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[vagabone]

[He speaks in a calm, even voice, perfectly casual. No one can ever truly get used to losing good friends, it will always hurt, it's always too soon to say goodbye... but it's happened countless times to him, because that's simply the way it is when one is being forgotten by both the living and the dead. He's one of them, los Olvidados. They all swallow their pain, they bury it deep and they carry on, remembering those they've lost as long as they can.

And he is very, very accustomed to living with the pain. What he enjoys and what he wants has nothing to do with it. He's not the only one dealing with it.]

Muffet's also gone. I know she did a lot of the baking, especially for the Denny. I'm not so bad at that myself and I like it, so it's no problem for me to carry on with it. It's just, ah...

[Here comes the shameful part.] I literally have no muscles, I'm not so good at carrying things you probably wouldn't think are heavy. If anyone doesn't mind helping out part of the time, I'd appreciate it.

And there's something of hers I'd like to put up in the Storyteller's temple too, I think they'd like to have it.

[Seems that's all. He doesn't say any more...]

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[journalname]

...oh. I am sorry to hear that.

[Asgore never got to know Muffet all that well, for all that she was the only other monster on the islands. He suspects she never liked him very much - understandable, for a monster who came to know humans as more than some faceless, distant enemy.]

Please feel free to call me if you need help. I am not the best baker, but I am sure I could assist.

[vagabone]

I could teach you if you feel like learning.

[Teaching is likely to happen whether Asgore likes it or not, honestly!]

It might be a good idea, you never know when another monster might show up. Monsters can only eat food other monsters make, right?

[journalname]

[He's not even that bad, he's just real down on himself about not being able to replicate the butterscotch-cinnamon pie exactly]

Well, that is not quite true. We can eat human food! We simply do not absorb it all immediately, as we would with monster food, so I imagine many monsters would prefer not to.

[He's trying to say that it makes them shit and that's weird when you've never done it before]

[vagabone]

Oh.

[Ew ew ew, how about they don't go there.]

Nevermind then. I just assumed you guys couldn't, I can't. It all falls right through my ribcage if I try.

[journalname]

There are very few monsters these days who have ever had it.

[Not a lot of opportunity. But he's one of them, as it happens - Asgore still sort of prefers monster food, but he can get by on anything.]

You can eat monster food, though?

[vagabone]

Somehow. It must be enough like an offering to count. Less solid, more essence. I don't know, I wasn't going to question good food.

[Some very faint amusement.]

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[hyperlit]

CONDOLENCES

[Muffet. They'd known her ever since they arrived here. Even...before then.]

[It doesn't feel right that they should outlast her. They're the one who's sick, who's dying.]

CAN USE LIVESTOCK?

[vagabone]

[Might as well reply in text, they like the little pictures.]

You offering to take care of the 🐑🐑🐑 or asking me if I need them?

[hyperlit]

CAN USE THEM TO HAUL


BUT
CAN CARE FOR IF NEEDED

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[missfunction]

[Loss is just one of those things that even Rabbit can't help but take seriously. She can't possibly understand the depth of it when it isn't her own, but she can tell in the man's voice that something is definitely wrong.

Too many good friends are gone. Too many missed chances to say goodbye.]

If you need a hand l-l-liftin' stuff, I'm yer gal. These s-s-skinny arms pack a r-real punch.

[vagabone]

[Muffet, at least, has gone back to her own gigantic colorful spider family... that's some comfort. Ren, on the other hand. He wishes so, so much that he could know for sure she's in a nice place...]

Hah, I bet they do! Shame mine don't. Did I tell you that I knew someone who replaced his femur with a metal pipe? I don't know what the trick is, when I tried I couldn't get it to stick. Too heavy.

[Funny. That old grump is gone too. (Not funny in the slightest.)]

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[tenthstreetbred]

[Her response is instant.]

I'll help with that. The carrying thing.

[A pause and then-]

She was wonderful. We'd been friends since we first washed up here years ago. I don't know much about your friendship with her, but she will be dearly missed. Hopefully she is home now and on the Surface.

[missfunction]

[Ren was Rabbit's first friend in this place, so it's difficult for the automaton to really grasp just how gone the girl is. She can't be gone for good, right? It just doesn't seem fair.]

What if we wrap ya up in tape an' make it stick? Or maybe I just need t' kick yer butt int' shape. Or make ya drink a bunch'a milk!

[vagabone]

[Life is not fair, and neither is death.]

No, can't do that, then I won't be able to bend at the knees. I do have duct tape to spare though! Maybe we can tape you up.

Bah, milk. I'd rather have ice cream. I miss it.

[vagabone]

[They're definitely trustworthy. If anything, they'll take on too much, but... that's a worry for another day.]

Yours if you want them, so long as no one turns them into dinner.

[hyperlit]

HAVE ROOM TO IF NEEDED
WILL NOT EAT THEM

[That is barberic. Why would they eat them???]

[vagabone]

The best spider I've ever met, put all the others to shame. I hope she's with her family too.

Did you want any of her things? I think she'd rather nothing go to waste.

['Too soon', some might say, but... it's what the Olvidados do. Everything is shared, because they don't have much and they don't last long. There will always be newcomers who need things of their own.]

[vagabone]

All yours then. Don't work too hard, alright? 🌺

[hyperlit]

MUCH TO BE DONE

[Especially with Muffet gone. Someone has to pick up the sizable slack she'll leave behind.]

[vagabone]

I mean it. Don't hurt yourself. I asked for help, you can too. Forget those jerks back where you came from who thought you should work until you drop dead, that's not how it should be.

[It doesn't all have to be done by one person!]

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[solperierat]

I'm shit for anything in the kitchen, but I can do the heavy lifting for you.

[And of course he's going to studiously ignore the part about something for the local god...]

...you okay?

[hyperlit]

DYING ANYWAY

[You want to have this discussion, Héctor?]

[journalname]

Well, I cannot say I know much about offerings, but that makes sense to me. Monster food is much less solid than the human equivalent.

[He's had both within recent memory; he's probably one of the best people to speak on it.]

You can still have it, of course! I would not even need to cook it myself - using my fire magic instead of regular fire would be enough to make the difference. 

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[thermalwind]

I can help carry things. I was already bringing milk from Kaltenecker. [He hasn’t talked to Hector one on one in a while. So many people are hurting right now but he adds,]

Not the best cook either but I can learn and help or make tools to make it easier. But what it is that you want to go up in the temple?

[vagabone]

Ahh, I'll be alright. [He's not lying in the dirt out in the woods again, he's out of bed, he's moving, that's 'okay', right?]

We should probably move a lot of her supplies to the Denny. Start keeping it all in one place, somewhere more central than out on the little islands...