"You look so sad." The brunette murmured, timidly keeping her distance in fear of what this man would do to her if she stepped closer, but the look of forlorn sadness stopped her was running away. Even if this man looked more demon than monster she always wanted to help where she could. "Wh-Who are you?" Frisk whispered.
It was fascinating, seeing how different people responded to his appearance.
Most were frightened of his face, and for good reason. The stark white bone, coupled with deep-set eyesockets and black scarring, gave an impression that was far more frightening than most other monsters. Even members of his own kind sometimes stopped, stared, and shivered. Yet others tried to be friendly, trying to look past his appearance, thinking that just because he looked scary, it didn’t mean he was mean. Some thought the scars were attractive. Some thought he looked sad.
It didn’t matter in the end, though. Gaster cared little for how people perceived him, and cared more about how he could use their perceptions against them.
The lights in his eyesockets flickered, and he strains to force a kind smile onto his face. “Why, my dear. I am the Great Doctor Gaster. What would I have to be sad about now that I have such lovely company?”
