Oh, this was exactly the opposite of what he’d wanted to happen. While she wasn’t right in her assumption that he was one of many scientists, one of many who experimented on a child, she was still close enough. Gaster raised his hands in a defensive gesture, trying to think of a way out of this without making things any worse for himself.
“Now, now. I’m not whatever scientist you’re thinking of. I’m not trying to trick you into anything.” That last part was a lie, but he figured a lie or two in exchange for keeping his flesh un-charred was a small price to pay. The only way out of this was to convince her he wasn’t some scientist- but to do that, the only thing he could think of was to bring up another scientist she would certainly know.
“I was talking about Doctor Gaster. I heard through the grapevine that he was bragging about trying to capture a creature like you. I hold no love for him, and was curious to see if you’d like to get back at him.”
It was a risk, he knew that. There was always the chance she’d put two and two together at the mention of his name. Hopefully she wouldn’t. And if she did? Well, he’d just have to see how fast these human legs could carry him.
Lyrah narrowed her eyes, trying to determine if what he said was true. It was true; Gaster had captured her once, and though her memories of the encounter (and her subsequent escape) were fuzzy, Lyrah had managed to get out. She remembered just how smug that monster had been; it was no stretch of the imagination to think that he would brag about her to his compatriots.
Even so, it was awfully convenient that this extremely familiar man bring him up now, and say that he was Gaster’s enemy. There were many other situations Lyrah could think of that were more likely than that–including that this man was Gaster himself (Though, looking at his weak, small human form, this was one of the less probable scenarios).
To many others, the deal would be difficult to pass up. A chance at revenge against someone who had mercilessly tormented them? A chance to make that person suffer how they had?
But Lyrah wasn’t most people, and the offer wasn’t appealing to her. It wasn’t her being noble or altruistic; it was fear.
“No thanks,” She said finally, crossing her arms. “I’m good. Find someone else to carry out your revenge plot.”
If Gaster were to come back at the wrong moment– or, if this “Wingdings” man worked for Gaster–it would spell serious trouble for the hybrid. The idea of being captured again–of being someone’s experiment again– wasn’t worth the paltry satisfaction revenge would bring.
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