#lucas gaster

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will says I’m not allowed to say assflash around asriel I say asriel’s a wiener even if he’s my best friend, and my brother agrees, so there.

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Entry No. 4

Will drops into his chair with a groan. 

He’s got a set of claw-inflicted gashes on his left arm, which were unfortunately inflicted straight through his sweater. He’s bleeding from them, but not enough that he cares to bandage up yet. Otherwise, he just looks... satisfied.  In the background, there’s the sound of happy crying.  “Chara is awake.” Will starts, folding his hands in front of him. “And seems to be mostly intact. They are currently with Asriel and Lucas in the other room.”

“They don’t seem to be able to speak. I believe it’s related to laryngeal damage from the flowers’ toxin. It may be fixable through surgery, but I’ll need to investigate further before I attempt anything. Their sense of balance was certainly unaffected, they were quite capable of defending themselves from a perceived threat...” As Will speaks, one of his remote hands wanders in the background, a bite mark in its side. It looks almost dazed.  “They have made some comments that have me particularly concerned about what they might have been experiencing while their Soul was acting up. There’s not much to be done about that, at the moment, but it bears monitoring.” Will says, sliding over to pick up the hand and gently rubbing its palm. Like an animal, it spreads itself wide and relaxes in his grip, and he begins to slowly repair the bite marks with his magic.  “It’s still hard for me to process that the Queen would decide to entrust the kid to me. Lucas and Asriel haven’t been told yet. I’ll talk to Chara about it once things have calmed down some. I agree with her assessment that the child should be in a situation where their caretaker can monitor their health, but I still barely feel like I knew what I was doing with just Lucas.” Will shakes his head and pats the remote hand, its wounds filled in as though patching a piece of clay. It hops into the air and gives him a thumbs-up before sailing off past the camera.  “I am also attempting to find temporary means of communication with Chara that don’t require a pad or pen or keyboard. I seem to recall a form of hand-gesture-based language that was practiced by mute and deaf individuals on the surface, but there isn’t anything in the literature I have down here about it. If there’s anyone out there who knows of such a system, please let me know?” “Ah, and on that note-” Will clears his throat. “My deepest thanks to Sentiment, a Doctor like myself who helped me resuscitate Chara. He answered some of my questions and was generally pleasant to work with. I hope to meet many more individuals out there through this connection. For now, log number four, William D. Gaster, signing off.”

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Entry No. 2

This time, Will is nowhere to be found. Instead, the tops of two fuzzy heads appear at the bottom of the frame, one black, one white.  “Told you the angle was messed up.” One says, and a gangly black-furred arm reaches up to fix it. The hand has a visible set of pink pads. “S’not my fault your dad’s almost taller than mine.” The other replies.  As the camera angles down, the kids come into view. Asriel and Lucas, giving each other a look. At least they look rested and fairly composed. Just like before, there’s the gentle beep of an EKG in the background. Asriel’s wearing borrowed pajamas, and he’s folded the extra sleeves into a sort of scarf. Lucas’ eyes are a gentle gold. “Okay, uh, how to start?” Lucas asks, folding his arm back around his chest to rub his shoulder. “Umm. Hi. I’m Lucas Gaster, an’ this is Asriel Dreemurr.”

“Doctor Gaster’s sleeping.” Asriel says. “So, uh, we thought... we might try and record some stuff for this thing. We just got a message that the, um, the probe thing was ready.” “I mean, it came up on dad’s phone.” Lucas clarifies. “But he hasn’t slept for, like... three days.” “So we wanted him to sleep.” Asriel says. “And, um, here we are. It said we could get text messages and maybe images. Video and live stuff, they said, that’d take more bandwidth.” “Something about the probe-thing’s location.” Lucas says. He shrugs. It’s an odd rippling motion with all four arms. “I dunno exactly. But anyway.” “First of all, wanna make sure everyone knows, already told Doctor Gaster. Chara told me to call ‘em ‘they’ an’ ‘them’.” Asriel says, crossing his arms. “I know he said ‘girl’ in the first’un but he was wrong.” “Yeah, dad didn’t know.” Lucas says. “Second, um. He’s really not sure what’s going on.” “He said the flowers might mess with her brain.” Asriel says. Both kids glance past the camera at something. “And he sounded really worried about that.” “So, um, if you’re out there, maybe send a message back? Just.. you know, in case.” Lucas says. His eyes return to the camera. “‘cause my dad needs help. He was so tired. An’ Chara needs help too.” “Yeah.” Asriel nods. “Even jus’ knowin’ there’s someone out there would probably be nice, I guess?” “Would mean he could ask more specific stuff!” Lucas says. “And, I mean, people from another... what’d he call it?” “Time-line?” Asriel shrugs. “Anyway, meetin’ new people’d be cool.” “*Very* cool.” Lucas agrees. “Especially if dad can get help with Chara.” “Yeah, um. I’m... I’m pretty scared that, y’know, they aren’t gonna wake back up.” Asriel says, wringing his hands. Lucas wraps both of the arms on that side around him in a hug. “S-so, um. Yeah.” “S’pretty much all of it. Um... talk to you later, maybe?” Lucas says, then taps the escape key, and the transmission goes blank.