Rick and Morty Starters

“What about the reality where Hitler cured cancer, ____? The answer is: Don’t think about it.”

“It’s a figure of speech, ____! They’re bureaucrats! I don’t respect them!”

“Why don’t you ask the smartest people in the universe? Oh, yeah. You can’t. They blew up.”

‘I’m sorry, your opinion means very little to me.’

“They’re robots! It’s okay to shoot them! They’re just robots!”

“Whoa, spoilers! I’m a whole season behind.”

“You’re not gonna believe this, because it usually never happens, but I made a mistake.”

“We are both rational adults who don’t want anything bad to happen, and I have a human shield.”

“I’m Mr. Crowbar, and here is my friend, who is also a crowbar!”

“ “I’ll tell you how I feel about school. It’s a waste of time. Bunch of people runnin’ around bumpin’ into each other, got a guy up front says, ‘2 + 2,’ and the people in the back say, ‘4.‘ “

“Listen ___, I hate to break it to you, but what people call ‘love’ is just a chemical reaction that compels animals to breed. It hits hard ____, then it slowly fades, leaving you stranded in a failing marriage. I did it, your parents are going to do it. Break the cycle, ____. Rise above. Focus on science.”

“WUBBA LUBBA DUB DUB!!”

“Get Schwifty!”

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Wilder Than the West

When he apologized, she blinked in surprise, then slapped her hat back onto her head and used it to hide her face. Calista never knew how to deal with… emotion. Or “sap” as she called it. “D-damn right ye are,” she muttered, then turned away to change he subject and get on with things. She grabbed a pile of clothes that were set aside, folded neatly. “Here. It’s mostly yers, nix the shirt. It was, uh…time ta put that thing out to pasture. Toriel had extra, fer some reason. May be too big t’ough…” She held it out unfolded and, yeah, it was huge. And covered in white hairs. Cal snirked and grinned at him deviously. 

“Oh no ye don’t!” She grabbed him by the arm when he started to stand up. “Take a seat, mister, ye gon’ open it up again. Whatcha mean a condition, anyway? This somet’in ta be dealin wit’ on a regular basis, is it? …What’ve ye got?” Concern drew her brow together as she interrogated him, fist on hip. She still didn’t know much of anything about him, she realized. 

*Travis put the massive shit on, it was almost like a dress on him…how was he supposed to look cool in a pink floral dress…he sighed as he was forced to sit back down*

“what passin out from a gunshot wound? nah thats new” *Travis gave his usual smile, as he looked away, trying to avoid Calista’s gaze* “Dying though…thats somethin i do a whole lot of”

*Travis scratched his chin still looking away… he figured he might as well tell Calista everything…she deserved that much* “I…have a machine where my heart should be…no clue what it is…if i am ever close to death…it makes me bleed out faster…But its not as bad as it sounds, see ah…”

*how the hell do you explain this* “Back when i did mercenary work I uh…got a contract wwith a buncha doctors…they did this to me…did a shit ton of brutal tests, but i always bounced back, like NOTHING had ever happened to me. the once cut off my arms and legs, and let me bleed out. I woke up the next mornin 100% fine…not even a scar.”

*Travis figured he would hold off on the TIME travel part till later…one shock at a time* “so when you was healin me…my body thought that I was supposed to be dyin- so the machine kicked in”

As hard as it was, she kept her mouth shut and listened to every word of what sounded to her like a whole lot of crazy talk. By the time he was finished explaining, Calista was squinting at him with an indignant expression that made it very clear how she felt about all of this.

She released a short, hard laugh, without smiling a bit. “I believe ye believe that,” she grumbled as she turned away, tossing up her arms. She crossed the room to the other bed, where her gunbelt hung from the footboard. Buckling it on, she swept her duster coat from the dresser and onto her shoulders.

Heart machines. Science. Reviving overnight. How was she meant to swallow such a story when the most advanced form of technology she’d ever encountered was a steam engine? “I dunno if I believe half o’ what ye’re tellin, but when I figure it out, I’ll get back to ye. Meantime it don’t matter if ye got a coal burner in yer belly or a cogwheel in yer head; fact is ye’re gonna help yer sheriff get back home.” The thought that he might be lying to her for whatever reason kinda pissed her off, but she had issues with trusting such an absurd sounding story.

“Now then.” She turned back to him, still scowling, fist on her hip. “Are we gettin’ out o’ this crazy pit or what?”

*Travis sighed…he didn’t blame her for not believing him but it was rather annoying that she didn’t. he looked down at the pink robes of a T-shirt he was being forced to wear, and gave a shrug* “Guess im as ready as I can be” *he grumbled as he tucked up the sleeves, grabbing his stuff*

“If yer ready sure lets head-out” *Travis adjusted his jeans and attached his holster, as he turned around grumbling* “I feel like a gay wizard in this” *he mumbled, less than happy with his appearance, as he grabbed his hat*

“Snrk–!” Calista snorted as she tried to hold back a laugh, because she was supposed to be annoyed with him, but when he started talking about gay wizards and looking so damned adorable in that stupid shirt, she couldn’t help but laugh. She giggled uncontrollably even while she gathered up her things, which made buckling her gun belt a daunting challenge.

“Eheheheh, oh, c-c’mon then,” she laughed, collecting her hat and coat. “ ‘Fore the goat tries ta stop us.” There were tears in the corners of her eyes from laughing so hard. She couldn’t remember ever being in such a ridiculous situation; it was too funny once you got down to the fact of it.

“Alright!” She slapped on her mother’s hat and swept her father’s coat around her shoulders, then with a smile flashed toward her deputy, kicked open the door and charged into the hall. “TIME TA GET SHIT DONE!” From down the hall came a startled voice: “M-my child!?”

*Travis chuckled, as he followed after his guide.* “Dont worry Miss Toriel, i will keep her out of trouble. it aint my first time round these parts” *Travis tipped his hat to the monster he left behind him. his feet made the sound of fabric rubbing against itself, as his ‘cloak’ tried to fit his form*

“so ah. how yah feelin? you aint got any hurtin legs or nothin right?”

Calista rolled her eyes when he asked after her condition. “What kinda lamb d’ye tak’ me fer?” she griped over her shoulder. “I’m a sheriff, goddammit!” Just to accentuate it, she broke into a run, shakig out any limp that might have remained in her stride.

Once outside, she sprinted down the path leading from the house. No use lookin back; she was bound for home. She was forced to stop at an old, dead tree where the path branched. Eyeing each pathway, she turned to her deputy, mouth open to speak. Whatever she would have said, the world would never know, because instead of that she let out a howl of laughter.

“Ah sure Jaysus I can’t be takin ye seriously in that thing!” she giggled, glancing up and down the pink floral shirt. Still cackling, she shrugged off the oversized duster coat she wore and held it out to him. “T’is was me fat’er’s. I, uh…reckon ye’re bout his size.”

*Travis smirked as he watched the other cowhand run off. he kept a steady pace, casually walking behind her, finally catching up to her, as he crossed his arms at the roar of laughter.*

“Well somethin’s better than nothin” *Travis protested, the pink floral shirt flowing in the breeze. when the duster was offered, Travis raised a brow. why would she offer somethin like that for him…well…its better than a pink flower shirt thats for sure*

*without any protest the cowhand removed his gown, and folded it up, before stuffing it into his satchel. he let out a shivering groan, as he snatched up the duster. it fit him, barely. the sleeves were a little big, but at least he didin’t look like a pink hagrid anymore*

“cmon lets find a town or somethin, im freezin my nips off out here” *he half joked, in his usual playful tone*

As Travis removed the old gown, and draped the duster coat around his broad shoulders, Calista stared at him with wide but blank eyes. For a minute, she blinked at him in silence. No. That ain’t right. Calista turned on her heel, pulling down the brim of her hat. No. There was no way in frozen hell that it was okay to find any man attractive in her father’s coat.

“J-just don’t get it shot fulla holes...” she muttered, cheeks burning...from the chill in the air, of course.

She barely registered the cold until he said something. She resisted the urge to shiver or wrap her arms around herself. If she pretended it wasn’t cold, it would be easier to stand. “Sure ‘n we should,” she agreed, “but which way would town be?” The area outside Toriel’s house was surrounded by walls, like an old set of ruins or something. “I wasn’t exactly awake for the trip here, so I don’t even know where we come from. Can’t see the sun, so which way’s east?” She grumbled, hands on her hips. She’d never done much cave exploring on the surface. Closest she’d ever been was the occasional mine. 

She stepped out onto the left path and stared down it. “This’n?” she asked with a shrug, glancing back at her deputy.

Wilder Than the West

When he apologized, she blinked in surprise, then slapped her hat back onto her head and used it to hide her face. Calista never knew how to deal with… emotion. Or “sap” as she called it. “D-damn right ye are,” she muttered, then turned away to change he subject and get on with things. She grabbed a pile of clothes that were set aside, folded neatly. “Here. It’s mostly yers, nix the shirt. It was, uh…time ta put that thing out to pasture. Toriel had extra, fer some reason. May be too big t’ough…” She held it out unfolded and, yeah, it was huge. And covered in white hairs. Cal snirked and grinned at him deviously. 

“Oh no ye don’t!” She grabbed him by the arm when he started to stand up. “Take a seat, mister, ye gon’ open it up again. Whatcha mean a condition, anyway? This somet’in ta be dealin wit’ on a regular basis, is it? …What’ve ye got?” Concern drew her brow together as she interrogated him, fist on hip. She still didn’t know much of anything about him, she realized. 

*Travis put the massive shit on, it was almost like a dress on him…how was he supposed to look cool in a pink floral dress…he sighed as he was forced to sit back down*

“what passin out from a gunshot wound? nah thats new” *Travis gave his usual smile, as he looked away, trying to avoid Calista’s gaze* “Dying though…thats somethin i do a whole lot of”

*Travis scratched his chin still looking away… he figured he might as well tell Calista everything…she deserved that much* “I…have a machine where my heart should be…no clue what it is…if i am ever close to death…it makes me bleed out faster…But its not as bad as it sounds, see ah…”

*how the hell do you explain this* “Back when i did mercenary work I uh…got a contract wwith a buncha doctors…they did this to me…did a shit ton of brutal tests, but i always bounced back, like NOTHING had ever happened to me. the once cut off my arms and legs, and let me bleed out. I woke up the next mornin 100% fine…not even a scar.”

*Travis figured he would hold off on the TIME travel part till later…one shock at a time* “so when you was healin me…my body thought that I was supposed to be dyin- so the machine kicked in”

As hard as it was, she kept her mouth shut and listened to every word of what sounded to her like a whole lot of crazy talk. By the time he was finished explaining, Calista was squinting at him with an indignant expression that made it very clear how she felt about all of this.

She released a short, hard laugh, without smiling a bit. “I believe ye believe that,” she grumbled as she turned away, tossing up her arms. She crossed the room to the other bed, where her gunbelt hung from the footboard. Buckling it on, she swept her duster coat from the dresser and onto her shoulders.

Heart machines. Science. Reviving overnight. How was she meant to swallow such a story when the most advanced form of technology she’d ever encountered was a steam engine? “I dunno if I believe half o’ what ye’re tellin, but when I figure it out, I’ll get back to ye. Meantime it don’t matter if ye got a coal burner in yer belly or a cogwheel in yer head; fact is ye’re gonna help yer sheriff get back home.” The thought that he might be lying to her for whatever reason kinda pissed her off, but she had issues with trusting such an absurd sounding story.

“Now then.” She turned back to him, still scowling, fist on her hip. “Are we gettin’ out o’ this crazy pit or what?”

*Travis sighed…he didn’t blame her for not believing him but it was rather annoying that she didn’t. he looked down at the pink robes of a T-shirt he was being forced to wear, and gave a shrug* “Guess im as ready as I can be” *he grumbled as he tucked up the sleeves, grabbing his stuff*

“If yer ready sure lets head-out” *Travis adjusted his jeans and attached his holster, as he turned around grumbling* “I feel like a gay wizard in this” *he mumbled, less than happy with his appearance, as he grabbed his hat*

“Snrk–!” Calista snorted as she tried to hold back a laugh, because she was supposed to be annoyed with him, but when he started talking about gay wizards and looking so damned adorable in that stupid shirt, she couldn’t help but laugh. She giggled uncontrollably even while she gathered up her things, which made buckling her gun belt a daunting challenge.

“Eheheheh, oh, c-c’mon then,” she laughed, collecting her hat and coat. “ ‘Fore the goat tries ta stop us.” There were tears in the corners of her eyes from laughing so hard. She couldn’t remember ever being in such a ridiculous situation; it was too funny once you got down to the fact of it.

“Alright!” She slapped on her mother’s hat and swept her father’s coat around her shoulders, then with a smile flashed toward her deputy, kicked open the door and charged into the hall. “TIME TA GET SHIT DONE!” From down the hall came a startled voice: “M-my child!?”

*Travis chuckled, as he followed after his guide.* “Dont worry Miss Toriel, i will keep her out of trouble. it aint my first time round these parts” *Travis tipped his hat to the monster he left behind him. his feet made the sound of fabric rubbing against itself, as his ‘cloak’ tried to fit his form*

“so ah. how yah feelin? you aint got any hurtin legs or nothin right?”

Calista rolled her eyes when he asked after her condition. “What kinda lamb d’ye tak’ me fer?” she griped over her shoulder. “I’m a sheriff, goddammit!” Just to accentuate it, she broke into a run, shakig out any limp that might have remained in her stride.

Once outside, she sprinted down the path leading from the house. No use lookin back; she was bound for home. She was forced to stop at an old, dead tree where the path branched. Eyeing each pathway, she turned to her deputy, mouth open to speak. Whatever she would have said, the world would never know, because instead of that she let out a howl of laughter.

“Ah sure Jaysus I can’t be takin ye seriously in that thing!” she giggled, glancing up and down the pink floral shirt. Still cackling, she shrugged off the oversized duster coat she wore and held it out to him. “T’is was me fat’er’s. I, uh...reckon ye’re bout his size.”

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Freja:  

Chase:

Calista:

Gregor:

Aaron:

Kiryana:

(( 1: Calista 2: Chase 3: Kiryana 4: Gregor 5: Aaron 6: Freja))

Wilder Than the West

When he apologized, she blinked in surprise, then slapped her hat back onto her head and used it to hide her face. Calista never knew how to deal with… emotion. Or “sap” as she called it. “D-damn right ye are,” she muttered, then turned away to change he subject and get on with things. She grabbed a pile of clothes that were set aside, folded neatly. “Here. It’s mostly yers, nix the shirt. It was, uh…time ta put that thing out to pasture. Toriel had extra, fer some reason. May be too big t’ough…” She held it out unfolded and, yeah, it was huge. And covered in white hairs. Cal snirked and grinned at him deviously. 

“Oh no ye don’t!” She grabbed him by the arm when he started to stand up. “Take a seat, mister, ye gon’ open it up again. Whatcha mean a condition, anyway? This somet’in ta be dealin wit’ on a regular basis, is it? …What’ve ye got?” Concern drew her brow together as she interrogated him, fist on hip. She still didn’t know much of anything about him, she realized. 

*Travis put the massive shit on, it was almost like a dress on him…how was he supposed to look cool in a pink floral dress…he sighed as he was forced to sit back down*

“what passin out from a gunshot wound? nah thats new” *Travis gave his usual smile, as he looked away, trying to avoid Calista’s gaze* “Dying though…thats somethin i do a whole lot of”

*Travis scratched his chin still looking away… he figured he might as well tell Calista everything…she deserved that much* “I…have a machine where my heart should be…no clue what it is…if i am ever close to death…it makes me bleed out faster…But its not as bad as it sounds, see ah…”

*how the hell do you explain this* “Back when i did mercenary work I uh…got a contract wwith a buncha doctors…they did this to me…did a shit ton of brutal tests, but i always bounced back, like NOTHING had ever happened to me. the once cut off my arms and legs, and let me bleed out. I woke up the next mornin 100% fine…not even a scar.”

*Travis figured he would hold off on the TIME travel part till later…one shock at a time* “so when you was healin me…my body thought that I was supposed to be dyin- so the machine kicked in”

As hard as it was, she kept her mouth shut and listened to every word of what sounded to her like a whole lot of crazy talk. By the time he was finished explaining, Calista was squinting at him with an indignant expression that made it very clear how she felt about all of this.

She released a short, hard laugh, without smiling a bit. “I believe ye believe that,” she grumbled as she turned away, tossing up her arms. She crossed the room to the other bed, where her gunbelt hung from the footboard. Buckling it on, she swept her duster coat from the dresser and onto her shoulders.

Heart machines. Science. Reviving overnight. How was she meant to swallow such a story when the most advanced form of technology she’d ever encountered was a steam engine? “I dunno if I believe half o’ what ye’re tellin, but when I figure it out, I’ll get back to ye. Meantime it don’t matter if ye got a coal burner in yer belly or a cogwheel in yer head; fact is ye’re gonna help yer sheriff get back home.” The thought that he might be lying to her for whatever reason kinda pissed her off, but she had issues with trusting such an absurd sounding story.

“Now then.” She turned back to him, still scowling, fist on her hip. “Are we gettin’ out o’ this crazy pit or what?”

*Travis sighed…he didn’t blame her for not believing him but it was rather annoying that she didn’t. he looked down at the pink robes of a T-shirt he was being forced to wear, and gave a shrug* “Guess im as ready as I can be” *he grumbled as he tucked up the sleeves, grabbing his stuff*

“If yer ready sure lets head-out” *Travis adjusted his jeans and attached his holster, as he turned around grumbling* “I feel like a gay wizard in this” *he mumbled, less than happy with his appearance, as he grabbed his hat*

“Snrk--!” Calista snorted as she tried to hold back a laugh, because she was supposed to be annoyed with him, but when he started talking about gay wizards and looking so damned adorable in that stupid shirt, she couldn’t help but laugh. She giggled uncontrollably even while she gathered up her things, which made buckling her gun belt a daunting challenge.

“Eheheheh, oh, c-c’mon then,” she laughed, collecting her hat and coat. “ ‘Fore the goat tries ta stop us.” There were tears in the corners of her eyes from laughing so hard. She couldn’t remember ever being in such a ridiculous situation; it was too funny once you got down to the fact of it.

“Alright!” She slapped on her mother’s hat and swept her father’s coat around her shoulders, then with a smile flashed toward her deputy, kicked open the door and charged into the hall. “TIME TA GET SHIT DONE!” From down the hall came a startled voice: “M-my child!?”

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*Hi there! I’m Aiden. *I’m an INDIE UNDERTALE OC. *in case y’didn’t notice, I’m the GREEN SOUL! *If you’re interested, could you LIKE OR REBLOG this post so I can talk to you all? *Thank you! Remember: STAY KIND! 

“Zebra stripes.” She repeated. “I got a dozen of those! Different sizes, too.” At that moment she had realized that those “band-aid boutiques” were actually blessings and not nuisances.

“I think you need, um… Antiseptic, I think. Yeah, antiseptic. Before I literally patch you up.” The girl pulled out a bottle of the stuff, and a bit of cotton. She began to dab it on where the spear hit Chase. “Nah, don’t worry, I know what I’m doing. My dad’s. My dad’s a surgeon and he had me patch up my sib whenever they got in a fight. Yeah, yeah, I’m getting sentimental.

"Now hold still…”

Ha...she did. She actually did. Chase slightly flinched at the sting of antiseptic and released a shuddering breath, head tilted back against the wall. Weird day. What a weird-ass day this was. He barely even knew this girl. About the only thing he knew was that it was dangerous for her here. Mind racing with thoughts on how to escape, or at least hide somewhere, he hardly listened to what she was saying. 

"Huh?” Chase’s eyes refocused on her when she told him to keep still. Suddenly that band-aid looked a hell of a lot bigger. In fact it was. It covered the wound completely. He...um. What. That’d been a joke, it wasn’t gonna actually work!? Chase blew a short sigh, flexing the arm attached to the injured shoulder. Surprise, still hurt! He didn’t really display it.

“Ok. I’m fine. Thanks, kid.” He wore a stiff expression as he haltingly rolled the arm in its socket. What a dumbass thing to do, thugh; did he think that was gonna fix it? Chase forced a more relaxed half-grin. “Your sib, huh? You got a brother? Sister?” Hopefully not one who lives full of spears, though.

Wilder Than the West

When he apologized, she blinked in surprise, then slapped her hat back onto her head and used it to hide her face. Calista never knew how to deal with… emotion. Or “sap” as she called it. “D-damn right ye are,” she muttered, then turned away to change he subject and get on with things. She grabbed a pile of clothes that were set aside, folded neatly. “Here. It’s mostly yers, nix the shirt. It was, uh…time ta put that thing out to pasture. Toriel had extra, fer some reason. May be too big t’ough…” She held it out unfolded and, yeah, it was huge. And covered in white hairs. Cal snirked and grinned at him deviously. 

“Oh no ye don’t!” She grabbed him by the arm when he started to stand up. “Take a seat, mister, ye gon’ open it up again. Whatcha mean a condition, anyway? This somet’in ta be dealin wit’ on a regular basis, is it? …What’ve ye got?” Concern drew her brow together as she interrogated him, fist on hip. She still didn’t know much of anything about him, she realized. 

*Travis put the massive shit on, it was almost like a dress on him…how was he supposed to look cool in a pink floral dress…he sighed as he was forced to sit back down*

“what passin out from a gunshot wound? nah thats new” *Travis gave his usual smile, as he looked away, trying to avoid Calista’s gaze* “Dying though…thats somethin i do a whole lot of”

*Travis scratched his chin still looking away… he figured he might as well tell Calista everything…she deserved that much* “I…have a machine where my heart should be…no clue what it is…if i am ever close to death…it makes me bleed out faster…But its not as bad as it sounds, see ah…”

*how the hell do you explain this* “Back when i did mercenary work I uh…got a contract wwith a buncha doctors…they did this to me…did a shit ton of brutal tests, but i always bounced back, like NOTHING had ever happened to me. the once cut off my arms and legs, and let me bleed out. I woke up the next mornin 100% fine…not even a scar.”

*Travis figured he would hold off on the TIME travel part till later…one shock at a time* “so when you was healin me…my body thought that I was supposed to be dyin- so the machine kicked in”

As hard as it was, she kept her mouth shut and listened to every word of what sounded to her like a whole lot of crazy talk. By the time he was finished explaining, Calista was squinting at him with an indignant expression that made it very clear how she felt about all of this.

She released a short, hard laugh, without smiling a bit. “I believe ye believe that,” she grumbled as she turned away, tossing up her arms. She crossed the room to the other bed, where her gunbelt hung from the footboard. Buckling it on, she swept her duster coat from the dresser and onto her shoulders.

Heart machines. Science. Reviving overnight. How was she meant to swallow such a story when the most advanced form of technology she’d ever encountered was a steam engine? “I dunno if I believe half o’ what ye’re tellin, but when I figure it out, I’ll get back to ye. Meantime it don’t matter if ye got a coal burner in yer belly or a cogwheel in yer head; fact is ye’re gonna help yer sheriff get back home.” The thought that he might be lying to her for whatever reason kinda pissed her off, but she had issues with trusting such an absurd sounding story.

“Now then.” She turned back to him, still scowling, fist on her hip. “Are we gettin’ out o’ this crazy pit or what?”

Wilder Than the West

When he apologized, she blinked in surprise, then slapped her hat back onto her head and used it to hide her face. Calista never knew how to deal with... emotion. Or “sap” as she called it. “D-damn right ye are,” she muttered, then turned away to change he subject and get on with things. She grabbed a pile of clothes that were set aside, folded neatly. “Here. It’s mostly yers, nix the shirt. It was, uh...time ta put that thing out to pasture. Toriel had extra, fer some reason. May be too big t’ough...” She held it out unfolded and, yeah, it was huge. And covered in white hairs. Cal snirked and grinned at him deviously. 

“Oh no ye don’t!” She grabbed him by the arm when he started to stand up. “Take a seat, mister, ye gon’ open it up again. Whatcha mean a condition, anyway? This somet’in ta be dealin wit’ on a regular basis, is it? ...What've ye got?” Concern drew her brow together as she interrogated him, fist on hip. She still didn’t know much of anything about him, she realized. 

Wilder Than the West

*Travis’ mind ran amok with these thoughts…he didn’t belong here. how selfish was it to let this all happen to her. he ruined her story. the hell kinda hero was he, if he just made things worse for people. the tension continued to build inside him. a quiet, machine like hum began to rumble in his chest, as he fought to stay alive…what a stupid thing to fight for when you arent needed here*

*That’s when Travis’ mind stopped racing. he focused on the voice that was calling out to him. ‘-e willya? I ain’t gonna let ye skip out o-’ The voice began to fade away but…Travis felt different…what was this? he honestly had no clue what this feeling was. it had been so long sense he had felt anything like this*

*’ -s’ you wait. No deputy o’ mine’s gonna be a damn deserter. Ain’t gonna let ye d-’ the voice again…The humming in Travis’ chest slowed to a stop, as the distress seemed to slowly melt away…there it was again…the feeling…no, it wasn’t a feeling…it was replacing something…something Travis had felt for a long long time*

*Travis’ condition began to stabilize, as he squeezed Calista’s hand softly, and unconsciously. a small smile swept across his face, as he rested. for the first time in years, actually rested. his shoulders slacked, and muscles relaxed, as his hand was crushed by his friend*

*He liked this feeling…He…no longer felt alone*

Waiting for Toriel, staring intently at Travis’s face for any sign that he could hear her, it felt like an eternity filled with anxious fear. “Travis,” she called, the anger in her voice diluted by fear. “Don’t ye dare go anywhere. N…need ye here, alright? Stay yer arse right here.” Whether it was her voice, or dumb luck, his condition seemed to be improving. Or at least, it wasn’t getting worse anymore. She couldn’t tell very well, but it looked like the bleeding was slowing down..? And then the tension in his limbs went slack, face relaxing, and she felt his hand gently return her grasp.

Calista could have cried if she wasn’t still in get-shit-done panic mode. “D-dammit,” she breathed, “Didja jes’ want ta give me a feckin’ fright, then? Ain’t funny, blockhead…”

It wasn’t over, though. The bandages still needed to be changed, and the wound re-treated with antiseptic. Calista took the lead on that, allowing Toriel to help despite her renewed distrust of the monster. After the long and tiring job was done, and Travis looked about as stable as he could get, fatigue hit her like a steam engine.

Calista sunk to the floor, her back to the bed, one arm reaching up behind her to hold onto Travis’s hand. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, releasing a long breath, head buzzing like it was full of bees.  She wanted to sleep for a long, long time.

“My child?” Toriel asked gently, placing a furry hand on her shoulder. “Can…I get you anything?”

Calista released a long and steady whine for “whisskkeeeyyy…”

*Travis was not entirely aware of what was happening, but his hand felt warm…and that made him happy. he was lost in his thoughts. and time seemed like something he didn’t mind spending. for the next day or so, Travis’ would slop IN and OUT of conciousness. when awake he could do little else but look at the two that were tending to him*

*how pathetic…he promised to take care of HER…after two days of waking, and passing out. on the third day. he finally moved. a long discomfortable growl left his lips, as he forced himself to sit up*

“ngh…Calista! are you okay?!” *he called out looking over to the other bed, as he scanned the room for his friend*

A scowling face, teeth-bared, sunken-eyed, appeared nose-to-nose with him.

“What the hell do you t’ink?” she muttered lowly. She waited for an answer, but regardless of what it was, she suddenly broke away to sweep the wide-brimmed hat off her head and smack him with it. “Hell n’ dammit, ye poxy gobshite! Two damn days watchin yer sorry arse, no way ta help ye, not knowin’ if ye was gonna wake up atall! Busted arm an the talkin’ goat can’t fix it ‘cause what if it fecks me up too! Can’t sleep ‘r eat, not’in even a small bit alcoholic in a ten mile radius--d’ye hear that, partner!? I couldn’t even drink!” 

She had been storming around in random circles, stopping every so often to swipe her hat at him, but now she stopped, breathing hard, her tantrum finished for the most part. Her eyes seemed watery, but it might have just been tiredness. She put her fist on her hip and looked away, trying her best to be mad, because the alternative was to break down.

“...Aw, feck it anyway.”

Calista threw her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder. Her voice was gentler when she said, “Ye scared me, alright. Looked awful, couldn’t fix it...” She sniffled quietly and sighed, “Not’in I hate more’n bein’ scared.”