@fiibula
if looks could kill, the expression resting upon fractured and chunked bone, gaster's face, would have been enough to make any other monster freeze in their spot if they weren't first alarmed by the sheer state he was in. chunks of matter fell off in globs and dissipated before they touched solid ground, physical glitches (as that was the only thing that they could be called) popped and cracked from within as any form he tried to create simple melted, once again to an unrecognizable heap. he loomed over the shorter one, his gaze almost piercing, and one might think he was about to attack, if he did not take a moment to look away to the tall doorway only so far away, it's mouth open like a promise of being devoured. the doctor snapped his gaze back to the younger and in broken tones, static- laced and no louder than a whisper, spoke.
' ÿöü shöüld bë ëlsëwhërë. '