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This time he really hoped that this experiment would be successful. He double checked everything he could: coordinates - correct, connection - stable, power levels - adequate, photon readings - remarkably negative. This time he was sure he would summon an Angel, the only being that is suitable to help him.
Then he finally activated the machine. The monitor quickly came to life.
ARE YOU THERE?
ARE WE
CONNECTED?
The monitor showed a simple red heart — something answered his call! The excitement he felt could almost destabilise his being even more than it already was.
EXCELLENT.
TRULY EXCELLENT.
NOW.
WE MAY
BEGIN.
With a flash he managed to transport the Angel to this world without them knowing. The form before him was the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Intricate in its simplicity. The body was seemingly made out of light and adorned in a long flowing gown, the face was covered by a thin veil coming down from their halo. The Angel lacked any facial features, instead they had a red heart.
FIRST YOU MUST CREATE
A VESSEL.
He instructed the Soul, his Angel, giving them options during each step of the process. The husk that they created was quickly discarded.
Then the Angel turned towards him.
«So… Who are you?» they asked.
He was not expecting them to ask… well anything, at all.
WHO I AM
IS NOT OF
ANY IMPORTANCE.
«Are you Dr. W. D. Gaster?»
It seems that his Angel knows who he is. But how? He could have been anyone for all they know.
YOU ARE
CORRECT.
«Oh my word! It's so good to finally be able to talk to you! I’m so glad that I have finally found you!» the Soul said with excitement that caused them to glow a little brighter and the wings on their head spread open a little.
He was aware of their search for him, he was also looking for them for a long time. However, he was still surprised they guessed his identity that fast and that they were happy to see him. Not scientifically curious but genuinely happy.
THE FEELING
IS
MUTUAL.
TO COMMUNICATE
WITH YOU
BRINGS ME
HOPE.
«Doctor, you flatter me! I have a question, though.»
PROCEED.
«Why aren't you using WingDings? I know you can. You did it before, in Entry Number 17. Why not now?» the wings on their head slumped down and the glow weakened.
THERE WAS THE
CONCERN IT WOULD BE
TOO DIFFICULT FOR YOU
TO UNDERSTAND.
«Oh.» the Soul responded plainly then they put their hands on their hips «Well, try me.»
ELABORATE.
«Tell me something in WingDings and I'll translate.»
OF COURSE.
HOW COULD I
REFUSE SUCH
INTERESTING REQUEST?
He pondered for a moment before speaking again.
✋︎ ☟︎⚐︎🏱︎☜︎
❄︎☟︎✋︎💧︎ 🕈︎✋︎☹︎☹︎ 👌︎☜︎
✌︎ ☞︎☼︎🕆︎✋︎❄︎☞︎🕆︎☹︎
🏱︎✌︎☼︎❄︎☠︎☜︎☼︎💧︎☟︎✋︎🏱︎
The Angel started glowing brighter than before. They put their hand in front of him. He moved on top of the open palm. His Angel held him delicately, like he was made of glass or like he was something precious that they want to protect.
Then the Soul said «Well, I have to agree. However, I do hope this will go from a ‘partnership’ to a friendship at some point.»
THE CONCLUSION
YOU SEEK
IS IN THE REALM
OF POSSIBILITY.
«YES!YES!YES!YES!YES!» the Angel exclaimed while gently rubbing him to their cheek. After they stopped they looked down at the scientist in their hands, brought their hands a little closer to their face and said «I'm so excited to learn more about your work, but most importantly to learn about you specifically. You intrigue me so much more.»
The proximity was too much for his heart, the sentiment too intimate for what he expected the relationship to be at this point. He was convinced that his face would be a deep shade of red if it could.
The Angel put him down and waved their hand before disappearing, leaving anything they might have said a mystery for he was too flustered to register any sound.
His plan of conducting himself professionally has just proven itself to be harder than he thought in its execution. If his Angel continues to behave like this he will surely get lost in their warmth.
He deeply hoped that his heart would not fall further for this wonderful being that graced him with their existence. However, in the back of his mind he suspected that it might be near impossible for that.