#and they're SUPER convinced this demon is a titan because Hello!! what else could it be

[witchnordemon]

❝ I... don't know .❞ They confessed

There was a lot they didn't know right now; where they were, who they were with, why their pocket dimension lead them here.

He came here with the full intention of shapeshifting into his much more human appearance - of taking on his alias as Collie Noceda and simply observing the mortals here... and maybe even interacting a bit, as reckless as he knew it was to continue to mingle with mortals when his existence as a Collector could potentially paint a target on their backs.

...regardless, they never thought they'd be back in such a similar place to that as the realm in-between - or even that such frighteningly similar realms existed. Quite frankly, it gave them the major heebie-jeebies, and judging by the expression on the demon in front of them right now, it seemed neither of them were enjoying their surroundings much.

Said demon baffled him, truly. When Collector reached into his backpack, intent on opening his personal storage dimension for a small snack (which, during his travels, he quickly learned was vital for a human form), only to reach in and touch what seemed to be pitch black abomination goop, he was confused. When he shapeshifted back into his true form, should his powers be necessary to correct whatever magical mishap seemed to be happening, only to get that fuzzy, staticky feeling that came whenever he entered a new dimension... he was super confused.

When they passed through the threshold into whatever realm they were making contact with, only to find themself face to face with what could only possibly be a very peculiarly unfluffy Titan, they were super duper confused. This demon's one closed eye, the eye socket with a glowing pupil, the skull, everything, was not only undeniably Titan, it also reminded Collector of... him.

But this demon clearly wasn't him, even though the two admittedly looked quite similar. Each thing he observed about this off-kilter Titan made yet another question pop into his head - they'd always been so fascinated with Titans, and this one was no different. Collector had so many questions he wanted to ask at this point. He had no idea how long this demon been down here, let alone how a Titan of all creatures could escape the demon realm and wind up here - or who may have trapped a Titan here, the exact same way Collector himself had been imprisoned once too.

❝ But... um, I do know what it's like to be alone for a really long time, like a really really long time, with nobody to talk to and nobody to help you,❞ They finally spoke again, fiddling with the edges of their pajama sleeves, ❝ so I don't want to leave you here by yourself. It's scary, and I wished I had someone to play with or talk to, because I thought I could never ever get out, not in a million years. ❞

❝ I don't know how I got here, ❞ He began, inwardly cringing a tad at the lie - he hated fibbers, but he didn't want to scare off this Titan by flat-out admitting himself to be a Collector of all things, ❝ but I won't leave you here all alone. I'll stay until we can both get out, that's what friends are for! ❞

‘ i’m not leaving you behind! ’ // maybe Collector finds him in the void or something hehe

❝WHAT CHOICE DO YOU HAVE, CHILD?❞

He tries not to let the bitterness color his tone, but it's hard not to be bitter in these brief moments of clarity. Even now, in one of the better moments. he's far from whole, missing large chunks of memory, of himself, and the pain is never ending.

The child is a curiosity, a good distraction from the inherent torture of this place- if the void could even be called a place- but no matter what they might hope, Gaster can't leave here.

Even if he could, he doesn't deserve to-

Why? he knows he doesn't but the reason is just out of reach

❝THERE'S NO OUT FOR ME.❞