There is a knock on his door, and when he opens it there is a little baby human sitting there- looking rather confused at the surrounding area before looking up at him and babbling. She reaches up a tiny hand and tries to grab at his feet.
He’d been nursing a headache when the knock had rang out, causing the scientist to flinch. A pair of noise-muffling headphones would definitely come in useful in these sorts of situations, but he had neither the time or patience to dig through the trash just for his hopes of finding a pair to be disintegrated into rotten food and whatever muck that lined various appliances. (Though, this does raise the question of whether it would ultimately be beneficial for work, or detrimental to the scientist’s health.)
Giving a slightly irritated groan as he rubbed his head to try and get rid of some of the pain, he pushed the chair back and stood, shambling over to the door. Who the hell was even up at this time of night, barring him and a few nightdwellers? He found it likely that Alphys would be up, considering her tendency to binge-watch the drivel that she managed to call animated fiction. But otherwise, who else would even bother staying up this late? (Mew Mew Kissy Cutie was a favorite of hers. And while he was often persuaded into watching it with her, he usually fell asleep halfway through.)
Opening the door, he expected a visitor. What he most certainly didn’t expect, however, was a human baby.
How the hell did a human baby even get down here? And since this house was based in Snowdin, how the hell had it not frozen to death yet? -- (Actually, perhaps it was because of the heat that escaped through the gap under the door. He’d been meaning to get that fixed, but hadn’t quite gotten it done just yet.)
Stepping forward, W.D. Gaster stood there for a few moments. He wouldn’t know what to do in this situation.
One version of him would have simply killed the child on the spot. Another would have taken it to Asgore. The third version would have simply shut the door and let it die of hypothermia. A fourth might have tried to take it to Toriel, only to remember that she was gone and quite possibly dead. At which point, that fourth version would shut the door and grieve.
However, this version is our version. This specific version of W.D. Gaster picked up the bundle, handling the child carefully, before gingerly bringing it to his chest in an effort to share some sort of body heat. (At the very least, he gets a free basket out of it.)
Then came the problem. Most of his problems could perhaps be boiled down to the fact that he was not a very responsible person, often staying up late hours to get some work done and completely half-arsing the work in the first place. He’d also frequently forget that he needed food. Not exactly the most responsible person to dump a baby on. Who knows whether he would be a bad influence on it or not? (He was impulsive and irrational for a scientist. Perhaps passionate and quick to make a decision at the best of times.)
Additionally, he wasn’t really sure how a human baby would react to magical food. There was no telling on whether it would be adverse or whether the child would be fine with it. The only evidence he had was Chara, and Chara was about... perhaps around 10 years old. Maybe a little older. (His memory of them wasn’t exactly the best, details were foggy when it came to him.)
He’d have to get the kid a cot and various other things. The only thing resembling some sort of toy would be a color cube, and several board games that he only kept around for Asriel and Chara in the event that he was babysitting, or they were visiting. (It’s a Rubix Cube, dummy.)
And baby gates. And various things for actually baby-proofing the house.
He gives the child a concerned look, before deciding that he’ll worry about that once he gets to that bridge. (And subsequently burns it.)
The heating in the house should be adequate enough for a human child. If not, he could always turn it up a little, or give the thing a couple more blankets.
Gaster shuts the front door to the house, giving a sigh and navigating upstairs to his bedroom. He switches the light on for a moment, before switching it off again and trudging over to his bed, still holding the baby to his chest. He gets inside, placing the child to his right and angling his body so that he was curled around them, before pulling the duvet over the two. He gently nudges the baby up a little more to give them some breathing room, before finally trying to doze off.
