Loving Every Bone in Your Body

Chapter 4.4 || The Break Down pt.2

        With everything unpacked you take a glance around.

Blue had been right. The few boxes you had brought barely held anything. The room you'd been given was barren of personality or color. If anyone else walked in, they'd assumed you had yet to unpack.

You had debated what to bring. You're room at Toriel's house was packed to the brim of things. It was colorful and disorganized and it was alive. It had been weird walking into it when you came home. You had never been allowed to have so many things growing up. Added to that, you'd always been so busy living for everyone else, you had no time to have real interests or hobbies to bathe your room in.

The old you had really thrived after being taken in by Toriel.

Of course you had.

You couldn't disturb that room. It was like stealing things from someone who had passed away. Even though that room was "yours", it felt wrong to take anything. So you took clothes, and anything that you remembered from before you fell ten years ago. Which wasn't a lot. Which was why you had three-four boxes to your name, period.

You hoped that eventually you'll be able to paint this grey room with whoever you're going to be. You just had to figure out who you were first.

You look around the empty room.

You feel a pang of loneliness.

Shutting the door to your room, you quickly head upstairs to Gaster's study.

The skeletons' had taken to the kitchen now. You think you hear them discussing lunch, and definitely a few of them were fighting about it.

You knock on the study door before creeping inside. Gaster wasn't behind the desk, but sitting on a chair to the side. He looked up when he heard you, beaming as he shut his book. He gestured to a seat next to him, rather than the ones you both had been in yesterday.

"Have a seat, child." He says and you like the way his very real voice sounds. You take the aforementioned chair, turning it more so you face him. You are pleasantly surprised when your knees bump against his. He seems just as happy at the feeling.

"What did you want to talk about?" You ask, watching as he leans back.

"I just wanted to apologize for our last talk-"

"It's fine." You interrupt, but he shakes his head and continues.

"I do not know if you were ever given the "soulmate talk", but even if you had, it should have been assumed on my part that you had forgotten." He sighs, fingers twisting together. "I should have known better."

"It's fine, really. I don't want any of you tiptoeing around me." You admit. "I rather accidently find out about something than someone trying to sugarcoat it."

"That is fair." Gaster chuckles to himself before his eye lights rest on his intertwined hands. "Do you have any questions? Anything that I can answer for you?"

You go to say no, that you're fine, but... You did have questions. You were just unsure Gaster would be the one with the answers.

"Is this-.. Or well, did I... Steal this soul?" Gaster's eye lights meet yours so fast you think you hear a pop from his neck.

"What?"

You realize he must've meant questions about soulmates, not questions in general.