voice | un: synagogue

[motherfucking_ghost]

So. Hi. [Great introduction, Church.] I was hoping someone around here could tell me more about nnnnnecrotic? Stuff? Necrotic magic.

Mostly I'm wondering if it...specifically saps the life out of things that are...just organic? Or everything that is technically living? Or just literally everything.

I'm asking for...

...

...reasons.

Cursed-related reasons! Nothing bad. Other than the Cursed being creepy.

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[spaghettimonster]

Huh? Oh, my dog.

[You know, that little white dog that hangs out with Papyrus? A little too smart, but isn't exactly a talking animal?]

It's a veritable torrent of information, if you can get it spilling the beans!

[motherfucking_ghost]

Your dog told you. The dog. Told you necromancy magic does the reverse to zombies and they suck your life instead.

...Your dog can talk and you didn't tell me?! What the fuck! Wh- How! What the f--I want a talking dog, why didn't you say your dog could talk and impart some sage fucking wisdom on you? Why doesn't it talk to me? Do I need--do I need some treats? Some bones? Oh my god. It likes you because you're a giant chew toy, doesn't it.

[spaghettimonster]

Because I'm...? No! Of course not!! It's my familiar, there's a magic, mystical bond between us!! It's not just because I'm, because I'm...

[There's a pause, as Papyrus looks at his dog, and the dog looks back, and some kind of nonverbal communication passes between them. It sticks its tongue out and pants agreeably. Papyrus screeches in outrage, even louder than usual.]

At any rate!!! I am not my dog's keeper!!! You can talk to it freely. Demand all the answers you like!