A lot of the fandom being obsessed with theories on who he is and piecing together his lore, sinking their teeth into everything about him as breadcrumbs are set out for us to follow.
Years later(?) Gaster becomes obsessed in his experiments of being able to contact us and creating an entire story just to have the equivalent of an eldritch multidimensional being be put in a rat maze.
The player falling for it hook, line & sinker as they thirst for the same thing as Gaster does. Complete parallels to each other on opposite yet same sides. The methods of finding information being stark contrasts to each other.
i wanna hear about gaster being head over heels for the player
but the player just wants to inspect him under the microscope
and once we know everything we just move on to the next interesting thing
so gaster has to keep making content to keep us around!
Oh that's not the dynamic I had in mind but I also loooove that concept okay hold. We're cooking.
(Mild) Yandere Gaster X Player!Reader Headcanons
All he originally wanted was to know you existed. Just a tiny bit of proof of you would have been enough to satisfy him at first. But now that he's reached you, know that you're Connected, he just can't be without you.
It's like an addiction, if he looses your attention for even a moment it feels like his world is crumbling.
He talks very slowly to you on purpose, slow and unskippable dialog to keep you locked in and with him for as long as he can
The story he weaves for you isn't all that vast, but he fills it with secrets, difficult things to find and rare dialog to hunt for. Things that will keep you coming back, trying again, up for hours searching
He chose the Shadow Bosses for this same reason. They're hard to find, harder to beat, frustrating but not impossible. A challenge worth conquering. Time worth spending.
Whatever makes you stay longer...
When you do finally close out if feels as though all the air as left his body. He's drowning without your gaze, your smile and laugh and voice over of the characters
The dark is just so crushing without you
And when you come back its like he's been reborn. Suddenly he can breath and see and think. The world isn't so dark anymore, with you there behind the screen, talking to who you think is yourself
He hangs on your every word, your every laugh, your every crinkle of a smile, like a drug it all makes him feel on top of the world
Don't turn the game off just yet. There's still more to see. More people to talk to. More secrets to uncover. Just a few more battles. Another attempt at that boss. Just another hour. Just a little bit longer
I have been obsessing over both Sooner or Later You're Gonna Be Mine by Staringback and Hang My Hat on You by @hexabee, so I'm just gonna leave these doodles over here. There are barely any Gaster fanarts from these amaizing aus, so I'm forced to feed myself :b
Corestrings is actually so interesting because it’s parasocial on so many different levels.
We can’t physically love Gaster as much as he loves us, as he just isn’t real enough for us. We can LOVEEE him as a character, but a character is the most he can be to us.
Gaster can’t physically love us as much as we love him because he isn’t real. He’s a work of fiction; he can’t really feel.
This also ties interesting parallels with lightner and darkner relationships.
You expected the space beside you to be empty, like it always has, every night for the past few years. Occasionally one of your cats would crawl into bed and snuggle with you, long after you’d passed out. But tonight, just as sleep nearly arrived to claim you, a dark lanky figure greeted your eyes instead, his disembodied hands resting neatly before him. His semi-fetal position mirrored yours, your knees and his resting just inches apart. He smiled at you as though you’d been waiting for him, and he was simply glad to have graced you with his presence.
Fear and adrenaline would have flooded your veins if his face didn’t strike you as oddly familiar. Yet you remained perfectly still, your tired eyes searching his relatively simple, yet inhuman, features, having long adjusted to the darkness of the room. You wondered if you could move if you wanted to, but suddenly your body felt 10x heavier. Oh god. Was this sleep paralysis?
The figure chuckled softly, a deep but pleasant sound rumbling up from his chest, his jet black eyes crinkling with amusement. That’s when he spoke.
“You can move if you wish. You’re just momentarily stunned.”
Relief washes over you. But the heaviness does not lift from your body.
“Try speaking,” he patiently suggests.
You slowly part your lips as you find your voice, its sound weak and trembling like a child’s. “Wh-who are you?”
He chuckles again, as if flattered by your question.
“Don’t you recognize me?” His head tilts toward the bed as his eyes affix to yours. “You were obsessed with me.. once. You drew comics about me.”
Obsessed. Comics. Memories come rushing back. Nights spent hunched over your tablet. You inhale sharply as it finally clicks.
“G-Gaster?”
His expression curls upward with glee. You watch as his hands gently rise up and clap in silent applause. “Yay, you remember me!”
You start to smile, his joy contagious, but confusion quickly sets in.
“But.. why..?”
“Why am I here?” He says, practically reading your thoughts. “Well, it’s simple, really..” He sighs deeply before proceeding, his expression turning serious without dwindling his smile. Nothing could have prepared you for the words that came next.
