Amethystale//Vessel of the Heart

Chapter 6//Part 3

Caution: Mature Audience

Reason: Uneasy scenes

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"Are you ready?"

"Nope." Sarcasm flowed through the sharpness of her words, as Adder hunched her spine, perched on the side of her bed. The sheets were stiff and cold, a puff of dust lifted to the air as Adder's frantically thrashing tail hit the mattress in annoyance. "I really don't want to do this Gaster, can't we do some spar training or something?" She looked to the tall void mass, as it began to violently shift and form, hoping he'd think of a different plan

Gaster was concentrating, his usually smoothed features of his face scrunched, cracks growing on his skull like spreading spider webs. The once gloppy figure shrank and grew, the tar-like appearance formed into a long black Milford jacket with an overly extended collar-design, a soft tan-white turtleneck and black dress pants, black shiny almost business-like shoes peaked from under his dress pants. His floating hands now connected to his body by bones, and his height reaching that of seven feet tall. " As much as I know you hate resting, your body desires it. It's unhealthy for any individual to go without rest. You especially since we all depend on you in times of need..."

Gaster slowly makes his way to the other side of the bed, the room accustomed to his height, so his large height was no issue as he maneuvered around Adder's room. Arching down without much trouble, but his face still slightly stressed as he kept a steady rhythm in his head. It took a bit to keep his original form stable due to the years in the void, but each time he preformed to keep his body, became slightly easier every time. 

As he hunched over on Adder's bed, he noticed no movement in the stubborn stack of bones on the opposite side of the bed. Her tail had stopped thumping against the bed, and a light shiver could be noticed from her head. "Be calm." Gaster spoke softly, and it eased the shivering bones at the tone of voice he used, "I don't wan't to relive the memories...Gaster it hurts." Gaster listens, he dares not speak, the mood in the room gets very stiff.

"I don;t want to relive her memories...I don't want to see him again, and I know I will. If not him, I don't want...I can't." Adder's speech trails off as she repeats herself. "I can't...I won't...It's bad enough I have to relive her memories...but the pain." Her shaking starts again, signaling to Gaster to move in. Pushing each of his legs to surround her and pull her into his chest, gently to not disturb her fit. 

"I know it's hard Adder...try. Try finding the good memories, you remember those just as strongly as the bad ones." He pulls both arms around her body in a gentle embrace. His left arm across her chest to keep her close, while his right trails to her skull. Her shivering eases again, and Gaster draws his holed bone hand from the top of her forehead, gently pushing down till he reaches her chin. "Close your eyes Adder..." He speaks softly, almost too quiet to hear, "My Fallen Angel..." He continues, his right hand repeating the same stroke downwards. "Just let go...you don't have to be alone. I won't let you fall...my little baby-bones." As hard as it was to not embrace her hard as he said this, Gaster continued his little sleeping trick, to ease Adder to sleep.

Adder's conscious mind fights Gaster for a brief moment, but even her struggle to keep awake fails her troubled mind. Her eyes drop heavily, her eye-lights dimming and eventually fading. Before long she goes completely limp in the embrace.

Gaster lifted her limp body down to the bed, a small blue flame lit in his left eye as he did so, and draped the covers over her. Once she was situated in the bed, Gaster took the few moments to rub his temple and groan. Situating himself at the other side of the bed to not disturb the now passed-out skeleton. "Hmm, you were easier to put to sleep when you were little Adder. Both you...and your sister." He buries his cracked and deformed skull into his holed-hands as a small screen popped up in-front of him. It showed the living-room of the skelebros through Susan's eyes.