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[gasttaton]

@invoision submitted:  I don’t think I ever submitted these to you!

[journalsauthored]

"Gasters are largely a difficult group to trust, I would caution you, Stanford."

“I’m not young anymore-- I’m capable of skepticism and I can realize who is good for me and who is bad. I can assure you, my Gaster is someone I trust. Unequivocally.”

[rxlskrd-blog]

A.R.A.B. (All Rouxls Are Bastards)

A . G . A . S ( all gasters are shit )

[lastfallen]

- tfw you’re dragged into a mad doctor’s lair -

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[thrashedyou-blog]

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Well, seemed like a normal day, sun shining, school being a pain in the ass. Yep, this was the normal life that Susie had been living, being a bully and keeping a good distance from everyone.

Though today was a little different. The tall lizard would walk for a moment before bumping into something no, someone.

“.....Hey, watch where you’re going, dumbass.”

[thothscripture-archive-blog]

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It seems various forms of Gaster were popping up no matter what timeline he goes; Not that it mattered. The deity often wondered how the effects of the core rendered the other variants, are they like the one he was currently at a wit's end with? Or more friendly such as the small inch sized one?

He would soon find out as he floats down, giving a quick glance over before spotting him. 

“...”

[jvstmc-archive-blog]

... Where was she? Why couldn’t she see anything?

The darkness seemed to stretch infinitely, with no end in sight --- and Monika couldn’t remember how she wound up like this. The one thing she knew... was that this was not Doki Doki Literature Club anymore. Wherever this was... it was unfamiliar to her.

She couldn’t bring up the console as easily --- this must be a place that’s coded differently. Yet, she could interact with things that weren’t in front of her. Objects, settings --- somehow, she was able to bring a table to her location. The setting... seemed to change to a cave. Did she bring it to her, or did she bring herself there? She didn’t know.

It would take her some time to learn more about this world --- but she did not have a choice in the matter, it seemed. If she wanted to find out what was going on, she’d likely have to do it by her own hands.

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A pained growl echoes through the laboratory they landed in. The demon wasn’t exactly aiming anywhere specific, too much distractions were keeping them occupied. As the wrap behind them closes they fall to the floor, hand on their side, sweatshirt soaked in scarlet that definitely wasn’t blood, at least not all of it. It wasn’t theirs, and so wasn’t the stains of powder. Chara didn’t bleed after their death- their body ran purely on DETERMINATION.

They let out a few inaudible mutters as they scramble themselves together, standing up on wobbly legs. Crimson drips from their wound, splashing on the floor with a gentle hiss, like acid. Only after they munch on a chocolate bar, they start to pay attention to their surroundings. They found themselves in a dark, eerie lab. With a soft hum, one hand shoved into their pocket they started to explore to distract themselves from some pain they felt. This one was different, they haven’t seen this before. 

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