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Callisto blinked. Of all the things he could’ve done… Well, that explanation was unexpected, to say the least. The child sat upright, looking down at their furry friend.

“You’re serious? A dog? You ate the Queen of France’s dog?” They were a little disturbed, yes, but also… Almost impressed. As if they couldn’t believe Gaster would do something so vile.

“If you came to my house when we get out of here, would you eat my dog too? I mean, he’s pretty big, but…” The wide grin on their face told they were teasing; of course they didn’t really think Gaster would eat their dog. Callisto wouldn’t let it happen, anyways. Noticing that their glasses had slid a little down their nose, they habitually pushed the glasses back up.

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It sounded like a fairytale. Callisto laughed, and its soft tinkle rippled through the echo flowers quietly. Though their giggles quickly subsided, they were left with a broad smile.

“You’ve got to be kidding me! What’d you do to the Queen to make her so mad?”

They folded their hands neatly, resting them on the flat of their stomach and watched the little gnats buzz about above them. Gaster had a lot more stories than Callisto had excepted; though if they were honest, they weren’t whatthey’d expected in the first place.

“Well, I…” There was no fairytale magic in this particular story - Gaster, for once, was abashed in the face of a question. He bowed his head, scratching his ruffled fur self-consciously.

“It’s rather…embarrassing. I had only recently arrived after a lengthy trip and I was headed for the castle when I spotted a furry creature romping around.” The royal scientist cleared his throat before continuing. “It’d been days since my last meal and…well. I ate it.”

Gaster laughed, albeit nervously, and the echoes of the plants were almost mocking. “I found out later that it was the Queen’s escaped pet dog. As you could imagine she wasn’t too pleased when I admitted to it. To make up for it I built her a new pet but still. She held a grudge against me for the longest time.”

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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.”

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