This one deserves an AU overview too.
-Grillster-centric wartime fic.
-Set near the end of the War between Humans and Monsters, which has basically replaced WWII in an alternate universe. Everything takes place on the surface, but in a mountainous region where the humans are steadily seizing control of the “high ground.”
-Grillby and Sans are spy partners.
-Dr. W. D. Gaster is a genius multi-specialist scientist who has studied the SOUL, modern energy production, and the relativity theories of an interesting human called Dr. Einstein. He’s currently working for the humans under house arrest.
-Grillby, under the alias of Kip, a Snowflower spy working for the humans, attempts to learn what Gaster is up to.
-Eventual intrusive flashbacks
-Stealthy stealthiness of stealth
-Various states and stages of psychological distress
-And menacing bad science that probably should not have been left turned on.
-Kip’s alias is a Companion, Gaster’s personal consort. Gaster is less than interested in sexual intimacy, which is kind of a relief to Kip, or in any intimacy, which is frankly annoying considering the nature of his mission. New mission: force Gaster to accept my frickin’ friendship by any means necessary
-Gaster is an infuriating blend of antisocial socially anxious lonely asexual terrified of everything angry derp. Good news: he’ll probably be easy to manipulate--once Kip can get his confusing little mind figured out.
-The main joke of this fic is that it looks like there’s going to be sex and there is not. There will be fake friendship. At least, I think it’s fake. Is it fake? Can I tell? What even makes sense anymore? What is friendship?
-Gaster has a deep hatred of specific random things such as silky fabrics, bright colors, the number eight, and spoons. ...He’s gotten used to spoons seeing how the things keep turning up on his breakfast table.
He loves sweaters.
-Kip is a hollow shell of sarcasm, death wishes and cunning. He likes food and murder.