'...who is this guy? I've never met him..." Mid looks at the others.
The lost soul launched more attacked at the noise, which were mostly blocked by Reaper. A few got though his guard, but he took them instead of letting Mid get hit. “Damn, this kid is strong,” Reaper gasped. His HP was getting low… He used his turn gulping down some food for healing “003, the Underfell fusion child,” CP said, stepping up next to Reaper. “He was an experiment for his Gaster until we took him in. ‘m surprised you haven’t seen him. Dawn seemed to like him.” Or had Mid just never seen him in his blaster form?
Error came up to 003, kneeling next to him and petting his head gently, saying "Son, I'm here. Everything is going to be ok, alright ?"
The lost soul flinched at the touch, before relaxing. He trilled happily, closing his eyes. Someone who looked suspiciously mun-like was holding the anon who suggested killing 003 still in the background.
A soft sensation seemed to brush against Spike’s belly as he lay face-down in the grass. His nose was filled with the unusual scent of dew and wet plantation. He had a headache, which didn’t make the fact that he was lying on his stomach with his face planted into the dirt any better. Behind him, he could hear strange vocal noises behind him, as someone, or something, appeared to be speaking in a cutesy, Alien-like language. That’s when he felt something grab hold of his tail.
*walks awkwardly up to her and hands her some paperwork* Here. -Montréal (body swapped with Ottawa)
*looks up, readjusting her glasses* Huh? Oh- thanks, Ottawa… *takes them and opens a filing cabinet, slipping them in* … Hey, did you ever get those files done I gave you about a week ago? Another report about it came in this morning.