Misery Loves Company

Checking Out Your Own Problems

You sit quietly on your throne, no proper areas for seating being in the library, as you read the romantic tragedy of Romeo and Juliet, the play script. It’s a copy of the original and you found yourself liking the interesting slang of Shakespeare’s. Though it was a bit ridiculous, it did portray complex characters.

You are waiting, a bit impatiently, for the machine to be built. Even though you know it will take quite a bit, you’re still worried and impatient, and you used to check in very often until eventually Dream came and pushed you out, demanding you to try and relax.

Relax, pssh, ridiculous, you are perfectly calm. You totally aren’t freaking out over Cross’ safety and well-being. You are, you definitely are. You sigh, frustrated at yourself, and set the book down on the throne as you stand.

Maybe a peek wouldn’t hurt, Dream won’t even catch you.

You find yourself in the hall leading to the medbay, it being blocked from teleportation by Dream, you feel a bit betrayed.

You step into the room, Dream nowhere in sight and watch as the two skeletons work on the large object, both dirtied with oil and other machine related liquids. “dammit!” Geno curses, jolting back from his spot. “are you okay?” sci inquires him with a startled expression.

Geno nods, and your tendrils twist around each other at his pain, even as you approach the duo. “just pricked my finger” he says, waving his hand at him to show that there was no major harm, you catch it in the air, startling both of the skeletons. “well, that’s no good, i can’t have you needing to stop at every turn  because of some mere pain” you say, healing the small point and summoning two pairs of thick leather grip gloves.

“here, put these on, should help” you say, both of them taking them with some hesitation. “have either of you seen medic sans, i need to do the check up” you say, feeling a bit awkward, “in the library, i think” Geno grunts out with a frown as he tugs on a bolt in the machine.

“thanks” you call back before teleporting to the room of knowledge.

You catch Medic just as he’s leaving the room, “excuse me” you call, rather politely, “i’d prefer that we get the check up over with now, if you don’t mind”. Medic shrugs and you tap his shoulder as you teleport to the hall of the medbay.

You both walk in, your heels tapping against the floor alerting the duo of your arrival this time and they don’t bother to turn your way. You sit on one of the small beds, Medic standing in front of you and pulling the curtain closed. You relax a bit, allowing your tendrils to drape themselves over the side of the bed.

You pull out your soul, “refrain from touching my soul, you really don’t want to know what would happen if you do” you warn, aware of the duo that are certainly listening as well. You weren’t too worried about it, the less people that tried to touch your and Dream’s abnormally shaped souls, the better.

It’s black, but it can be clearly seen that there are two more colors shining alongside the dark hue, one royal purple and the other bright cyan. The black coloring almost looks like liquid as it drips and ripples with each soft thump. Medic seems almost entranced by it, “wow, that’s pretty” he says, almost absently and you blush, the color actually strong enough that it shines through your corruption.

He is complimenting the very core of your person, the real true you for all you are. It’s flattering and makes your soul shine brighter, though a bit of shame rises up to combat the positive emotion. You shouldn’t feel so happy over a compliment but you do, as you don’t receive many and often receive insults instead.

He takes notice of the bright glow and realizes he has said the words aloud, causing him to join you in blushing. “ahem, sorry” he says, the blue hue on his face not dying down a single bit, “it’s fine” you say, the shame and embarrassment of your own happiness already bringing you down enough that the glow was no longer so bright and your blush having disappeared behind the sludge.

You could feel the check, seeing your own checkbox that always shows more information about you to others rather than yourself.

LV- 99

HP- ???(Unknown/infinite)

AT- 500

DF- 500

EXP on kill- LV 99 automatically

Gold on win- 1 billion

Gender- they/them/he/him

Species- Fae Guardian/Skeleton form

Alignment- Neutral

Age- 509

Birthday- December 21st

Sign- Sagittarius

You blush at the tedious information revealed to him but bare with it as he begins to deepen the check.

Soul Emotion- Is fine, but embarrassed at being put out bare for a stranger to see

Power level- 9.99999/9.99999999999999~

You pause. You were weaker?

Wasn’t your power infinite as long as you had negativity?

“oh, so that’s what it is” you say, pulling your soul back in before Medic can fully read through it. “what? i wasn’t done” he says and you shrug, “it’s not exactly something that can be fixed unless i kill the source, which happens to be my team and my brother” you say, not exactly too peachy.

You shrug him off, “you may return to your quarters, please do not reveal any of the information that was said or read here today” you warn, your words also applying to the duo outside the curtains, but you don’t particularly care whether or not they listen. You were more concerned about the matter at hand, you were indeed weaker than usual.

You were much happier than usual, and it is becoming an increasingly apparent problem for you.