FORGET ABOUT ME

“No,” they said finally. “My angel isn’t bad, I don’t think. Some try t’hurt me, but…I manage.”

They looked at their shoes. “Sometimes I mess up,” they whispered, almost too quiet to be heard, before looking back up. “But it doesn’t matter. I’m a good person, right? I fix my mistakes.”

“FIXING ONE’S MISTAKES DOES NOT ERASE THEM. KEEP THIS IN MIND. BUT AT THE SAME TIME, ONE CANNOT BE DEFINED BY THEIR MISTAKES. SO LONG AS YOU MAKE THE EFFORT TO LEARN FROM THEM... CAN ONE TRULY JUDGE YOU? AT ANY RATE, I SHALL NOT. NOT THAT MY JUDGEMENT CARRIES ANY WEIGHT... HA... HA...”

Gaster was surprised by the human’s touch. In response, he jumped ever-so-slightly, which in return caused him to laugh softly to himself. After all of this...he was still so quick to startle.

splintered. vague and ominous :0 u dont have to elaborate if it’s a sensitive subject tho i admit, i am kinda curious but that’s also enough of an answer to me glad to hear ure not dead, gaster!!

VAGUE, YES, THOUGH NOT OUT OF RELUCTANCE TO ELUCIDATE. ADMITTEDLY, IT WAS A BIT OF A SORE SUBJECT AT ONE POINT. BUT AS TIME PASSES, THESE SORT OF THINGS LOSE THEIR IMPORTANCE. THE ONLY HESITATION I WOULD HAVE IS IN REGARD TO THE COMPLEXITY OF THE SUBJECT. I ATTEMPTED TO EXPLAIN IT TO SOMEONE RECENTLY. I THOUGHT IT WAS SIMPLE ENOUGH. THEY HAVE NOT CONTACTED ME SINCE.

HA...HA... THANK YOU. I WISH I SHARED THE SENTIMENT.

They slowed their breathing. 

Something about this place–something about this man, if you could call it a man–was relaxing them. It should’ve been worrying; it wasn’t.

“YOUR ANGEL, HRM? MY...WHAT A PECULIAR NOTION. TYPICALLY, I WOULD BE ALARMED... BUT IF THEY TELL YOU NOT TO HURT ANYONE... THEY CANNOT BE ALL THAT BAD.

WHAT THEY SAY IS WISE. DOWN HERE...NOT MANY COULD HURT YOU. NOT SERIOUSLY, AT ANY RATE. NOT EVEN IF THEY TRIED. AND THE FEW THAT COULD... AND THE FEWER THAT WOULD...

TRUE EVIL IS HARD TO COME BY. OUT OF DESPERATION, GOOD PEOPLE CAN DO TERRIBLE THINGS. AND WITH THE PROPER PROMPTING... THEY CAN BE MADE TO SEE THE ERROR OF THEIR WAYS.

The child inspected the strange… man. They looked him up and down and concluded that they haven’t seen him before, but he did have a familiar air about him.

* Dr. Gaster, right? I’m sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself. I’ve done some digging around, and…you created the Underground’s Core, didn’t you? 

* It’s such an amazing work. A perfect amalgam of magic and machinery, all mashed together into a great power generator for an entire civilization! 

Now there was a loaded question. How much had they been told and what were they supposed to say? The little voice in my head talks about you all the time, this is the first time I’m meeting you? I might not be crazy and there might actually be someone along for the ride here since you actually exist? Aren’t you dead? I’m pretty sure they said you were dead? Hi? Sheesh.

"BREATHE.”

The unfortunate misshapen conglomerate of matter he liked to refer to as his ‘body’ relaxed, slumping a bit as it lost some of its shape. A visual representation of the tension loosening, to help Frisk calm down. Or, at least, that was the intent. In reality, it likely had the opposite effect.

To say that Gaster stared back is somewhat meaningless. If he saw, it was no longer through the empty sockets that faced towards Frisk. He returned Frisk’s look with a blank ‘gaze’ — an unnerving gesture that the odd man believed to only be polite.

* comic sans serif if you wanna be formal and use my full first name

* Um.