Nov 15, 2017
"Don't worry Gaster, I'll be back! I promise I'll come back and visit you!" But they never returned.
“…”
Gaster wasn’t holding out Hope for your return anyway.
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"Don't worry Gaster, I'll be back! I promise I'll come back and visit you!" But they never returned.
“…”
Gaster wasn’t holding out Hope for your return anyway.
Starter for @bcrnt-petcls
It was their birthday.
Gaster’s hands clutched tightly to the Window-- so tightly that if he had flesh his knuckles would be white with the strain.
Inside his house, Sans and Papyrus sat at the table with a few others to celebrate their birthday. Though no sound came through, Gaster could tell what was going on due to the cake and presents laid out on the table, the smiling faces, the synced lip movements of all those gathered singing what he knew to be “Happy Birthday.”
And he wasn’t there.
A strangled sob left his throat and his hand touched the windowpane as Sans let Papyrus blow out the candles on their cake.
Then the window disappeared.
Gaster’s hands clenched tightly on nothing, and for a second he didn’t react; too stunned to take in that the sight was gone...
Then sobs bubbled up inside him as he clutched at his cracked Soul...
He missed them so much...
💧
Gaster often cried in front of his Windows.
He didn’t know why they existed if not to taunt him and remind him of what he was missing. He couldn’t hear what was going on inside the houses he peered into, but he could guess.
Today, Papyrus was yelling at Sans to feed his pet rock, and Sans was telling him he would do it later. Of course, Papyrus stormed off to the kitchen and threw the container of sprinkles at Sans who caught it with his magic.
“LAZYBONES!” He could hear Papyrus saying in his mind, and suddenly the Window faded.
Gaster had almost been smiling at their antics, but his Soul dropped when his boys’ images disappeared once again.
A sob rose in his throat.
He missed them so much.
Thoroughly distracted by the scene, he didn’t realize he was no longer alone.
* Hey Doc, I've been meaning to ask you how you got the holes in your hands. Since from what I've seen and heard, each Gaster seems to get them differently. Like how my Doc got his from a machine that exploded, which is also how I got the scar on my cheek
Gaster looked over to James inquisitively, “Really?”
He looked at his own hands. He hadn’t really thought to ask how any other Gaster had gotten the holes in his hands. It was usually… a delicate subject, one of which he tended to skim over the details.
He had never told anyone his original intention of the project, and it would stay that way, but the outcome was known to most everyone who had cared to know, back when people… remembered.
“The holes in my hands are from when I removed bone with which to use as a base that eventually became Sans and Papyrus, as you know them.”
He rubbed his palms together, or what was left of them. “I suppose I could have used any part of my body but I figured… these were the parts I could do without.”
It sounded silly, now that he said it aloud, but… he hadn’t been about to ask anyone else for a portion of their body for his secret experiment.
“And… of course I raised them.” He said, somewhat for clarification. He knew many Gasters had experimented on their “sons” but he had never done anything of the sort. Not for barrier breaking purposes, but only to ensure they were growing and remaining healthy as normal-born monsters.
“Of course they… wouldn’t remember, but I… loved them dearly. I still love them…”
And James knew that, because he’d helped Gaster get in touch with them again.
@atatteredsoul replied to your post: @atatteredsoul, @flameofsnowdin
*cliNGS TO G* H-HELP
“T-Tatters??? Is everything a-alright??”
% - for a CURIOUS text.
[TEXT]: This might seem like an odd question but… is it just me or do you also lack the need to eat?
@cvaroleplay replied to your post “Hey G! Are you... able to eat? By any chance? What kind of food do...”
"Youuuu could say that~! Do you like food from Grillby's?" -Dee
“Oh, I love Grillby’s! Grillby is a close friend of mine. We used to go there all the time; Sans, Papyrus and I. Even Asgore would join us on rare occasion...”
“I miss it all dearly...”
@cvaroleplay continued from X
Gaster simply sat and listened as the other rambled. He seemed young, somehow untouched by the devastation the Void had brought on other versions of himself...
He was so bright and cheerful, Gaster couldn’t help but just smile as he listened. The carefree attitude was like a balm to the scientist’s frayed nerves.
When the other stopped to ask a question however, Gaster was almost started by the lack of sound.
“O-Oh... there’s... no gravity here.” He explained. “You probably don’t want to enter-- most who do are uneasy here and cannot maneuver...”
As he spoke he watched the other intently, taking him in, but then he remembered himself, “Oh, and... I suppose I should introduce myself, though... we are the same person I figure.” He chuckled a bit, albeit nervously, “Uh, I’m Doctor W.D. Gaster, but most just call me Gaster...”