Slim is probably one of the skeletons I have figured out the least. Razz is just ahead of him in that endeavor, but Slim is still such an enigma to me. I don’t really agree wholly with the “Mutt” headcanons, where he’s a mindless, masochistic servant to his Lord. Or with the headcanons that have him as nothing but a spineless, anxiety ridden mess that is only still alive because his brother protects him and whips him into a semi-coherent pile of shaky skeleton.
I don’t have him figured out, but I did have a thought. All of my skeletons have a fondness for music, albeit in different ways and with different genres, but Slim…Slim is one for the more classical side of things.
The sweeping tones of so many instruments coming together to create such a beautiful symphony has always been something that fascinated him. Instruments such as the violin and the piano are his favorite, because even with just one or the other they can create such simple melodies that can carry him away even on his darkest of days.
He taught himself how to read music sometime after he and his brother moved to Snowdin, memorizing where such notes would be on several instruments. He’s even wrote out a few songs of his own, keeping them in the workshop so no one could ever see them.
It’s his dream, that one day, if they ever reach the Surface, that he’ll get the chance to play one of his beloved pieces of music. That he’ll get the chance to express the feelings in his soul through something that always felt impossible to reach. That he’ll finally be able to hear the wonderful sounds come from an instrument that he himself is making sing.
For now he sits, hands in his pockets, earbuds to his skull, and a soft grin on his face as a calm melody plays, taking him to a better place.
Soulful Keys
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