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“N-No, that’s alright.” A monster. A boss monster, maybe? Callisto would’ve picked up their journal and tried to find their notes on boss monsters, but if they recalled correctly, that section wasn’t too extensive. There weren’t any books on the surface about them, and there weren’t too many monsters they’d met who knew much anyways. The journal stayed by their loafers.
“It’s nice to meet you, Gaster, and uh--none taken.” They laughed a bit nervously. They could’ve said the same about monsters a month ago. “My name’s Callisto.”
Gaster seemed both kind and friendly, but the childlike curiosity in his expression was a little off-putting. Callisto felt like a novelty, and they didn’t like that. It was like being someone’s science experiment. They ran a hand through their mop of light blond--it was almost white, really--hair and pushed up their glasses. Nervous ticks.
Cyan hues dappled the monster before them, the luminescence of Waterfall’s rivers and flora gentle on his smile. He didn’t appear hostile at all and paused a good few feet away the instant they stood.
“I apologize, I didn’t mean to startle you. My name is Gaster.” The volume of his greeting was muted, ginger - as if he’d just encountered a cornered animal he didn’t want to frighten off. “I was just on my way back from Snowdin. I’m surprised to be seeing you here, though. It’s not often I see your kind. No offense, of course.”
The chances of meeting a human in the Underground were slim; he was reasonably, but pleasantly, surprised. Still, Gaster respected a certain distance from Callisto. He was intrigued, yes, and he couldn’t help the glimmer in his eyes nor the bubbling excitement welling within him. However he wasn’t about to scare the child off.
“May I ask of your name?”
@bloomingasters liked this call
Callisto really loved Waterfall. Really loved Waterfall. It was quiet, serene, and the monsters here were fairly kind. Gerson in particular, actually...
But they knew they had to leave. If they didn’t, they’d never make it to Asgore. And then who would help break the barrier? Besides, Callisto was certain the monsters could only bear the Underground for so long; they had four souls already, and Callisto could see the impatience burning in their eyes. Even the kindest, gentlest people had their limits. And with what humans had done to the monsters... Callisto understood.
Sitting on the damp wooden bridge, Callisto removed their shoes and socks, rolling up their khakis to dip their feet into the luminescent water. It was a bit cold, but they didn’t seem to mind.
The soft sound of footfalls was what startled them up onto their bare feet, stumbling back a few steps.
“Who’s there?”
//Tulip: For your birthday, what kind of cake do you ask for?
meme; accepting
“Oh, well, I haven’t had cake in a long time. I can’t remember...
“... I think I liked marbled cake the best. With chocolate frosting.”
its time for a tag dump,, i’m probably missing a fuckton
IC WORD ASSOCIATION.
READ THE WORD THEN TYPE THE FIRST WORD THAT COMES TO YOUR CHARACTER’S MIND. (REPOST, DON’T REBLOG).
TAGGED BY: @drhanniballecter TAGGING: // idkk whoeverrrrr
ROUGH: Waves
HIDE: Away
FOOLISH: Mistake
SAD: Without
HATE: Burns
LIGHT: Find
DARK: Enclosed
MOTHER: Gone
FATHER: Motor
CHILD: Hope
MARRIAGE: Sweet
LOVE: Ideal
SOFT: Foam
PET: Dog
DREAM: Fleeting
DIVORCE: Loss
WATER: Power
LOUD: Shout
ANNOUNCEMENT: Alert
POWER: Control
FIGHT: Kill
SMACK: Strike
WHITE: Noise
SICK: No
KISS: Nice
HUG: Trust
HURT: Betrayal
HAPPY: Maybe
got called in for a "windmill situation" which could mean pretty much anything. today it was shellos time
