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"..."
Gaster doesn't love it here. He supposed it just came down to personal preference; some didn't like the overbearing heat of Hotland; Gaster didn't like the perpetual downpour of Waterfall.
He wasn't suited for the weather, either; his coat absolutely drenched and weighing on his shoulders, black shirt and pants sticking to his bones. Shoes were soaked through, each step squishing uncomfortably; bandages around his hands wet and nearly slipping off.
Why was he here?
There was a certain echo flower...discovered to have retained a copy of the king's, King Asgore's, voice.
Nice day today.
So cheerful, always so cheerful--
He pressed a hand to his mouth, backpedaling before he could accidentally erase that precious message, thankful that in the rain, his tears were indiscernible; and turned, and ran.
Step - Step - Stepstep--
Noticing the pattern had been disrupted, he froze.
"✋︎☪︎ 💧︎🕆︎💣︎🕈︎🕆︎☠︎ ❄︎♒︎♏︎❒︎?"















