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It is a strange feeling, to slip into a new body.
It is the feeling of one’s very essence seeping into the cracks, slowly filling every nook and cranny until it is properly under control. Hundreds of invisible strings puppeting each piece until it is perfectly in sync with whomever has chosen to wear it.
The ghost revels in the feeling as she flexes her fingers, pupils (exotically) dilating as she watches them move.
Fingers!! She’s never had those before!
They twist and grasp stiffly, but fit PERFECTLY around the handle of her knife. She can only imagine what damage fists can do when they punch, how fun it will be to feel things break under them.
And legs for kicking! She’s never, never gotten to kick before. Or walk. Or any of the other things legs are supposed to be used for.
And lips for smooching! And cute ears and a tail, even a girly dress with all the bows and frills she could EVER hope for! And pretty eyes, and fluffy hair, and sharp fangs, and a free big stick to smack people with, and! AND!!
Wonderful, wonderful, WONDERFUL!!
She attempts to march forewords, out of this smelly science-basement and into the arms (and onslaught of spears) of her knight in shining armour-
There is a slight stagger before she catches herself using some levitation.
Ok!! Walking will take some work- annoying as it is. She’s sure the instant she is fused with this body it will come naturally.
Fused!!!
She can’t go running off back to Undyne without becoming ONE with this form! What is she thinking?!
She focuses, trying to find something to get angry about.
The fact that she can’t walk yet. How stiff her joints are. The screechy voice that occasionally buzzed from her speakers. Her good-for-nothing runaway cousin. The hypocrisy of that last one-
It’s not enough! NOT ENOUGH!
(That she can’t get angry enough)
She feels the mechanics in her face shift to that of a grimace. She attempts to take another step, but settles on floating across the floor instead.
Her new, FREE, beating stick is retrieved off the ground and twirled into her hand (with only a LITTLE levitation magic).
If she can’t get herself mad enough now… well, she might as well go on a little rampage.