DUST. ( it's all i'll be )

                 BEWARE THE MAN WHO SPEAKS IN HANDS. 

“So….Are you one of those good or bad Gasters? Because I’m going to be honest with you on the fact I have never met any that are in between.” Perhaps her encounters with other Gasters have helped her not be so paranoid of them, but this was still a very unnerving greeting as Buttercup tries to will herself not to grab straight for her knife.

Of course she’s only basing her thoughts on the fact she’s only met a very small handful of this monster across timelines. It’s not like she’s met hundreds or even thousands she’s sure exists.

“Doctor, if you’re here to stir up trouble I’d really like to just politely ask you to leave. If not then would you like some cookies or water?” Buttercup doesn’t really thing he’d give a straight answer but who knows. Better to ask and make the offer of being in kind company than attacking for no reason, right?

          gaster’s head leans toward the other, blinking a few times at the human that had seemed to enter his vision. he’d give the other an odd look, before moving his hands in a series of formations. sign language it seems. he’s not quite sure if this child could understand such a language, but it doesn’t hurt to attempt. 

                    [ no child, trouble isn’t NECESSARILY  what i’m looking for. however, asking such seems a bit counter productive. if i was, i wouldn’t exactly tell you. not that i am. ]

(unf relatable feel, good luck! =D)

Asgore just nodded in agreement, the one day he had an important speech he get’s laryngitis! Oh well if it wasn’t for bad luck Asgore wouldn’t have any luck at all right?\

A soft hum escaped the royal scientist as he looked at his king, trying to find some solution to the current problem. The speech obviously needed to be given, but the king was just to  unwell to do so. Gaster’s hands moved in a steady rhythm, spelling out what he wished to say.