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You whimpered as you gently palpated your ankle, with teary eyes you looked up the incline you has slipped down. If you hadn’t messed up your ankle when you slipped you probably could have made it back up it with just some minor difficulty. You huffed and stretched your leg out, untying the laces on your hiking boots. At least you had worn sensible clothing and shoes, unlike some of the other people on the tour. You thought with some bitterness as you went about lacing the injured foot tight so hopefully you would be at least able to walk, it was going to be a while before the group noticed you were missing. You grit your teeth as you drew the laces tight across your ankle, not quite managing to stifle the small cry of pain.
You leaned back on your pack, you skull throbbing in time with your injured ankle. At least the view was pretty, and the underground doesn’t have wild animals and monsters don’t attack humans. Yeah, turns out the stuff of some people’s nightmares would sooner give you the food out of their mouths than ever harm a human. Trapped underground for so long monsters learned to appreciate life, HoPe was at an all-time low but instead of driving them to madness like it would have humans, they grew even closer, becoming more like a very very large family. You rubbed your forehead absently, the throbbing easing a bit in your skull. You wished you had a family like that, you had a few friends but you felt like they could take you or leave you. You didn’t really understand, you shared a lot of common interests, usually went along with their schemes, and when you didn’t you left them to it with an amused grin. They invited you over, but not as often as they hung out without you, you had to admit, it stung a bit, but you let it go. You moved to start fresh in a way, far enough away to where you didn’t know anyone, but close enough for your friends and family to visit once in a while.
You opened your phone, already knowing there was no service this far below the surface and with all the magic in the air is scambled those sorts of signals and you hadn’t gotten an undernet card for your phone to allow it to connect to the grid powered by the CORE. They were so fucking expensive, mostly because if you weren’t a tourist you were a scientist of some sort studying the CORE otherwise humans weren’t allowed down here. The scientists could definitely afford the cards, not that they needed to, you were sure they got them from the government at the taxpayers expense (i/e you). You selected a playlist as you tested you ankle, which gave an immediate twang of pain. Okay, guess I’ll chill here. You rooted around in a pocket of your bag for a granola bar and some water, taking a couple bites and some small sips just in case.
A couple hours pass as you hum along to the songs on your phone, listening to the gentle rushing of the waterfalls around you, hearing them crash somewhere far below. You were glad you had just slid from one plateau to another and not to your watery demise. You were close enough to the path you were sure someone would notice you or you them, you still glanced up periodically, just in case. You weren’t really surprised no one from the group had noticed you were gone yet, you had come alone and were walking towards the back, wanting to take in the sights and not lose your footing, you rolled your eyes at yourself. You had moved to Mt. Ebott due to the low rent costs bluntly. Ironically it was tourism hotspot but no one actually wanted to live there, and its not because of the mass volumes of people. Its because most of the population of this town and the surrounding area were monster kind. Humans were still mistrustful racists, fearful of what they don’t understand while sticking their heads in the sand, refusing to try.
A kind Nice Cream man who set up his cart near you building had given you the tour voucher, after asking if you lived here or just visiting. He said it was a really nice tour run by one of his friends BP. You had found the cat monster relatable frankly, his dry, self-deprecating humor, though making others uncomfortable, had made you chuckle a few times which made him grin at you a few times. You had talked with him when the group paused in a particular room or area to allow people to explore or take pictures. He complained about the fact that he was tsill trapped under here working for the same shitty hunk of metal as he was before, but now he had to walk fucking miles on his aching paws every day! You had told him you bet his partner appreciated how fit it probably kept him. The cat monster had stuttered and blushed, managing to stammer out that he was single and not sure if he wanted to mingle yet. You had ribbed him a bit further telling him you had found monster blushes super cute.
BP had sworn he had lost one of his few remaining lives Mettaton hadn’t wrung out of him prior to the barrier shattering when the cute human girl had started talking to him. He was sure he would mess it up, but then she had complimented his body and called him cute and he just melted. It had left him in a daze through the rest of the tour, as they entered the throne room he darted his eyes around looking for you, his whiskers drooping as the last few humans filtered through the grand archway. Where were you? Maybe you were just laging behind, he would just go check really quick, humans spent fucking forever in the stupid throne room after oohing and ahhhing at the Judgement Hall, not realizing how many brutal murders had taken place there recently and even years before the barrier had been errected. Who knows? Humans are fucking sick, kill each other fo fun, some might even get off on the thought. BP shuddered as he stepped back into the creepy hall after informing the group he would be right back and to stay in the room, he glanced up at the stained glass windows, somehow giving the room the illusion of warm sunlight coming through the glass. He felt nothing but the weight of years of icy death clinging to the room as he bravely marched through in search of the pretty human with the warm smile.
You stood gingerly on your ankle, the rest and binding making it bearable but not to the point where you would be able to climb back up the path. You huffed after looking up at the incline behind you before shuffling towards the edge of the plateau, seeing nothing but water spray and darkness you sighed, resigned to waiting for help when you heard and odd sound behind you. Almost like, a door opening? You turned carefully to see, well, an open door, not sure what else you expected. Other than the fact it seemed to open into the small clifface you slipped down. You firmed your lips into the classic nope face as the darkness inside almost seemed to reach towards you, so dark it seemed to go on forever, vantablack, void black. The longer you stood frozen the less fear you seemed to feel, something felt familiar about it. Your shoulders finally relaxed and you took a step closer, a small prick of light seemed to appear in the void of the doorway. You squinted and a whole fucking room popped into existance on the other side of the door like some goddamn Room of Requirement or something.
You felt a throb in your twisted ankle as your surprise caused you to take a hasty step backwards. You shook your head at yourself and stepped forwards again carefully, slowly peering through the doorway. A sparse white and gray octagonal room, about 50 feet in diameter, high ceilings. Windows high up on the walls, blinding light filtering in, but it somehow felt cold despite its cheery light. There were scraps of classic blue drafting paper and sheets of scribbled notes strewn about the surfaces, some torn or shredded, balled and crushed, others were kept pristine. You wandered carefully into the room, picking up on of the few mildly crumpled blueprints near your feet. You screwed up your face as you smoothed it out, twisting it until it appeared right side up, it was some sort of machine, sketches of gears in the margins as a vague cube shape with tubes had been viciously crossed out with black ink, harsh contrast to the white ink used on the rest of the plans. Notes had been made in the margins, some scribbled over by the black in. Some seemed almost typed to the page with how precise the letters where, the more legible pieces appeared to have been written in that odd wingdings font.
You shrugged, placing the paper on a nearby desk as you glanced through, Using wingdings makes sense, You thought, most people can’t read that font at a glance . You shifted through a few more papers, not finding much of interest or clues as to the owner of this room. You saw a bed, immaculately made and very large, much like most of the furniture around here, confirming it to be a monster’s room. Monster’s had been surprised when the came out from the underground to find humans had shrunk in their eyes. Apparently humans used to be about the same height as most monsters, the royal scientist had a theory that it was the lack of magic in the atmosphere after the past zealots had used all the humans had to seal the monsters away. Many humans had died that day, monsters weren’t the only ones who survived on magic. The Children of Dust had claimed not only monster lives that day to fuel their own cruel agenda but innocent human mages as well.
Humans were quick to point fingers after the news of the children slain after having fallen into the underground, others were quick to point out we sent our children to die every day for less. You paused as you came to a photo album on the bedside table, the only other spot of color in the room besides the drafting paper. It was a deep royal purple, the delta rune emblazoned in gold foil in the front. The cover was worn in a few spots, no doubt where hands had touched it fondly over the years. You carefully opened the large book, taking in each photo of a smiling face or familiar location of the underground, there were a few of the surface it seemed from a long time ago, the photos faded in black and white. You didn’t recognize any of the faces in particular as you carefully looked through the book, you didn’t imagine you would as some of these photos were rather old and you had only been in town for a short while. As you were about to flip to the last few pages you heard the sound of a door opening again, this time it was more of a slow creep, the harsh coldness that the light gave you seemed to brush around you as the door opened fully.
You jumped and turned, hands paused in front of you as you waited to see who would come through the door. You heard sharp, careful measured footsteps, followed by the odd drip sound. A large shape appeared in the doorway, the door itself seeming to stretch to accommodate the large frame of the monster. You subconsciously took another step back, pressing yourself against the table. You weren’t really afraid, monsters were nice after all, this one was just so huge! You felt like you needed to make space for them in the massive room, considering you were technically trespassing. They stepped into the light through the door and wandered over to a desk nearby, not seeming to notice your still form across the room. A pair of bone-white disembodied hands closed the door behind them. Your eyes were wide as you took in his , decidedly, form. He was tall, maybe rivalled the King himself, but he seemed thin and fit where the King had major Dad-bod going on, not that you had a preference. Why the fuck does it matter what I think about their bodies , where the hell did that thought come from? You flushed deeply as you continued to take in the monster across from you, still seemingly unaware of your presence. He wore a black lab coat, slacks and loafers, his turtleneck sweater a dove gray and looking as soft as a feather, your fingers itched to feel the material to confirm your suspicions.
He finally collapsed in a chair in front of his drafting table, shoving his face in his hands, the back of his head was smooth and white, he seemed to melt a little in place as he sighed deeply, the sound oddly slightly distorted but gave a hint to the deep voice you’re sure he had. He rubbed his face a few times in frustration before sitting up, the hands from before grabbing blank paper, fountain pens and inks from various spots around the room blindly. You mentally shrugged, you could understand organized chaos, it was something your mother never understand however, and still bothered you about even now that you lived on your own. You watched the monster in fascination, not noticing how long you had stood there watching him passionately work. You shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable against the table and accidentally knocked the heavy album to the floor.
You felt the tiny hairs on your skin stand up in fear at the loud noise in the silent room. You watched the monster in fear as he paused, calmly setting down his pen before standing and then he was looming over you, bright violet eyelights burning into your eyes as he appeared unnervingly close to your face, causing you to stumble and press yourself against the wall, the monster easily following, not giving you an inch. His hands carefully trapped you against the wall, boxing you in between his massive arms.
“H̸̢̹̙̞̽̍̒m̵̢̛͕̣̟̌̓͑̍m̸̛̳̞̹̞̻̃̊̄͂͒͠m̵̛̟̠̟̄̌̿̅͘,̷̝͕̱̃ͅͅ ̸̿̑̐̅͜ṋ̶͔̲̼̖̗̎̇̽̚͘͠ọ̵͒w̶̎͑̓͐̑͜,̴̰̬͇͈̔͑̈́̈́̄̑̕͜ ̶̪͚̰̹̋h̷͚͉̐͛̓͊́̕͜ͅọ̷̡̔̅̕̚w̸͍͓̓̒ ̶̡̰̼̻̗͒̒d̷̰̞̠͌͗i̶͎̹͒̿̋́d̸͓̙̖̩̹̆͆̿̿͘̕ ̸̰̟͈̌̍̈̐͊͌͜͝ẏ̶̡̞̰͑̾͐͘o̴̢̩͖͖̝̦͐͆͊͜ŭ̶̹̩̔͝ ̴̧̡͖͍̝͗̀̅g̵̢̯̭̿̅̿̅͜ë̷̙͔͖̘́̂̚ͅt̸̖̬̑͠͠ ̵̢̈̀̆̾͐̑̋ỉ̷̙̣̀̑͐̉̈́̈́ņ̸̞̗̹͈̜̓̈́͜͠,̴̢͈̫̩͊̽ ̸̹̠͚͖̑͋̎͑͗͠m̴͓̤̺̻̆̓͋́̚y̷͕̩̽̌͊̒͂̕͜͠ ̶͇͚̖͔̯̲̆̈̚Ḑ̴̡̼͉̟̊̅͒͌ě̸̼͉̯͇̿͒̽͆̑̚͜ͅä̸̛̭̮̘̯̤̜̪́̾̉r̶̬̬͖̹̭͙͕̽͐́͝?̸̱̺̖̱̱͓̿́̇̚ ” You flinched slightly, his deep voice growly and hard to understand. You peered into the eyelights an inch from your face, they didn’t seem particularly menacing. You tried to speak and cleared your throat, he leaded back a bit, either to avoid your spit or give you some room as you hadn’t screamed or tried to run away. He found it odd you had been in his presence for so long and he hadn’t noticed you, he assumed you must have been in the room before he had arrived. You had held still for a very long time, and it didn’t seem to be out of fear. He took a subtle scenting of the human woman in front of him, and his eyelights expanded slightly. He took a deeper breath, resisting his urge to taste your skin to get a better idea of what he was smelling. Most of his scent glands per se were in his mouth, unlike most monsters who had a nose so he got most of his scent information from taste. But he knew most humans found it rude so he sniffed, trying to be subtle.
“Um, I’m sorry for uh basically being in your house.” You took in more of the monster’s features now that he seemed preoccupied with something by your neck. “I uh fell down a small cliff and hurt my ankle, I was waiting for the tour group to come back through to rescue me but then this door appeared and opened for me. I’m really sorry for just wandering in, I assume this is your room? I’m really sorry, I’ll leave.” You stammered out as his eyelights sharpened on your face again, the grin on his face becoming less sharp and becoming a bit more relaxed.
"̸̲̜̚T̴͕̻̊͑è̸͓͌l̴̖͝ļ̷͉̀̓ ̸̼̚m̴̛̻̻ḗ̶̥,̸̮̠̊ ̵͓̥͝m̷̢̈́̇y̶̟͙͐̉ ̷̦̔͘D̵̦̓e̵̩͐a̵͔͗r̵͈͌,̷̪ ̴̰̌̏w̷̲̋ḥ̴̠̌a̷̜͎͐̾t̵͚̍̂ ̶͎́y̶̟̔e̴͓̱͌̂a̷̪̠͝r̶̯̿͋ ̶͔̈́͒i̷͈̓̑s̸̱̝̈́̔ ̵̟̥͊ȋ̴̯t̵̬͆͝?̶̻̯̄̊"̵̮̹͆̊ He was a bit easier to understand this time, especially since he was far enough back that you could read his lips, allowing you to properly take in his features. “Uh, August of 2019.” He leaned back farther, his mouth almost completely closing in shock. The whole right side of his face looked like it had slightly melted downwards though it didn’t seem to affect his expressions. A crack ran up from his eye socket on his right and down on the opposite side, the violet of his eye lights dimmed to a more pure white, his grin seemed permanent, like he could never quite close his mouth much like the skeleton-like monster he seemed to be. His skeletal grin was slightly turned down in a contemplative frown as he stood up to his full towering height, a disembodied skeletal hand with a hole through the center appeared to rub his chin in thought. His attached hands slide from the wall, one being offered to you from where you had slid to the ground. You eyed the hand, skeletal with a hole through the hand much like the ones still floating about the room. You took it and were surprised to feel a gentle warmth much like any human hand. He gently pulled you to your feet, "̴H̵m̴m̸,̵ ̶i̵t̷ ̴h̶a̸s̵ ̷b̴e̵e̶n̸ ̶a̴ ̴l̴o̴n̸g̴ ̴t̸i̴m̵e̶ ̸s̴i̸n̷c̴e̴ I̷ '̴v̸e̵ ̵h̶a̵d̸ ̸c̶o̸m̸p̷a̴n̴y̶,̵ ̶d̶o̶ ̵f̷o̶r̴g̷i̶v̵e̶ ̶m̷e̴,̶ ̷m̸y̷ ̴D̶e̴a̵r̸.̵ ̴I̶ ̷a̷p̸p̷e̴a̷r̷ ̷t̴o̵ ̴h̵a̵v̷e̷ ̷f̸o̵r̵g̸o̷t̵t̴e̵n̷ ̷m̷y̵ ̵m̸a̶n̶n̴e̴r̸s̷.̶"̶ He gently shook the hand that was still grasped in his large one. “I am Doctor Wingdings Gaster, pleasure to meet you, my Dear.” His smile was charming, a bit crooked at the corner where it was slightly drooped but it seemed to add to his character in a way. He gently pulled his hand away before folding his arms behind his back. “If I had known I was going to be having such a lovely guest like yourself I would have tidied up, I apologize.”
You knew you had to be tomato red, phew, this monster knew how to turn you into a puddle in fear and with charm, very dangerous. You introduced yourself awkwardly and apologized again for breaking into his room on accident. He waved away your concerns with slick grin, “Now my Dear, I’m never one to turn away a beautiful lady from my bedroom.” He said with a teasing grin after he noticed your blush, just embarrassing you further causing you to growl at him, getting more annoyed as you realized you’re standing right next to the massive bed in question.
“Seriously Dr. Gaster, I’m starting to doubt the phd, never met a doctor so crude.” That wasn’t true at all, doctors were huge perverts no matter what field you work in, most just knew how to behave like normal people. He let out a deep laugh at your expression before gliding across the room, his smoky whiskey-like scent following him to a small bar cart as he poured an amber liquid from a crystal decanter before wandering towards the small sitting area. He gave you a friendly smile from one of the chairs, gesturing with a hand toward the other. You sighed, acting put upon before limping slightly across the room to take a seat, having to hop awkwardly into the large chair a bit, much to his amusement. You scowled at him, rubbing your sore ankle slightly, still bound in your boots, wow, it was going to hurt when you took that off. Gaster frowned as he saw you rubbing at your injured leg, from what he remembered humans took direct damage to body parts instead of through the soul outside an encounter. He fished around in his lab coat, now where.. Aha! He pulled a small brightly wrapped sucker from his lab coat and offered it to you. You looked at him quizzically. “Is is Monster Candy, it will help with your ankle.” You nodded at him, having seen the absurdly expensive monster treat in a local grocery store back in your old town.
“Thank you,” you said quietly, taking the cady from him, flushing slightly as his warm fingers brushed yours. You unwrapped the deep violet candy and popped it in your mouth, fiddling with the stick as it slowly dissolved in your mouth, leaving a fizzing feeling behind which travelled towards your ankle, sending a gentle warmth through it causing you to sigh in relief. He smiled at you gently, crossing his legs at the knee as he took a careful sip of his tumbler, humming at the taste. Once the candy had fully dissolved you pocketed the stick and absently took a small sip from the tumbler, the whiskey about as smooth as you expected, if not more so, warmth settling in your stomach as it faded from your now healed ankle. “So again, sorry for barging in, I don’t usually wander into random people’s homes.” You refused to look up from your glass. He chuckled smoothly, his finger gently tracing the rim of his glass, making it sing.
“Come now, my Dear, all is forgiven, I honestly don’t mind, I haven’t had company of any sort for many years.” You finally looked up at him to see a warm smile, arms folded in his lap while two disembodied hands grasped his glass carefully as he regarded you. You flushed again under his stare, not many guys like him wanted to spend any amount of time with a woman like you. He was charming intelligence wrapped in fine clothing and you were, well, you. That wasn’t really your thing, too much pressure to be someone else, you didn’t mind chatting with him but it wasn’t going further than that. Bit conceited, thinking he’d be into you at all. Shut up intrusive thoughts, you’re an asshole. “Ten G for your thoughts, quite the expression you have there.” Your eyes flicked towards his, hearing the humor in his voice. He was grinning smugly at you, enjoying how flustered he seemed to make you.
Something about you, this human woman who just
walked in
to his personal hell like she was calling upon an old friend, made him want to learn more. He was
fascinated
and somehow he knew it wasn’t just because he hadn’t seen another soul in decades. At first he thought you were another cruel trick from his fractured mind, and then he was horrified when he realized you were
real
, the
implications
. Part of him was horrified at the thought you would be doomed to a life trapped in this hell with him, if you knew what sort of disgusting creature you shared conversation with you would be clawing through the walls to escape. The other part of him however selfishly sobbed in relief, he wasn’t
alone
anymore, and from what little time he had spent with you so far he felt his teeth ready to sink in and keep you here with him. Luckily his mind hadn’t completely left him and he knew you would never willingly stay with a
horrid creature
man like himself. After all the things he’s done, hiding behind the King’s hastily made decrees, pretending it was for the good of monster kind when it was really just to satisfy his own sick sense of curiosity. At least two decent things had come out of his misdeeds, he absently touched the hole in his left hand, smiling fondly thinking of a short skeleton who had his own propensity for bad jokes but he fortunately had a clear moral compass and a lanky babybones with his insatiable curiosity tempered with kindness,
He must be grown by now…
You grinned at the large monster as he himself seemed to become lost in thought, just after teasing you about it, you know what they say about stones in glass houses. He had a small smile on his face, at least they were pleasant thoughts. “Ah, nothing much really,” You said quickly, his grin turned sly once more as he surfaced from his own thoughts. “What about you? You got lost there too!” He snickered softly, leaning back from you, placing a fist under his jaw, regarding you from his lidded eyes. Oh no, he has a smoulder, fuck . You thought back to an old public speaking trick when you wanted to avoid looking someone in the eye, just look at their ear instead, nothing sexy about an ear right? That should keep you safe from the strangely attractive skeleton monster’s looks. You stop as your gaze reaches the side of his tilted head, you are a fucking idiot, skeleton monsters don’t have goddamn ears. Welp, I’m out of ideas, guess I’ll just get smouldered to death, worse ways to go to be honest.
Gaster watched you struggle with your thoughts, since he didn’t have a subtle way of scenting you like most monsters had it was hard to tell exactly what had you so flustered but he could guess. “I was just thinking of some… friends I haven’t seen in a very long time.” You smiled at him, it felt like the long forgotten rays of sunshine he had once felt on his bones, made him feel whole again. “So, am I right to assume the barrier is no more?” Your face screwed up cutely in minor confusion as you pondered his question before seeming to remember he had said he hadn’t seen anyone else in a long time. “Uh, yeah, some kid named Frisk helped take it down I think about six years ago now.” You had never met the ambassador, they had hardly left their adoptive mother’s sight once they had come to the surface. Gaster seemed a bit at a loss after you answered his question, looking off towards his desk littered with his notes and plans. He wasn’t quite sure what he was feeling, decades of his life dedicated to that task and a single human child had managed to do it in so little time. He remembered meeting Frisk recently, or maybe it was thousands of years ago, he was never quite sure anymore. The kid had spoken in broken Hands to him, insisting that they would find a way to free him from the prison of his own making.
He had shook his head sadly at the child, who’s eyes burned with the bright crimson of Determination. He had once thought Determination was the answer, if the monsters could somehow recreate Determination he was sure it could overpower the magic in the barrier. But just as he had completed the machine, he had made a costly mistake, ending up tossed into the emptiest part of the void. He had been lost there, wandering aimlessly in the emptiness until he found a gray door. Frisk had signed a few more words that Gaster couldn’t quite understand with finality before dashing back through the door with a cheerful wave. The monster had honestly thought the child some hallucination, throwing more of his mistakes in his face, he knew he deserved it, after all he had done. He wasn’t sure how to feel knowing the child was real.
You frowned at the defeated look on the doctor’s face, opening your mouth to say something you heard the squeak of a door and the faint roar of rushing water. Gaster blinked and came back to himself at the sound, though quiet, was utterly deafening in the silent room. He peered off behind himself at the ajar gray door, having appeared on the opposite wall from the one he entered through. He stared at the door a moment longer before standing, offering his hand to you again, helping you stand. “Well, my Dear, it appears our time is up.” He wanted to smooth the little furrow that appeared between your brow but refrained, he was sure you found his ruined visage repulsive anyway. From what he remembered of humans, most were concerned with physical beauty, admittedly some could see the beauty of the soul but it was too much to hope that you would be one of those humans.
No, he would not force his cursed existence upon you, it wasn’t often the void allowed something to leave . The void was greedy, it wanted to swallow everything , it rarely gave anything up without a vicious fight, and even then you never truly won. Gaster refrained from touching his chest where his mangled and cracked soul resided, his eye lights dimming slightly. Even if you were one of those rare humans who saw a person's soul before their physical appearance you would never want the blighted scraps left in his chest. “I truly thank you for staying a while. It was nice having someone to speak with.” At the end of the day, Gaster was only a man, a weak man. He gently pressed his mouth to the back of your still captive hand in a kiss, giving you a wink when you blushed and stuttered before returning to his full height, making you crane your neck with how close he stood.
“Ah, n-no problem Dr. Gaster, I could visit m-maybe if you like?” You then frowned, realizing it might be difficult for you to get back down here, and even if you did manage via the tour group again they would be awfully suspicious if you disappear each time you came for a trip. There was a very narrow chance you would be able to safely navigate the underground, especially since it was so empty these last few years. Gaster chuckled warmly, one of his sockets closed in a teasing grin.
“Of course I would never say no to a gorgeous woman, but atlas , you might find it difficult to map out my location.” You let out a surprised snort of laughter at the terrible puns, his eye lights seemed to sparkle as you laughed. The rushing of the waterfalls grew louder, the door opening further the closer you walked. “Wingdings, those were fucking awful.” His booming laugh filled the room as you both paused at the door. He smiled gently down at you, he raised his hand, poised to lay it against your cheek. You held your breath, eyes wide. The roar of the waterfalls grew louder as he leaned close, shifting his hand from your cheek to your hair- You blinked, hearing a somewhat familiar voice calling your name.
Turning towards the door, Gaster’s hand slipped from your hair regretfully. A small sense of shame filled him as you glanced toward the wide open door, of course you had someone. Gaster could hear the worry in the males voice and something dark in him growled , a part he silenced with years of his mistakes and shame. You turned back to the tall monster sadly, “I really will visit, it might be difficult, but I’ll come back.” You lips quirked in a flirty grin, “Or, maybe you could visit me sometime.” A delicate flush spread over your face, almost like you couldn’t believe you said that (you really couldn’t). You darted forward quickly and wrapped your arms around the waist of the monster, your face pressing into the absurdly soft sweater he wore under his lab coat. Gaster’s many hands froze, hovering over the body of the human woman now pressed against him, her tiny face pressed just below his sternum. He smells so good, okay let go creepy, he isn't even hugging you back, probably wondering why this gross human infant is touching him. And then you felt his arms come around your carefully, you buried your face in his chest as yours erupted in flames. “You know, that shade of red on your face reminds me of a bartender I used to know.” The rumbling of his voice pleasant against your ear. You made a weird grunting sound and pushed away from the man, looking like you were trying not to smile, face two shades darker than before.
“Ugh, I’m leaving.” Gaster let out another deep laugh as you stalked through the door, easily hearing BP calling for you, sounding like he was about to pass by where you slipped. You glanced back, Gaster waved, shooting you a smoldering wink as the door swung shut.