He sighed tiredly as he watched the human's flitting around the container that contained his soul with a bored expression. He has been here for a long time... kind of hard to tell the days apart since he can't see a calendar but his internal clock told him it was likely his brother's birthday soon. He felt a pang of sadness shoot through him his soul quivering a moment with stress.
He wishes he had known about that alley having been a dangerous place to be. He recalls vividly feeling something happen to him as he tried to teleport himself and Sans home but he would not fully understand until after his body had dusted and his consciousness was split between two locations. He was livid at first when he realized that his soul had been harvested, something that is normally not able to be done due to monsters dusting before something like that could be done. He was a sub boss monster not a boss monster for Toriel's sake!
His rage quickly fell to despair as he saw with the part of him that was still with his brother break down screaming as he sobbed begging for him to not be gone.. for this to just be a bad dream. Oh how he wished that were the case. How he wished that he had not of made the reset ability that Chara possessed go away. Or at the very least left them with the ability to load so this could have been undone.
He wished he could cry having been forced to watch Sans as he slowly became introverted and depressed. He had desperately tried to let him know that he was still there but it was so hard being split like this, his weaker part of himself that was connected to the dust on his hoodie unable to do much of anything to establish a strong bond. He followed his brother as he had left the house wondering where he was heading to.
….. When he saw that Sans went to where they were last together, where his own soul was stolen he felt himself panic no way of knowing if the person responsible for what happened was around or not, which quickly mingled with rage when the people whom had him be distracted while trying to teleport away that day had confronted his brother. He hated that he was not able to do anything to make them stop. He let out a amused chuckle at the memory of his brother spitting in the face of the guy that had a hold of him though. He felt proud that his brother was still remorseful despite everything, though that pride at the time went to fear as he heard his brother 's apology and giving up waiting for one of the men around him to strike him. He remembered his screaming despite knowing nobody could hear for help.
….. Then someone had came.
He was so over come with relief, despite the fact his brother's rescuer was obviously a mage, of which he knows there are mages around much more then he had first thought due to where his soul is currently imprisoned. He would have fallen over limbs giving out from exhaustion if he had limbs to stand on. He had cheered though in glee as she made the humans that did not have magic lose consciousness though he wished he was there to give them a bad time. He quickly switched his attention back to the young woman whom helped his brother up when she said something about 'knowing a shortcut' and felt himself go from where he was with his brother to her apartment.
… Needless to say he was shocked there was a mage that had the ability to teleport with great ease like he could... like his brother could if he wanted to learn it. It had freaked him out a little which turned to confusion when he realized that the act of teleporting through the void made it so that his connection to his dust was a bit stronger, almost like his dust was trying to soak up the familiar magic. Why or how he does not know for sure. And can't really ask anyone to help figure it out so he just put it on the back burner to dwell on later.
He hissed slightly in irritation when one of the people working in the laboratory had poked at his soul to try and inject something into it to make it so his soul was receptive to what they want. He snickers in sadistic amusement as their attempts failed again. Foolish mages. They thought he would be a easy monster to steal the soul of cause he is lazy most the time, least on the surface to everyone that does not truly know him.
He is the judge of the underground, and what ever it is they are trying to do will not work. Especially since his soul does not have his body to stay anchored to. But they would not know that, cause they are idiots. He found himself wishing he could annoy them with puns and jokes for the hundredth time shaking his head before pondering what he was thinking about.
Ah yes. He watched worrying if the female mage was anything like the mages that took him and was going to do it where there were no prying eyes. He had be surprised yet relieved when he saw that she was healing his brother's injuries. Even more surprised when she had apologized that his brother had been in that situation, and said that she hoped when he woke they could possibly be friends.
…..
Normally when he was alive anyone whom would want to be friends that fast like his brother used to do would send him red flags. But he found himself very happy that she wanted to. She saved his brother after all, and helped heal him and took him to a place he was going to be safe. As wary he is with his brother with a stranger, a mage stranger no less, he finds himself in approval. Not just cause she seems to be a good person, but because she has a ability that can take his brother out of danger just like he used to do. And maybe help him learn how to do it one day as well.
He let out another annoyed hiss as he glares at the one in charge of injecting stuff into his soul. At the very least what they are injecting is converting into pure magic resulting in making his soul gain in strength. Though he was worried about the fact his soul seemed to be gaining colors over the time he has been trapped here. Despite his soul not being cooperative with their other tests this is one thing that they are pleased with happening. For reasons he knows not.
He was just glad they did not inject pure determination in. Seems they had seen Undyne's paper on how determination is not safe for monsters and likely do not want to risk his 'test subject' soul falling down since he does not have a body to disperse it through his body... though it would have resulted in him getting melty it still is too much of a risk. Sighing he trys to mentally block what they are doing as he refocused his thoughts again.
When his brother woke and got tangled into a pile of 'bones' on the floor, while he was concerned it was rather hilarious and it got him to laugh. He was glad that the made had not laughed at his brother's expense though. He was how ever concerned when he saw his brother's response to when he saw her socks, knowing how his brother gets easily flustered at them and has a secret sock collection he started on the surface of socks he thought were cute. He was glad though that his brother was quick to ignore their presence.
He really wanted their becoming friends to work. Mostly for his brother to be at less of a risk against people that would try to hurt him. He followed his brother when she had taken him to her living room and listened while they talked, He felt his soul ache in distress seeing his brother tell the mage... Minerva she called herself.. longing to hold his brother but settled for watching someone else comfort him for him. Or at least that was what he had thought until he felt his dust tingle whilst his brother was being hugged. It was not much, but it gave him hope that he could possibly respond soon in a form of comfort.
He was pleased that Minerva, whom he found it hilarious that humans seemed to name their kids after fonts too sometimes, knew how to use her magic to make food easier to eat for monsters. It was not that they could not eat none monster food... it just took longer and some monsters ended up not palliating the food well. He was amazed that she was able to teleport objects with the point of a finger not having to hold it to make it teleport.
Oh dear lord where was this girl when they first came out from the underground he would have LOVED to learn that trick. Not that he would want to have her as anything more then a pal.. was not really his type. Even if they have similar abilities her personality is not something that really would draw him in. Not like his Serenity.
He felt pain course through him as he remembered the human whom he had fallen in love with several timelines ago. He had finally thinking that they were free of the resets asked her to be his datemate. To which she had said yes. Turns out she had remembered the past timelines where they had met, saying something they had done when they did not do it in the current and final timeline. Though he is unsure if she knew that for sure. He did realize that it had meant that she could possibly of been more then someone he resonated and was compatible with.
It had caused him to ask her to move in... and he was planning on the night he was taken away from everyone to ask her to become his mate. Even went through with getting her a ring as to make a conformity to human customs knowing she had dreams about a wedding like most humans. Had it stored in his room to get it out after she got home from visiting her sister's home. He wished he could have been able to go along with her on her trip Napston whisked her away on.. but Alphys had made it so Sans was not able to go.
While he was sad he was not able to be near his honeydrop, he was glad of his brother not going on it. If it was only due to the fact it allowed him to be able to make friends with someone whom went through the loss of a loved one and would be able to help pick up the pieces.
He sighed as he recalled feeling his brother become happy again for a brief moment, it was like seeing the old him again for a short time. Made his dust respond much to his surprised radiating warmth. After Sans had moved to go pick a movie and listened to him apologize for him being a emotional mess, and promised he would work to get better so he would not have to worry about him. Nyeh, even in death he will always worry for his brother.
He was drawn out of his recollecting seeing that they were putting his soul back into the small jar again done with the tests for the day, much to his relief. Stars did he miss having his honey to drink. Sighing he hung his head closing his sockets. The taste is all but a dream to him now.
Looking over his memories again from his split half he chuckled in amusement at every moment his brother got flustered and would retreat into his old hoodie that had became a part of his every day and night wear. He had come to discover though it made him slightly wary that Minerva and his brother were comparable with their souls, though he shrugged it off. If it happened he does not fully mind. Not like he could do anything to stop it if they end up on their own getting close. He found himself in reluctant approval that if they ended up getting together that she was a suitable match for his brother. She did not baby him, nor was she a person that would purposely cause him harm.
He continued to watch as days turned into weeks. He was happy that his brother had someone in his life now that can possible bring his brother fully back to his former self. Because of the new person in his life Sans was slowly opening up again, and even did things that he normally would not do like tell jokes and puns. She even liked his brother's modeling talent that he had tried to keep a secret from him. He had come to like Minerva more due to all these things. Not quite to the point of a sister yet even if his brother gains the courage to ask her out, but enough to conciser her a close friend if he had the chance to meet her before.
…... Then the universe had decided that his torture was not enough and others had to suffer.
At first it all seemed okay. Stars he was panicked when Sans had fallen off the roof after successfully retrieving the book on souls and soulmates that Asgore had given him. But when his brother had teleported on his own he was through the roof happy and proud of him. This was something he never thought he would see and the only thing, for the moment, was he could not tell his brother how proud he was and hug him. He then heard the talking of a man in Minervas apartment. Something Sans had heard too, cautiously moving forward and listened behind closed doors.
Needless to say after hearing what was said he was livid. If only he could use his magic and he was not dead... well half dead.. he would turn the organization upside down and eradicate them not leaving any evidence behind. He had been so out of touch he did not register anything new that was happening until Minerva had explained what the Slomiti Point works, Slomiti being Croatian he believes meaning 'to break' or 'shatter' he is not to sure which.
It... it was a lot to take in. What was even more concerning was not the fact such a thing exists, but the fact his brother was catting possessive of his love interest. To the point of hissing...Twice! Stars he was concerned all this stress and panic was going to make his brother feral to the point his fist heat will come before he has had a chance to read the book to understand what was happening and know how to handle it without Minerva getting harmed on accident.
He shook his head again as he open his sockets looking dully at the ceiling as he thought about the things that were injected into his soul. Realizing that it is the essence of people whom had suffered through the Slomiti Point... all of them people whom had not survived it. He could tell that much cause there were no memories... just surges of added power and energy. He felt himself be overcome with rage and feeling ill. He hoped that somehow someday soon something will happen to being these people to their knees for all those innocent that had to suffer.
Before someone that he cares for that is still one hundred percent completely alive living gets hurt.