They yawned themselves awake, simultaneously aware of each other, growing confused about who was who. A skeleton blinked in the dark, light seeping through the gaps between enormous fingers grasping him as a Blaster squinted in the full sun, sitting up amidst a field of red-orange fur.
They glanced down at their bony talons, briefly seeing glistening blue scales in their place before it was gone again. It hurt to think about the implications.
Are we really supposed to be one.. dragon?
𝙸𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎..
I can't even imagine something like that. We all have our identities. Ga..asyend? Gaasyendietha. Screw it, he's Gas.
He snorted at the awful nickname.
He can't expect us to just ignore the fact that whatever we supposedly used to be directly contradicts who we are as individuals.
You want us to maintain separate identities despite being stuck in the same body?
Sans hesitated.
Technically, it's two. Maybe we can figure out a spare Blaster for you? Based on what happened with you Nappy.. He trailed into deeper thought.
...𝙸𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑.. 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚝..?
They paused.
..Yeah. A bit. Sans admitted.
𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎.. 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙.. 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚊𝚗𝚍.. 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔. 𝙸𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝙸𝚝.. 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.
You're not seriously thinking about it?
Napstablook didn't reply.
Nappy?
𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚗, 𝙸 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕.. 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸.. 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚊𝚖. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚝. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚊𝚖, 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢, 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕, 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕! He developed a sudden courage as he continued, frustrated and hurting.
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎, 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗- 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎; 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜-
𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝙸.. 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗.
The Blaster snorted, kneading the fur in front of itself.
𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗. He glanced out at the long, thin wings of the dragon they rode on.
𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚜? 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔?
Neither replied at first, Napstablook's confidence starting to wither.
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