Mr, Mrs. Gaster - Mafiafell headcanons
Their father was an asshole, theres no need to beat around the bush, he was an alcoholic, abusive piece of shit, they treated their mother horribly, meanwhile their mother was the complete opposite, a sympathetic, kind hearted soul in a world where it takes advantage of it and kills every piece of it.
Their father usually threatened their mother with this whenever she attempted to run away with her sons that she will die out there without him, that she's nothing without him she has no idea about the outside world, and lives in a little bubble, all of that to keep her in place and continue being a useful housewife and attend to his children as he dictates.
It wasnt uncommon for him to always refer to her as sexist terms with how she was a woman and where else would she go other than serving him in the kitchen and taking care of his children, any form of rebellion he reminds her that she would be in the dumps and dead and be some common whore if he didint come to save her from it, that he's her savior from that cruel world.
He would be irritated and immediately frustrated when he saw her spend any form of time on different things than what he expects from her.
Mrs. gaster would try and cope from all of it with being and spending time with her songs, talking and listening to them, playing with them, and doing so not doing anything that mr. gasters expectations, as she's spending time with her sons using it as a form of escape yet genuinely wants to enjoy time with her sons, while knowing it wouldnt get her in trouble as she's 'doing her job as a mother'.
But he would see through it and when seeing how much time shes spending with the boys and barely on other things he gets furious and scolds and yells at her to go to other things than just spending all day, the kitchen needs her too those brats can handle themselves he would say.
And then suddenly, after the passing of mrs. gaster, after dying after giving birth to a newborn papyrus, to say that their father became furious would be an understatement, a heavy understatement.
He blamed wingdings and sans, but the main person who he hit was wingdings, because of the facts of how he took over the sympathy of his mother, he hated hearing even his voice, or seeing him taking care of his brothers, it made his stomach sick.
His toxic masculinity drove him before, but it was doing so more now, one time where an argument broke out between wingdings and mr. gaster at the early stages when mrs. gaster passed away, he snapped, and hit the young wingdings with full force with a flying fist throwing and with wingdings slamming hardly against the floor of the living room, his head left light, and as he made his way with his hand to touch his head, he felt cracks..missing parts of his skull.
Right then and there, mr. gaster told wingdings the harsh truth of the environment and slap of reality of the outside world, that he cannot show his emotions, he cannot cry, he cannot be happy, all of that is weakness, and for men, men cannot cry, and especially not be weak.
That mentality settled a bug into wingdings' ear, he didint listen to it at first, and even tried rebelling against that mentality with still looking after his brothers, but than seeing that they have an alcoholic abusive shit as their father he knew he needed to get themselves on their feet.
So he began studying science, something he oh so enjoyed so much as a youngster, but now as a teen all that whimsy seemed to have faded as he's desperately learning in a rapid phase learning everything he could to be able to apply for a job.
their father never liked them, but for papyrus? he despised him. he never spoke a word about it, he didint need to, his eyes told everything from the moment he was born.
He made a point to express it.
Wingdings didint know what caught him in the moment, but as he was walking through the house his mind blank from all the studying he had done for days on end, as he passed the rooms continuously behind him, he heard a sound of water splashing.
He didint know what came over him, but the sight alone awakened something within him, maybe it was from the kept in resentment towards their father, maybe it was from the abuse, maybe from both, or maybe it was from seeing their father drowning an infant papyrus into the bathtub.
In a blink of a moment, it seemed all of those three combined became his slap from reality, and before he could even register what he himself had done, the shot has been fired. with his father on the ground, taking out his baby brother out of the tub thankfully breathing, couldnt be said the same for their father.
Even after all that he had done, the most markable thing that remained in his mind of his fathers' actions was how his face grew a smile in his final moments, staring directly at wingdings, before all that was left of him as of his existence was the dust scattered across the floor.
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