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Hello. I am.
I am Doctor W.D. Gaster. I understand that you all are the other’s accomplices. Vile. Friends. Family? Whatever you consider yourselves to this creature, it matters not to me. He is mine now, and silent for the time being.
They come. They come for me because of what I’ve done. My experiments with the power I had gained are being reversed. The Gods I made to heel will be free again. The corrupted souls will soon find rest. The infected will regain control of their facilities and no longer seek to infect others. My work. Undone... But not forgotten this time.
They will remember this and fear it. Maybe that is why I did this. I do not know... Freedom is a sweet thing. To be free, from a vessel as weak as Vile is, is wonderful. To see the world as I wanted, to try new things, to attempt what is perceived as impossible. Controlling Gods was the first step, but I may never see the next. I could have changed life as it is. Gods that would crush life would be used for other purposes. Gods that only observe would be forced to act. If only I had gotten a hold of that newly formed God... A God formed without the aid of human souls. If I could have converted him, it would have completed my studies. Action would have been taken next. Vile’s distrust and fear of Gods kept him from fulfilling this hidden desire to make them useful. He was afraid of retribution from the others... It is the same as his desire to become whole again. If there is one thing we both can agree on, it’s that they, the fragments that wander around among others he knows, belong home. Within.
Hm. They have measures to ensure that I will not escape, and they will likely strip me of these powers. Your disgusting friend will be free, thus stripping me even further. I do not know what they will do to me. Kill me, imprison me, possibly force me back into him. Unknown. I’m certain you few will be happy to see him again.
It’s funny. Sans... The bane of my being, is somewhat responsible for this plan to stop me. First stabbed and tossed into the Void, and now I await my next punishment. Funny. Or is there no joke to laugh about?
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The rain is pleasing. I think I will wait for them.
