#fatherofscience

[deadly-devotion]

I couldn’t get eggs out of my head and had nothing else better to do. So I created a travesty.  - Narra, on egg painting.

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@fatherofscience

@riskyeggs

[deadly-devotion]

How dare you, sonny. Respect your elders >:(!

ahem...

HEY. LOOK AT ME

I’M W.D. GASTER

I HAVE A SCIENCE FETISH AND SOUND LIKE OL’ DIAL UP INTERNET

SCREW THE ROUXLS, I’M STUCK IN THE DANG CORE

[vilefilth]

Ah yes I have returned from my vacation on meme island.

Oh hey there. Been awhile. How was your stay?

[vilefilth]

"My dearest friend how the void has separated us both. It's time to reunite and be bff's."

HOLY SHIT IT’S YOU!!!! BFFS BFFS BFFS BFFS!!!!!!!!!!! UNFORTUNATELY I AM A RADIO SO I CAN’T REALLY VISIT.

[mortalcircle-blog]

@fatherofscience

“Given that we’re both W.D. Gaster from different timelines,” Gaster spoke steepling his hands, “I am intrigued about our ability to cooperate with each other.”

“After all, when it comes to science, someone who thinks the same exact ideas as you do without deviation is no better than having a yes-man as a collaborator.  It’s akin to the difference of two people separately racing each other and two people collaborating in a relay race.” 

“So I propose a Q&A session to determine if the differences between the two of us is sufficient for collaboration. We will first introduce ourselves by our name, title, and specialization, and any other small tidbits that may define our uniqueness. Then we’ll begin answering questions to each other.” Gaster pulled out a notepad and pen. 

“I am W.D. Gaster, Royal Scientist. I specialize in the science of the Soul. I play the piano as a hobby.”   

[thatfallenkid]

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V I A

Chara stared up at the figure talking to the woman who’d run the orphanage, standing behind her leg and peeking out, giving a timid but energetic wave up to the new adult.

They’d been there since the age of three, a long four years, and they didn’t trust people much at all. They’d traveled from foster home to foster home, but they were always sent back, because the parents couldn’t deal with their... experimental nature. 

They clutched their small backpack as the adults seemed to be finishing up their conversation, and the door to the world outside the orphanage, and their new life opened.