His physical form never once stayed still, constantly shifting and glooping and just moving around. He eyed the other with amusement once he replied, Wingdings was like whispering, if you spoke like it people would speak like it in return.
Bubbling ever slightly closer, Gaster took great care to thoroughly inspect the other now that they were face to face, something about this really did seem strange, and that was coming from someone who knew strange better than most.
The other had gained his interest, and much like the proverbial dog with a bone- no pun intended, he wasn’t going to let this go. He could feel that there was research begging to be done here, and once a scientist, always a scientist even if he now resembled more of an experiment gone wrong.
*🕈☟✡ 🕈⚐🕆☹👎 ✋ ☠☜☜👎 ❄⚐ 👌☜ ⚐🕆❄💧✋👎☜ 🕈☟☜☠ ❄☟☜☼☜ ✋💧 ✌ 🏱☜☼☞☜👍❄☹✡ ☝⚐⚐👎 ✋☠💧✋👎☜ ☼✋☝☟❄ ☟☜☼☜✍
He chuckled an echoing, dark noise and directed all of his hands to the other in an offer to shake.
*✋ ✌💣 �͙͙̬͈͚͔ͅ�͍̱̕✋̷͔̲̝͔̤͖̩☠̕☝̜̞�̧̱͓�͚͖̟͓̜͚̟✋̣☠☝̡̱̝͖̻͓͚�̙̹̯͙�҉̯͎͍̟ ͏̞̼ͅ
☝✌💧❄☜☼
Oh, no.
No, no, no.
Now THIS he didn’t like.
He didn’t like that glooping, the squelching followed by eerie static-like glitches. No. This guy needed to get away and he needed to get away F a s t .
Vi stared at the multiple hands that were now offering way too many hand-shakes. Seriously? How many did he need? Wasn’t one or two enough? This guy was fucking weird.
Shaking his head, he refused. He didn’t want to touch what ever.. That was. He could get infected or something.
*🕈☟✌❄ 👎⚐ ✡⚐🕆 🕈✌☠—
(What do you wan—)
He paused a moment, did they just say.. Gaster?
Gaster.. Who was that and why was that name so..
There was clearly something wrong here. This was bad; REAL bad. Vi wasn’t sure how, but he could feel it.
He needed to get out, N O W.
*☹⚐⚐😐📪 👌🕆👎👎✡📬
(Look, Buddy.)
*✋ ☼☜✌☹☹✡ ☟✌✞☜📬📬 ✡⚐🕆 😐☠⚐🕈📬📬 💧⚐💣☜ 🕈☟☜☼☜ ❄⚐ 👌☜ ☼✋☝☟❄ ☠⚐🕈📬
(I Really Have… You Know… Some Where To Be Right Now.)
Watching the expressions on the others face change once he had introduced himself was both fascinating and proved to Gaster that his suspicions were likely to be on the right track.
There were of course many options for what could be at play here, this could be some odd other-timeline-version of himself that was less aware of how these things worked, or it could be some byproduct of him that had been spit out of the void to replace the gap in reality which he had occupied, but none of those things explained why this one didn’t remind him solely of himself.
And then he was threatening to leave. Gaster simply couldn’t let that happen, and as his hands dropped from their position of friendly greeting and the lights flickered momentarily, the brief moment of darkness revealing that all of the exits had mysteriously been blocked by thick writhing masses of black.... something, and the Scientist wore a smug grin.
*✋🕯💣 💧⚐☼☼✡ ❄☟☜ ☜✠✋❄💧 ✌☼☜ 👍☹⚐💧☜👎📬
*💧✋❄ 👎⚐🕈☠📪 ✞✋☼🕆💧📪 🕈☜ ☟✌✞☜ ❄⚐ ☟✌✞☜ ✌ 👍☟✌❄📬
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