You have no idea how much I laughed at that title when I realized how perfect it was. Seriously, guys.
Squishy: the color of Reader's SOUL WILL change, but not like you're thinking. It's... well, did you read the latest chapter of 'It's Just a Game... Right?' Where I describe how Determination is like water? If not, go read it. That will perfectly explain how this works! You see, magic is all like water, even fire magic. The way it flows, fills, empties, drains. It's all water. So someone like Gaster who can work complicated spells like the patience one is simply someone who can channel and change the different currents of the river. So while I only say DT is like water, all the traits are such. What G did is simply empty a tad of one trait and fill the space with a tad of another. That's all. So at this point, and you'll see later, Reader's SOUL now has5% Patience, having taken two percent from DT, two from Perseverance, and one from Integrity.
You see here how it affects their relationship- but I can't account for HIS behavior here. I know why he did it, but YOU DONT so ha.
You're wrong about one of those, but whether it's Gaster caring, or Sans suspecting, you must guess.
Oh, that is a great story too! Haha.
Well... I don't really know yet, actually. I haven't gotten that far, haha!
Yes, it's adorable how devious he is hehe.
Wether he does or not you must see; though Sans IS the Judge and he tends to know everything.
Haha, like I said earlier. Gaster can pull stuff like that because he can pull and push the tides and currents of magic just a little more than everyone else. Sans can do it too, he's almost as good as G is.
OH YES HAHA SANSTASTIC
I'll skip some of the Easter Eggs, but a few warrant responses!
The humans find themselves as pets for several reasons. Some owe debts, some are 'furry wierdoes', some like to fight, and some have no choice.
Haha... maybe Reader will ask him how.
Sans didn't have a bad time... but he WILL when SOMEONE IN PARTICULAR finds out about them... I won't say who. You don't know who. Muahahahahahaha
Haha well I'll explain the 'both' later.
Not at all lol
As to Asgore's relationship with Boss... well. Heh. No, not evil twins. No not father. No not best friend. I won't prove or disprove the others. Hahahahaha.
Haha thanks! I thought it was pretty unwell thoughtout, the animals. I just chose a ton of animals I liked or hated and decribed them. Heh. Anyway glad you liked it.
What do you mean, you can't wait to see how? Haha, you'll regret wanting to when you find out...
NEXT CHAPTER IS HEEEEEERE
thank you Squishy, you too!
Sweetooze: thanks! I'm glad you like it! I use neat occasionally, it's fine. Well, I probably WOULD shove romance in your faces, but I'm rather romance-shy so I like slow burns. Aww I'm glad you think I'm funny! It's one of my most prized possessions, my humor. Next chapter has arrived, my friend!
Took me forever... but here it is! Haha.
When you woke up in the morning, you had a horrible headache. Like, a Dreemurr-worthy, Royal headache. Groaning, you wrapped yourself in your blanket and shambled into your kitchen to make some hot cocoa. You hadn't even opened your eyes yet,
grabbing Advil and two packages (that's right, TWO packages. ANARCHY) of Swiss Miss cocoa mix. You mixed some up and set it on the table. The light made your headache worse, so you still hadn't opened your eyes when you flopped onto the
couch- and was greeted by the loud grunt from the houseguest you'd forgotten was there.
"*OOF! Hey, kitten, I didn't know you were so eager to jump my bones~" Sans had made that joke a few times, but somehow Gaster doing it made the whole thing even worse. "OH- oh my gosh I'm sorry I forgot you were here and-"
You were too embarrassed to be mad at him in that moment and he wasn't helping. The second you tried to scramble away, he wrapped you in a hug and laughed, nuzzling into your hair. "H-hey-! What are you doing?" The end turned
into a squeak because he was hugging you and you were blushing and what the heck was going-
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
You sat up in bed, gasping for breath. "What the heck was THAT?!" You asked out loud, voice close to how squeaky it'd been in your dream. You did have a headache though. And really wanted some hot chocolate. There was a knock at the
door and you squeaked in surprise. "IM NOT READY GO AWAY AAHH!" There was a muted chuckle. "*Relax, pet. I just made some coffee and cocoa. You were... heh, talkin' in your sleep when I walked by your room and that was mentioned
a few times." Oh stars, you were SO dead. "Uh... thanks."
Needless to say, you took a few minutes extra to forget that really weird dream before coming out.
"Well, I have to say... I didn't expect you to stay the entire night." Please tell me you didn't hear anything except hot chocolate, oh please. Gaster was relaxing against the counter with a mug of blackcoffee. You hated the stuff,
but had some for Sans. He liked it occasionally. "*I didn't have anything better to do, and besides. Your couch is comfortable."
Try as hard as you might, you couldn't summon the anger you had for Gaster only last night. It was strange... you felt more calm today than you had in... well, ever. You were infamous from your impatience. But as you stood by the coffeemaker and
waited for your cocoa, you were fine.
"*... Sleep well?" There was a hint of nervousness in Gaster's voice- you'd never heard that before. Still, it was so slight you chalked it up to sleep-dazed imagination. But the question made you remember your dream.
And that was embarrassing enough to make your cheeks heat up. Like, we're talking cherry red.
Turning back to your mug of hot chocolate to hide it, you nodded. "Fine. Aside from an unwelcome guest." There was no bite in your bark today, though. It was obvious Gaster noticed the lack of hostility when he laughed. "*Sure, sure,
Babybones. Do you have eggs?" You didn't have time to get angry (or maybe you just weren't) before the question registered. "Wait- you want me to cook you breakfast?!" THERE'S that indignation you're so used to feeling!
He laughed again, patting your head. "*Nope! I'm gonna cook you breakfast." What.
What.
"What?" The skeleton, with his ever-present smirk, put his hands on your shoulders and gently pushed you into one of the stools next to the breakfast bar. "*Sit down, Babybones. An owner must take care of his pets, after all." You grumbled,
but the shock of his declaration was too important. "You can cook?"
"*Of course! What, you think I'm as lazy as Sansy?"
"Er, yeah, actually." Gaster laughed, opening your fridge and taking out generic breakfast stuff. "*Well, lucky you, I happen to be a great cook." Yeah... lucky you? You weren't sure. It felt like you should want him out as soon as monsterly
possible, but honestly... you didn't mind.
Okay, there was something definitely wrong with you. There was never a time you could look at Gaster without feeling lots of annoyance and general dislike, until now. At this moment in time, you were sitting there calmly, maybe even a little
contentedly, watching the skeleton make breakfast for the two of you... in your kitchen.
This was perhaps the weirdest morning of your life.
"*How do you like your eggs?"
"Er, over easy, please." Gaster only nodded and got to cracking (little egg pun, there). Rather expertly, you might add. He wasn't lying when he said he could cook!
"*So, Babybones. What are you going to do today?" ... you figured you'd humor him. "I'm going to babysit Frisk for the day, and invite Undyne, Alphys, Sans, and Papyrus over... and, andyou too, of course!" That was a total lie. "I figured
we could have a movie marathon and then a sleepover... or, you know, whoever wants to." Please say no! Please say- "*Sounds fun, heh. Do me a favor... Don't tell Sansy I was here last night, 'Kay?"
You were about to disagree- why would you ever lie to Sans?!- but instead, you found yourself nodding. "Sure." There was a pause, and it seemed almost as if Gaster was holding his breath and smiling. (Though you weren't sure, because
his back was to you.) "*...And about last night, too?"
"Of course not." What?! Why would you- How did he- You mouth wouldn't work right anytime you tried to ask him about this strange thing. Eventually part of your mind shoved it forcibly into the back so you could function correctly again,
and you half-forgot about it as you watched Gaster summon magical floating hands (something he only did occasionally, and almost NEVER around you) and finish making the meal.
Gaster sat across from you on the other side of the aptly named breakfast bar as the two of you ate. It was just a tad awkward for you, but Gaster just seemed... smug. He kept calling you Babybones and pet and kitten. It was horrible.
But for some reason, you just let each comment roll off your back and kept your cool. You were notorious for being impatient and prickly, but today was different. And... was it really that bad?
Toriel dropped Frisk off a few hours later, after Gaster had left and you had taken a shower. You called up the girls and the Skelebros, inviting them all over for a LOTR/Hobbit marathon.
Why Tolkien? Because Frisk wanted an underdog hero, Undyne wanted action, Alphys wanted a good, strong plot, Papyrus wanted capes, Gaster wanted gore, and Sans wanted cool fight scenes and magic. And... you LOVED LOTR. It was AMAAAAAZING.
You fangirled Legolas SO hard, because who DOESN'T?! Anyway.
You had two hours until everyone came over, so you and Frisk would be cleaning, preparing, and getting snacks. "(Y/n)! Where do you want the popcorn?" Yuck. "As far from my spot as you can put it, kiddo." You used to like popcorn, but after
eating a whole box one day when you and Sans had gone to the movies, you were done with the stuff. Done!
There were only a few things left to do, like putting Swedish Fish and Twizzlers into bowls, and making sure the M&M's and Skittles were in separate containers- Frisk loved to cause trouble by dumping them together. Some popato chisps
of various flavors. There were several packages of soda in the fridge, and the snacks were all ready... you'd pulled out the bean bags and love seat (which was just a giant bean bag, really) from the closet and set up the TV Alphys had given
you last year for Christmas.
One thing you learned from hanging with these monsters; when it came to sleepovers... go big, or go home.
It was time to sit back, relax, and wait for the others to arrive.
BUZZZZ!
"I GOT IT!" Frisk wailed in excitement, bounding across the apartment to yank open the door. On the other side was a tall, lanky, ridiculously-wide-grinning fish lady and her short and shy best friend, Alphys. "*HEY, PUNK!" Undyne shouted,
picking Frisk up and tossing her a good few feet into the air before catching her again, the child laughed the whole way. Alphys looked right at home for once, or, at least not as shy as she was most often. This was because you had helped
her catch up in Human History class in exchange for assistance with Monster Tech, and had been friends longer than you had with Sans.
She was comfortable around you, and you were proud of this.
Undyne, on the other hand, slapped you on the back so hard it nearly threw your shoulder joint out of socket. "*How's it goin', Punk? Heard you got in a fight, three against one! How bad d'ja beat 'em, eh?" She laughed heartily, flopping into
her usual spot on the loveseat with Alphys in tow. You rubbed your shoulder with a wince, but grinned in return. "Oh yeah, I beat them off with a broom. It was awesome."
"*What was awesome?" Sans' voice butt in from behind the door. You smiled and opened it again, revealing all three brothers. Papyrus hugged you excitedly before bounding around the room with Frisk in a childish game of tag. You grinned and hugged
Sans. "Me, fighting off three villains while simultaneously orchestrating a masterpiece." You joked, and he laughed too. "*Sounds like I ART to keep a better eyeSOCKET on you, eh? Heh." Gaster came in behind his younger siblings,
looking for all the world like he was too cool to be here.
What happened to Mr. 'I Can Cook'? Oh well.
"Well, the movies are in! Come on." You took Sans hand and dragged him to the couch, laughing, even though you didn't notice the blue on his cheekbones. Gaster snorted, because he did.
You pushed Sans onto the couch and sat next to him, grinning, as The Hobbit: An Unexpected Adventure began.