing becomes white noise.” Gaster drew a paw across the petal of one, whispering into it. 

“… C a l l i s t o…”

“It of course centers around magic.” After a lengthy explanation, pausing occasionally to catch his breath or to go into greater detail, the doctor peered back at them. “Fascinating, yes?”

                                           Strike me down?                                            I’ll get up again.                                                                             I am not invincible,                                                                             but I won’t give up either.

Callisto’s face lit up with a wide grin--a rare occurrence for the quiet child.

“Wow, I--it’s perfect!” They burst out, skittering forwards to hug Toriel tightly. Their socks slid a bit on the wooden floors, but they didn’t fall. In truth, Callisto hadn’t even remembered today was their birthday, and they were all the more touched that Toriel had.

“Vanilla’s my favorite. Thanks, Tori.” It’d been awhile since someone had done something so kind for them. It was not that their foster parents had been terrible... They just didn’t do kind things without reason. But they were good people. hey were good people.

Callisto wrapped their arms right around Toriel, although, being smaller than her prevented their arms from making it all the way around her middle.

Toriel snapped her paw. It didn’t make a proper sound, but it worked for the effect she wanted. The light overhead turned on, and all of her had work over the night was lit up. She picked up the burned-down cake candle beside the food and placed it on top, using the fire magic to light it.

‘Happy birthday, my child!’ the boss monster exclaimed, searching the child’s face. ‘I know it is not much, but it was as good as I could get while you were asleep. I hope you like vanilla?’ Toriel asked, the fire magic in her palm now extinguished. She gestured towards the cake, smiling.

From the kids that had come before Callisto, Toriel knew some of human customs. Like having children blow out candles on their birthday cakes; to be honest, it was a pretty nifty was to celebrate.

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