FORGET ABOUT ME

DO NOT MIND ME. I AM BUT A NON-ENTITY. THE NAME... IS GASTER. [ A.I. / Alexis ]

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GOODNESS ME. I’VE BEEN GONE FOR QUITE SOME TIME, I SEE. IT WOULD SEEM THAT I’VE... MISSED A FEW THINGS.

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//Hey. Blog’s active. I’ve just been somewhat busy and kind of a lazy fuck. Finals week’s coming up, so after Wednesday expect a return to your regularly scheduled programming.

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Frisk listened, carefully and patiently, to everything Gaster had to say and thought it over. 

“No,” they said finally. “My angel isn’t bad, I don’t think. Some try t’hurt me, but…I manage.”

They looked at their shoes. “Sometimes I mess up,” they whispered, almost too quiet to be heard, before looking back up. “But it doesn’t matter. I’m a good person, right? I fix my mistakes.”

And without really thinking it through all the way, they reached out and made to touch Gaster. “You seem like you exist….why do you and the angel say you don’t?”

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Ah. That was...worrying, to say the least. Unfortunately, Gaster knew exactly what sort of ‘fixing’ Frisk had done. A soft reset of causality. ‘Reloading a Save.’ It was a power he’d seen before. One he’d experienced firsthand. Though to the child, it may have seemed like a permanent fix, all they’d succeeded in doing was fracturing a timeline to give themselves another chance. A fix...perhaps in a liberal sense of the term, that was true.

“FIXING ONE’S MISTAKES DOES NOT ERASE THEM. KEEP THIS IN MIND. BUT AT THE SAME TIME, ONE CANNOT BE DEFINED BY THEIR MISTAKES. SO LONG AS YOU MAKE THE EFFORT TO LEARN FROM THEM... CAN ONE TRULY JUDGE YOU? AT ANY RATE, I SHALL NOT. NOT THAT MY JUDGEMENT CARRIES ANY WEIGHT... HA... HA...”

Gaster was surprised by the human’s touch. In response, he jumped ever-so-slightly, which in return caused him to laugh softly to himself. After all of this...he was still so quick to startle.

“THAT IS...A COMPLICATED SUBJECT. I USED TO, LONG AGO. IN FACT, THE REMNANTS OF MY EXISTENCE HAVE PERSISTED LONG AFTER ANY MENTION OF MY NAME. FEW KNOW OF ME, AND FEWER STILL SPEAK OF ME. MY NAME HAS BECOME A BIT OF A TABOO, IT SEEMS. UNDERSTANDABLE. AFTER ALL. IT IS RUDE TO TALK ABOUT SOMEONE WHO IS LISTENING.”

[absantia-blog]

oh yeah? well that’s good. glad to hear you don’t have anything behind you to hold you back. positive side of things, right? heh… and it’s good to see my humor still is golden for all sorts of people. thinking of writing a book, but that kinda thing would really bind me down, ya know? happy to help, though. heh…

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HA...HA... I’M NOT SO SURE. PERHAPS YOU SHOULD BE MORE... OPEN TO THE IDEA. I CERTAINLY WOULDN’T SHELVE IT SO SOON.

HA...HA...HA...HA...

[bramblebound]

My name is Briar. It’s a pleasure.

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LIKEWISE, BRIAR. HOW DO YOU DO?

[flexemojis]

true that. maybe, at one point, ill go back to making them again! for now im grateful u bothered to do so :’)

splintered. vague and ominous :0 u dont have to elaborate if it’s a sensitive subject tho i admit, i am kinda curious but that’s also enough of an answer to me glad to hear ure not dead, gaster!!

in a way, it kinda will be? but there are two sides to a coin– kinda wish i could just stay put, but, unfortunately… no can do!! gotta go w the flow

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IN WHICH CASE, I AM GLAD.

VAGUE, YES, THOUGH NOT OUT OF RELUCTANCE TO ELUCIDATE. ADMITTEDLY, IT WAS A BIT OF A SORE SUBJECT AT ONE POINT. BUT AS TIME PASSES, THESE SORT OF THINGS LOSE THEIR IMPORTANCE. THE ONLY HESITATION I WOULD HAVE IS IN REGARD TO THE COMPLEXITY OF THE SUBJECT. I ATTEMPTED TO EXPLAIN IT TO SOMEONE RECENTLY. I THOUGHT IT WAS SIMPLE ENOUGH. THEY HAVE NOT CONTACTED ME SINCE.

HA...HA... THANK YOU. I WISH I SHARED THE SENTIMENT.

IS THAT SO? YOU ARE NOT WRONG. THINGS CHANGE, AND OFTENTIMES YOU CANNOT RETURN TO THE LIFE YOU ONCE LIVED. NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU MIGHT TRY. COLOR ME CURIOUS. LIKEWISE, THERE IS NO PRESSURE ON YOU TO CLARIFY. BUT I AM INTERESTED TO KNOW JUST WHAT SORT OF CHANGE IN CIRCUMSTANCE YOU ARE EXPECTING.

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MY APOLOGIES FOR THE DELAY. NOTHING OF IMPORTANCE AROSE, NATURALLY. I WAS SIMPLY DISTRACTED FOR AN EXTENDED PERIOD OF TIME. IT HAPPENS. WHEN ONE EXPERIENCES EXCITEMENT AS INFREQUENTLY AS I... THE MOST BANAL OF DISTRACTIONS CAN PROVE QUITE ABSORBING.

[friskundertheearth-blog]

It did work, surprisingly to Frisk, who rather thought that under any other circumstances they wouldn’t be reacting nearly so well.

They slowed their breathing. 

Something about this place–something about this man, if you could call it a man–was relaxing them. It should’ve been worrying; it wasn’t.

“My angel told me,” they said, very slowly to keep their stutter at bay. “They talk to me. In my head. Ever since I fell, my angel talks to me and tells me…not to hurt anyone. And sometimes, they talk about you.” They eyed him up. “They say you shouldn’t exist. They don’t say much else.”

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Gaster smiled. The child did truly appear to find some sort of comfort from his actions...that, or they had a surprising well of fortitude that they’d suddenly decided to draw upon.

“YOUR ANGEL, HRM? MY...WHAT A PECULIAR NOTION. TYPICALLY, I WOULD BE ALARMED... BUT IF THEY TELL YOU NOT TO HURT ANYONE... THEY CANNOT BE ALL THAT BAD.

WHAT THEY SAY IS WISE. DOWN HERE...NOT MANY COULD HURT YOU. NOT SERIOUSLY, AT ANY RATE. NOT EVEN IF THEY TRIED. AND THE FEW THAT COULD... AND THE FEWER THAT WOULD...

TRUE EVIL IS HARD TO COME BY. OUT OF DESPERATION, GOOD PEOPLE CAN DO TERRIBLE THINGS. AND WITH THE PROPER PROMPTING... THEY CAN BE MADE TO SEE THE ERROR OF THEIR WAYS.

BUT I DIGRESS. THEY’VE SPOKEN OF ME? I SHOULDN’T EXIST, THEY SAY... I’M HURT. OR, AT LEAST... I WOULD BE. IF THEY WERE NOT ENTIRELY CORRECT.”

[frisk-minus-risk-archive-deacti]

Huh? How’d this guy get Frisk’s name?

The child inspected the strange… man. They looked him up and down and concluded that they haven’t seen him before, but he did have a familiar air about him.

In response to his question, Frisk nodded, slowly putting a friendly smile on their face.

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He smiled back. A broken smile from a broken form, lopsided and unstable, but he hoped that it would be of some comfort.

“HA...HA...HA... OF COURSE YOU ARE. DO NOT BE ALARMED, CHILD. ONE HEARS A GOOD DEAL IF THEY ONLY LISTEN. NAMES...NAMES TRAVEL QUICKLY.”

[reset-those-souls-deactivated20]

* No, no! I’m sure it’s you!

* Dr. Gaster, right? I’m sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself. I’ve done some digging around, and…you created the Underground’s Core, didn’t you? 

* It’s such an amazing work. A perfect amalgam of magic and machinery, all mashed together into a great power generator for an entire civilization! 

* Oh, sorry, I forgot to ACTUALLY introduce myself. I’m Specs, sir.

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HA...HA... I DID NOT THINK MY NAME WOULD PERSIST. AFTER ALL... AFTER MY PASSING, IT BECAME A SORT OF TABOO. BUT OF COURSE... THE CORE WOULD BE WHAT I WAS REMEMBERED FOR... HA... HA...HA... YOU'D BE CORRECT. YOU'VE AN INTEREST IN MACHINERY, DO YOU, SPECS? ONE WOULD HOPE YOU'VE NO PLANS TO FOLLOW IN MY FOOTSTEPS. RESPONSIBLE SCIENTISTS ARE HARD TO COME BY. THANKFULLY...THEY TEND TO LAST LONGER.

[friskundertheearth-blog]

“Er…”

Now there was a loaded question. How much had they been told and what were they supposed to say? The little voice in my head talks about you all the time, this is the first time I’m meeting you? I might not be crazy and there might actually be someone along for the ride here since you actually exist? Aren’t you dead? I’m pretty sure they said you were dead? Hi? Sheesh.

“I d-didn’t think you were r-real,” they said finally. “I th-thought I was m-making it up, b-but if y-you’re real, how….how’d I k-know? A-and I th-thought…..you were d-dead…” Stranger things had happened, though, than someone being alive when thought to be dead and the voices in Frisk’s head that talked about Gaster being truthful.

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Gaster sighed. No, this child really didn’t know anything at all. A relief, certainly — but a bit of a letdown nonetheless. A complication could have been very...interesting, to say the least.

"BREATHE.”

The unfortunate misshapen conglomerate of matter he liked to refer to as his ‘body’ relaxed, slumping a bit as it lost some of its shape. A visual representation of the tension loosening, to help Frisk calm down. Or, at least, that was the intent. In reality, it likely had the opposite effect.

“STRANGER STILL. IT WOULD HAVE BEEN SIMPLER IF YOU’D BEEN INFORMED... THOUGH WHEN ARE THINGS EVER SIMPLE? SLOW DOWN, FRISK. GATHER YOUR THOUGHTS. I KNOW IT MUST BE ODD TO MEET A FIGMENT OF YOUR IMAGINATION... BUT IT’S ODDER YET TO MEET A CHILD WHO THINKS YOU TO BE ONE. ...HOW DID YOU GET THIS IDEA? CAN YOU TELL ME THAT?”

[dissociatedknowledge-blog]

@friskyjokes. @frisk-minus-risk. 

...I AM DETECTING A PATTERN, HERE. I AM CALLED GASTER. WOULD IT BE TOO MUCH OF A STRETCH... TO ASSUME THE BOTH OF YOU ARE CALLED FRISK?

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“I…I’m F-Frisk.” Frisk looks warily at Gaster. “I d-don’t think you’re s-supposed to exist…”

They had no clue where those words came from, they just had.

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Well. This was unexpected. Here, he’d thought his name was forgotten. But no...this child had heard of him.  “...AM I, NOW? WHAT A QUEER THING TO SAY...”

To say that Gaster stared back is somewhat meaningless. If he saw, it was no longer through the empty sockets that faced towards Frisk. He returned Frisk’s look with a blank ‘gaze’ — an unnerving gesture that the odd man believed to only be polite.

“WHAT DO YOU KNOW OF ME, LITTLE ONE? JUST HOW MUCH HAVE YOU BEEN TOLD?”

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MY, MY. SUCH AN UNPRECEDENTED INFLUX OF NEW FACES. THIS IS...STARTLING. I DID NOT THINK ANYONE WOULD FIND ME SO INTERESTING. @assault-and-batter. @xnmxrcxfxl. @friskundertheearth. @coffeeandcasualties. @IWANNAFIGHTTHAT. @1nt3rrog4t1on. @BRUMOUSITY. @ncskeletonpuns. HA. HA. HELLO. I AM GASTER. WHO ARE ALL OF YOU?

[dijudicate-a-deactivated2017032]

* name’s sans

* comic sans serif if you wanna be formal and use my full first name

* how’s it going?

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SANS. VERY WELL. PLEASURE TO MEET YOU, SANS. ODDLY. THAT IS TO SAY THAT IT IS UNUSUAL FOR IT TO BE GOING AT ALL. IT IS NOT A DISPLEASING TURN OF EVENTS. BUT ONE I HAVE NOT HAD TO ADAPT TO IN QUITE SOME TIME. HOW ABOUT YOU?

[transyljordanian]

Hi. It’s a pleasure to meet you as well. My name’s Solomon. I’m just your regular, normal, average, generic human. Why are you writing in all capital letters?

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REGULAR...NORMAL...AVERAGE...GENERIC... NONE OF THESE ARE QUALITIES I WOULD ASCRIBE TO A HUMAN. THOUGH... I SUPPOSE THE FANTASTICAL DO NOT IMAGINE THEMSELVES TO BE SO. I IMAGINE THOSE WHO DO... WOULD BE QUITE VAIN. HA. HA. FORCE OF HABIT, I AM AFRAID. ADJUSTING WOULD BE EASY ENOUGH. AND YET...IT IS SOMETHING I AM LOATHE TO DO. ODD. I AM NOT THE KIND TO BE SENTIMENTAL IN REGARDS TO TRADITION. BUT OLD HABITS DIE HARD, AS THE SAYING GOES.

[reset-those-souls-deactivated20]

* Um.

* A big fan?

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A BIG FAN...? HA...HA... WHAT A QUEER RESPONSE. ARE YOU SURE YOU'VE GOT THE RIGHT MAN?