ᵃˡˡⁱᵉ’ˢ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ

«DARK.

DARKER THAN DARK.»

You could feel your body trembling. A connection has been established with the one you had been so curious about. The one you called at first, "mystery man" has become "Gaster", although, you're not sure if that's his name.

You could see him, that's for sure. But every time he reaches for you... You feel his presence everywhere. You know exactly why this happens. You heard of it before, when you were a guide to another, maybe younger one, in another time. He knew about you too, in the same way. You both yearned for each other, to know more of each other, but... With your duties on the light world, with a cage that hated you, that wasn't truly yours... You didn't have much time.

But every time, you searched for him. And hoped you would meet each other again, someday. And now, that he was in front of you... You barely knew what to do. But you always had like, what, 2 to 3 options of possible dialogue to express yourself anyway? From your perspective, it always has been a game for you, so why did it matter so much for you now? Why were you so scared?

Well, there's a man here. And he looks happy to see you. He waves at you, you wave back, in what appears maybe fear... Or maybe amusement?

He gets closer and puts his hollow hand softly on your shoulder. You finally get to hear his voice.

"WELL. AS PROMISED, YOU GOT TO SEE ME AGAIN. OR PERHAPS, AM I THE ONE SEEING YOU?"

you only get two choices to answer.

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Regardless of what you chose, he smiled warmly at you, chuckled and shook his head. He took his hand out of your shoulder, but the weight still remained...

He pointed at the distance, and there it was, a tree. It looks like he's inviting you to come with him. He shows his empty palm... And you hold his hand.

You walk past what could only be described as purplish fog, dense, fog. You looked at the floor for a second, you were walking on water without noticing, and the more you looked, the more your feet started to sink...

The man asks you to look at him. Your eyes meet, and so, your fears fade away too. You could feel how the water repels you and how slowly it turned back into the cold ground you were standing in.

"DON'T WORRY. YOU'LL GET USED TO IT." he says, and you wonder if you really could.

You didn't know where he was taking you. But none of that mattered at all, as long as you could see him as much as you pleased. None of you spoke a word on the rest of the trip. It wasn't needed anyway, you already got everything.

At some point, you decided to look at the sky, and there, you saw yourself, your real self.

You decided to ignore the metawriting implications of this.

As you finally arrive at the location, you feel a sensation of familiarity, you can swear you saw this before. That tree seems familiar but you can't really point out anything in particular.

The grass is dark, so dark it looks like you could lay in there and disappear. Like it would eat you whole.

He takes out a blanket and places it on the grass near the tree, then sits on it and asks you to sit beside him. You do.

You have so many questions to ask, some that probably don't even make sense because you're still trying to figure out how to word them properly.

But he waits. And he'll always do anyway. Because that's the only thing he can do. Wait for you.

You decide to break the ice. But you're only given 3 options.

(if you chose:

Ask about him: he says he can't even truly remember himself, that he can't really answer. He apologizes for this.

Tell a joke: you say a very bad pun related to eggs. He laughs, it's funny for him. He says that reminded him of someone close to him, but can't remember who exactly.

Eat the blanket: He offers you bread to eat in exchange for you stop chewing on the blanket. And you accept reluctantly.)

Eventually, you finally get the courage to start asking questions. Isn't that what you wanted from the start anyway?

You speak everything that's on your mind, and he listens attentively. He doesn't really answer, but sometimes nods vigorously, as if you were right. Other times, he would look confused, and eventually shake his head in disagreement, as if you were wrong.

Only that was needed to confirm various of your theories regarding him.

You kept thinking about what to say, or what to ask, to the point you slowly started to spiral. The man noticed this and got worried. He extended his arm to try and pull you closer to him, but he hesitated first. Eventually he held you close, and you couldn't do anything but hug him back.

"SOMETIMES, WE NEED TO STEP BACK FOR A SECOND AND APPRECIATE THE SILENCE.

IT IS NOT NECESSARY THAT YOU DO EVERYTHING AT ONCE."

He was right, it wasn't truly that necessary to rush, but what were the chances that you would see him again like this? It felt like you were inside the game, it felt so real. You used your right hand to feel him, his clothes, and also some parts of his face. You had to make sure he was... Truly real.

After he stopped hugging you, you could see a faint redness, or in this case some indescribable colour similar to gray but also green in his cheeks. He looked happy. And you felt satisfied too.

He finally asked a question.

"I BELIEVE IN THE POSSIBILITY THAT THIS WORLD, GAVE US THE POSSIBILITY TO BE TOGETHER.

BUT THAT YOU, TOOK THE CHANCE.

NOW THAT YOU FOUND ME, WILL YOU SPEND SOME TIME WITH ME?

WORDS AREN'T NEEDED. THE AMBIENCE WILL FILL IT IN.

TO SHARE THE WARMTH AND CLOSENESS OF EACHOTHER, MIGHT BE FOR OTHER PEOPLE

QUITE ROMANTIC.

DO YOU FEEL IT IS THAT WAY?"

You feel slightly surprised by this. But another part of you didn't. Those posts on twitter didn't lie at all, they were actually him trying to flirt with you.

You only reply with a "yes".

How long has he been alone? , maybe that's why he prefers physical closeness instead of a conversation. You hug him, before letting your back fall to the blanket, making him go with you too. He only laughs, smiles and closes his eyes. You do too.

The faint piano music in the background is pleasant, relaxing even. You could feel his breath, which made the whole experience even better for you.

You started to feel that you could easily fall asleep there... Until your head started to hurt slightly, opening your eyes felt like hell.

He finally said something, a question.

"IT SEEMS OUR TIME IS RUNNING OUT.

TELL ME. WILL WE BE MEETING EACH OTHER LIKE THIS

MORE OFTEN?"

You don't open your eyes, you only nod.

"THEN, I'LL BE WAITING FOR YOU."

That was the last thing you heard before you woke up on your bed in cold sweat. It was all a dream?

You could feel your head hurting like crazy. But what felt worse was the sudden nausea. You got up and ran to your bathroom. Then you threw up in the sink.

After that not so pleasant experience, you looked at your own vomit and there it was. Undigested pieces of the loaf of bread you ate earlier.

But, didn't you just wake up from a dream? You didn't eat bread. Neither you had it in the whole day. At least not a complete, uncut loaf of bread.

You wonder if it was all real.

Maybe it was, if you believe enough.

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(Hello!! As promised, here's something to feed you all. I enjoyed the writing process so much there's a high chance I might continue the story from this! Originally intended to be a oneshot of course but . We all love Gaster in this house right. Right... Anyway goodbye and hope u enjoyed this! Please leave any constructive advice, it's my first time writing in English like this lol)