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anythingdrabbleTitle: Bold and Italic
Fandom: Undertale
Rating: PG-13/Gen
Words: 300
Characters: Asgore & Gaster
Challenge 47 - Bold
Tags: headcanon!Gaster, mild spoilers, fourth wall what fourth wall?, dad jokes
"You're rather bold today," he idly commented as the King walked in and sat heavily down on his throne with a sigh. Asgore looked up; the melted skeletal face regarded him upside down like a gaunt, misshapen bat in a well-fitted labcoat. His feet clipped through the ceiling in an angry snarl of displaced pixels.
"A King must appear as a firm authority figure even when he just wants to get back to playing with his son and watering the flowers."
"I meant your font. You've been shouting a lot," he said, "Is something bugging you?"
"I shouldn't think so, Alphys clears out all the espionage devices every morning before I get to the podium. Unless she's the one doing it."
"Now you're doing it on purpose," he sighed.
"I'm a dad. I make dad jokes. It's what I do."
"You're italicising every other word, too. It makes you sound flowery. I know from experience you're angry when you're flowery."
"I told you there aren't any echo flowers, nobody has the room bugged."
"Your jokes get worse, too. Mind telling me the truth about what's up?"
"Mind telling me how you can see fonts?"
"When I first came back here, I used a font nobody else could read, could even interpret it as a language, rather than just random pictures of things. I don't think it was even a case of having a different language, because I didn't have anyone to talk to. Somewhere in the Unused Realm, my language processing centres got a bit garbled. So I had to teach myself manually, with great effort, how to talk in and understand a readable font. I developed a talent for it out of necessity," he took a deep breath, unnecessary in a skeleton, "Now you confess."
"Okay, it's... my ex-wife..."
Fandom: Undertale
Rating: PG-13/Gen
Words: 300
Characters: Asgore & Gaster
Challenge 47 - Bold
Tags: headcanon!Gaster, mild spoilers, fourth wall what fourth wall?, dad jokes
"You're rather bold today," he idly commented as the King walked in and sat heavily down on his throne with a sigh. Asgore looked up; the melted skeletal face regarded him upside down like a gaunt, misshapen bat in a well-fitted labcoat. His feet clipped through the ceiling in an angry snarl of displaced pixels.
"A King must appear as a firm authority figure even when he just wants to get back to playing with his son and watering the flowers."
"I meant your font. You've been shouting a lot," he said, "Is something bugging you?"
"I shouldn't think so, Alphys clears out all the espionage devices every morning before I get to the podium. Unless she's the one doing it."
"Now you're doing it on purpose," he sighed.
"I'm a dad. I make dad jokes. It's what I do."
"You're italicising every other word, too. It makes you sound flowery. I know from experience you're angry when you're flowery."
"I told you there aren't any echo flowers, nobody has the room bugged."
"Your jokes get worse, too. Mind telling me the truth about what's up?"
"Mind telling me how you can see fonts?"
"When I first came back here, I used a font nobody else could read, could even interpret it as a language, rather than just random pictures of things. I don't think it was even a case of having a different language, because I didn't have anyone to talk to. Somewhere in the Unused Realm, my language processing centres got a bit garbled. So I had to teach myself manually, with great effort, how to talk in and understand a readable font. I developed a talent for it out of necessity," he took a deep breath, unnecessary in a skeleton, "Now you confess."
"Okay, it's... my ex-wife..."
