The Revered Scientist

This was way too much fun to draw. Here is @myaphelion‘s Aster (or ‘Asster’ in the echo project) I swear he was just supposed to remain a lineart! XD

The hands holding Aster’s arms down released aswell. It was probably a mistake on his part, but both their skulls were already cracked well beyond enough.

He was ready for retaliation, magic and hidden blade alike.

The question caught him off guard, however. The royal children... shit, he hadn’t heard about them in years. Centuries, even. Hell, when they’d fallen, even his sons had just been children themselves. What kind of question...?

“🕆☟📬📬📬 ✡☜✌☟✍”

“Uh, yeah?”

He raised a bone-brow at that. Did Chara not even fall down yet? Or had he already died before this Gaster became the royal scientist? This “fell” timeline was very different than his own. In his timeline, Asgore had instated ‘kill or be killed’ after the royal children had died, but was that the case here?

The sudden switch in demeanor didn’t surprise him. Sweet, honey’d words uttered in hopes of getting information; a typical move. It reminded him of the interrogation days of his time in intelligence. He held back a shiver. It would be so easy to reverse the tables to see what the other knew instead.

The itch to do so turned into more of a prodding. He’d gotten his fair share of LV during the war, despite not being on the frontlines as often as others had. That mixed with the urge to protect what had basically become his grandchild(ren) of sorts, and a sort of reflexive defense he had developed after his capture, urged him on. A sly smile, almost matching the other’s spread on his face as his eyelights brightened.

But only for a split second.

His feet came down off the desk, aiming to kick towards the other skeleton’s ribcage. Whether or not it connected didn’t matter to him--the intent was all that did matter, and by now there were sparks flickering from the inside of his skull. He let out an angry hiss, like a cornered snake, manifesting his own hands to push at the other Gaster. He had no intent of getting into a huge fight--rather, the kick and the shoving were only to try and get him away.

Aster hated being touched. He especially hated his face being grabbed like that--all it reminded him of was things he’d preferred to try and forget. Things that had come with words, words that at the very least it was unlikely the other Gaster knew. But touching--touching was sometimes enough to send him down for a second, back to childhood, back to days when he couldn’t get away from him.

At least now, he didn’t have any obligation to answer.

“☞🕆👍😐 ⚐☞☞✏ ❄☟✌❄🕯💧 ☠⚐❄ ✌☠✡ ⚐☞ ✡⚐🕆☼ 👍⚐☠👍☜☼☠📪 ⚐☹👎 💣✌☠✏”

*Tatters glanced up from a small stack of notes he was sorting to his computer module and noticed that there was a message for him.  Now, he understood that his section of the void had been recently opened up by some sort of strange and magical power, but he wasn’t expecting there to be anyone who remembered him, much less anyone who wanted to speak with him.

*He nervously slid over to his computer and sat, hesitating before tapping a few keys to receive the transmission.  Turns out this would be video as well.

*The first thing Tatters noticed was the wicked set of teeth this other “Gaster” had and how there were plenty more cracks running along his face.  Yikes.  Was this one possibly a red magic user as well?  Tatters had encountered greens, blues, purples, blacks…but not red yet.  Tatters’ coordinates must have been randomly dialed then, for he had no memory of this Gaster.  What kind of timeline was he form?  And could they possibly trace each others signals in the Void?

*Either way, Tatters responded shakily.  ”✡📫✡👈💧📪 ❄👇👋💧 👋💧 👎⚐👍❄⚐☼ ✌💧❄👈☼✍"

Fascinating, he thought, poring over the appearance of the opposite Gaster. Wherever they were (definitely somewhere in the Void, though trying to pinpoint where someone was in the Void was like trying to play hacky sack with a cactus--pointless and painful), it seemed like they’d gotten some sort of communication system set up as well. Good. This would make things easier, probably, so long as communications didn’t cut out. Unfortunately, given this being through the Void, that was far too likely.

But this Gaster... in some ways they seemed even more broken than he. The crack gouging up the right side of his skull made even Aster wince sympathetically at how deep and dark it was. Not to mention whatever else the Void had done to the poor bastard, given how tattered and melty they looked.

Aster relaxed back in his chair, reaching over for his coffee mug. He had to steady himself a bit before responding--his hands were shaking like leaves in the breeze.

“👎☼📬✌💧❄☜☼📪 ☟🕆☟✍ ☝⚐✋☠☝ ❄⚐ 👌☜ ☟⚐☠☜💧❄📪 ✋ ✌👍❄🕆✌☹☹✡ 👎✋👎☠🕯❄ ☜✠🏱☜👍❄ ✌☠✡⚐☠☜ ❄⚐ ☞🕆👍😐✋☠☝ ☼☜🏱☹✡📬❄✋💣☜☹✋☠☜📫❄⚐📫✞⚐✋👎 👍⚐☠❄✌👍❄📪 ✡⚐🕆 😐☠⚐🕈 ☟⚐🕈 ✋❄ ✋💧📫📫❄☼✋👍😐✡ 👌🕆💧✋☠☜💧💧 ✌❄ 👌☜💧❄📬👌🕆❄ ✡⚐🕆 💣🕆💧❄ 👌☜ ☹⚐👍✌❄☜👎 ✋☠ ❄☟☜ ✞⚐✋👎 ✡⚐🕆☼💧☜☹☞📪 ✌☼☜☠🕯❄ ✡⚐🕆✍”

“So you’ve escaped aswell. Hm…” He doesn’t believe he has met any other fragments that have escaped, though granted, he hasn’t met many. “Are we on the surface? Or perhaps you escaped before the seventh human fell?” He was a bit surprised. Inquisitive as he was, he couldn’t help a pang of anxiousness. This could also be a genocide timeline or one where frisk didn’t reset after their last death.

He watched this Gaster carefully, analyzing his reaction and answer, his defense increasing. The prospect of this being a genocide timeline put him on edge, though outwardly he didn’t much show it. The only indications were the hardening of his gaze and slight straightening of his back. 

Aster’s eye sockets narrowed as he sat up, gripping the armrests of his chair. Okay, so this Gaster clearly had escaped the Void, also. That wasn’t the trouble, though the fact that he still believed in Gaster predestination in spite of it was rubbing him all kinds of wrong. No, the trouble was that this Gaster was farther ahead. Whatever timeline he’d come from--even if it was most likely similar to Aster’s, judging by the appearance of the older skeleton--was obviously not in the same stage as his.

And maybe he could get information out of that. Information that could get him places in his own timeline. The thought made his smile curl slightly, delighted.

It helped that Asster didn’t know what she looked like. She’d prefer if he didn’t after the nonsense she sent him. Though even after the episode was over she didn’t seem against the idea to cause some trouble. That’s all she seemed good at doing anymore. Facade just needed to ensure that the few fragments she was close with would be off limits.

She had a sneaking suspicion that the fragment she contacted was from Underfell. If she was right, she’d have alot of explaining to do.

That’s a little complicated. It’s more or less from a place of envy. We’ll have to talk about that more in depth later when we meet in person. 

I’m primarily in the void, but I am able to leave for short periods of time. If we plan on doing this for longer, then I’m going to need a human to loan me their body as a vessel. And when we do discuss this further there will be some exceptions to the game.

As for that, I already have that on my list of things that need changing.

And a human vessel... loaning their body... as if humans ever made it a couple inches into the underground without getting attacked. Pity, really. He’d always wanted to study one, get them under the microscope, see what made them tick. After all, given his protege’s studies on Determination and how it functioned, the idea of getting his hands on a human... it’d scratch both their itches, most assuredly.

Not that that was ever going to happen. The last human had fallen down when he was still trapped in the Void. What had the King said it was... a yellow soul? The thought that another would fall a mere fifty years later was ludicrous. It took a lot longer than that for any humans to foolishly fall. Too many parents protecting their children, too many people choosing other ways to go.

Still, not replying would be less than ideal. Aster had encountered too many others all-too-willing to exit the Void and go for his throat if he wasn’t careful what he said or did. And even if he was. Ugh.

☠⚐❄ 💧🕆☼☜ ✋ 👍✌☠ ☞✋☠✌☝☹☜ ❄☟✌❄ ☞⚐☼ ✡⚐🕆📬❄☟☜ ☹✌💧❄ ☟🕆💣✌☠ ❄☟✌❄ ☞☜☹☹ 👎⚐🕈☠ ☟☜☼☜ ☞☜☹☹ ☞✋☞❄✡ ✡☜✌☼💧 ✌☝⚐📪 ✌☠👎 ❄☟☜☼☜ 🕈✌💧 ⚐✞☜☼ ❄🕈⚐ ☟🕆☠👎☼☜👎 ✡☜✌☼💧 👌☜❄🕈☜☜☠ ❄☟☜💣 ✌☠👎 ❄☟☜ ⚐☠☜ 👌☜☞⚐☼☜ ❄☟☜💣📬☟✌❄☜ ❄⚐ 👌🕆☼💧❄ ✡⚐🕆☼ 👌🕆👌👌☹☜📪 👌🕆❄ ✋ 👎⚐☠🕯❄ ❄☟✋☠😐 ✌☠⚐❄☟☜☼ 🕈✋☹☹ 👌☜ ☞✌☹☹✋☠☝ ✌☠✡❄✋💣☜ 💧⚐⚐☠📬✌☠👎 🏱☜⚐🏱☹☜ ❄☜☠👎 ❄⚐ 👍⚐💣☜ ⚐🕆❄ ⚐☞ ❄☟☜ 💧✌💣☜ 👍⚐🕆🏱☹☜ ⚐☞ 🏱☹✌👍☜💧 ☟☜☼☜📬

🕆☠☹☜💧💧 ✡⚐🕆 👍✌☠ ☝☜❄ ❄⚐ ❄☟☜ 💧🕆☼☞✌👍☜📬🕈☟✋👍☟ ✋ ☟✋☝☟☹✡ 👎⚐🕆👌❄📬☠☜✞☜☼ ☟☜✌☼👎 ⚐☞ ✌☠✡⚐☠☜ 🕈☟⚐🕯💧 💣✌☠✌☝☜👎 ❄☟✌❄📪 ☜✞☜☠ ☞☼⚐💣 ❄☟☜ ✞⚐✋👎📬

✋☞ ✡⚐🕆 ☟✌✞☜ ✌☠✡ 🏱☹✌☠💧 ❄☟✌❄ 👎⚐☠🕯❄ ✋☠✞⚐☹✞☜ ❄☟✌❄📪 ❄☟⚐🕆☝☟📪 👌✡ ✌☹☹ 💣☜✌☠💧 ☹☜❄ 💣☜ 😐☠⚐🕈📬✋❄🕯💧 ☠⚐❄ ☹✋😐☜ ✋🕯✞☜ ☝⚐❄ ✌☠✡❄☟✋☠☝ 👌☜❄❄☜☼ ❄⚐ 👎⚐📬

📫📫✌💧❄☜☼

Not sure I can finagle that for you. The last human that fell down here fell fifty years ago, and there was over two hundred years between them and the one before them. Hate to burst your bubble, but I don't think another will be falling anytime soon. And people tend to come out of the same couple of places here.

Unless you can get to the surface. Which I highly doubt. Never heard of anyone who's managed that, even from the Void.

If you have any plans that don't involve that, though, by all means let me know. It's not like I've got anything better to do.

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An Undertale RP Blog for Pubster, of the Voidswap AU

written by Sammish, of gasterfile

based off this gem of a poster