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Send me one of these and my muse will say something about…

☮ - world peace

✿ - flowey 

✈ - their stats

♋ - the war between monsters and humans

☠ - RESETS 

☯ - life & death 

♥ - love 

✌ - LV 

✖ - sparing others 

☢ - jerry

☣ - monster rights on the surface 

☤ - a time they were injured badly 

❥ - unrequited affection (platonic, romantic, anything) 

❦ - monster food

❧ - human food 

♡ - the existence of destiny or fate 

✘ - their most difficult FIGHT 

Ω - their deepest fears 

♠ - their greatest lie 

♣ - a time they restrained themselves from violence 

♢ - your EXP 

♤ - your LV 

♡ - your ATK 

♧ - your DF 

✦ - their day 

♔ - their hopes 

♕ - their dreams 

♚ - their most tragic memory 

♛ - their most beautiful memory 

★ - their greatest impossible wish 

☽ - their first sleepover 

☼ - their favorite way to start the day 

☀ - asgore’s reign

☁ - their job 

☂ - your safety 

☃ - their favorite weather 

☺ - their least favorite weather 

♪ - their singing voice 

♫ - their favorite lullaby 

♬ - shyren songs 

//i, i made an Asgore rp blog

❝Yeah, I’m… An adult. Trust. In modern measurements, I’m a senior citizen.❞

No punchline, no laughter, no forced smile to soften his words. That was just the truth. He wasn’t a child. But, boy, did he feel like a child where he stood. Defenseless, scared, vulnerable. Home, up on the SURFACE, was far, far away, wasn’t it? His parents were probably trying to get into his home for a visit, co-workers wondering where on earth he went. It wasn’t like him to skip work.

It wasn’t like him to climb random mountains and end up in the darkness, either. If only he could’ve reconsidered! Out of all the stupid decisions made in life, Virote was finally paying for one of them. Though, could you blame him for going up Mt. Ebott to escape for a while? Life was… Hard. God, it was hard. Everything always felt like a crushing weight. Never good enough. Never getting a chance to relax. Everything busy, everything noise.

Unfortunately, it was better than whatever the hell this was. 

This fellow, this DOCTOR GASTER, didn’t seem too willing to help him get back home. For heaven’s sake, he wanted to observe his DISSECTION after inevitable death. No shred of remorse or pity in him ( that Virote could detect, anyway. ) When the monster reached out and ghosted a hand through his form, there was a chill of fear that ran through him like ice, lump forming in his throat. His mouth opened, but only a whine could escape.

If he didn’t feel the harsh reality of terror before, he certainly felt it at this point.

❝Where–❞ Virote, find your words, ❝I don’t understand. What do you mean? You are here.❞

Gaster beamed despite the sudden incoherence of his audience; the human bounced back every time he did that, and he didn’t have reason to believe this time would be any different. So instead of idly wasting time waiting for Virote to recover, he began to think instead with a soft rapt of his fingers against the back of his hand like a metronome.

He thought and mulled, staring unblinkingly at Virote and calculating his chances of surviving this ordeal. It was after all a question likely to be asked, for what sentient creature would not put his own survival beyond all things? However, Virote always seemed to surprise him, starting from his compliment to being an outlier in height to the question he asked now. 

Rocking his head sideways like the ticker of a grandfather clock, Gaster steepled his fingers together. “Your question, to be answered fully, requires time you no longer can afford to lose... so I’ll accommodate by being brief.” 

“Imagine a box that interacts with the whole of your world yet is separate from your physical laws.”

He brought a single finger up, lips curling up. “In particular, your law of space!”

“Because space does not exist within this box, neither do your concepts of position and proximity. Therefore, I cannot be anywhere by definition. But because this box intersects your world, there’s a natural blur between this box and your world, allowing for mutual observation in the right circumstances.”

“Your soul resonates with my soul by virtue of your magic,” Gaster pointed his finger at the center of Virote’s chest.

“And because your soul resonates with mine, you fulfill the first of two conditions for mutual observation. You fulfill the second by being Human; much like how Light descends to the Kingdom Below, you bring a piece of the Kingdom Above - your Physicality. Thus, I appear before you now.”

“Sadly my ability to observe this physical realm is limited, for all I can see is you... and the presence of something more physical than you awoken by your Fall.”  

About twenty minutes later she was starting to doze off. Only to have a pang of discomfort wake her. Its as if her conscience was warning her something was there watching her. Rubbing her eyes, she reached for the lamps switch next to her.  Taken back she nearly covered her mouth her pupils dilated. She had seen an aberration one that seared into her mind.  

“W-Who are you?”

“I am Doctor W.D. Gaster, human whose soul is like a monster’s.” the figure spoke with a tilt of his head, baritone voice like ash falling upon lacquered wood. He stood hunchbacked at the far side of the room, body intersecting with the wall behind him as if he were a ghost. His neck bent impossibly as he observed the human’s expression of fright. He smiled benignly.

“I initially hypothesized from your supine position that you were just waiting for death,” the monster said without a hint of inflection, “But given your alertness now, I surmise you were just trying to enter slumber - maybe in a bed of some sort during the evening hours.” 

The monster’s head twisted and entered through the wall behind him. His voice carried, “Ahh. Yes. That makes sense. This would make this your place of residence then. And the four approaching humans with similar souls to yours - oh, that cylinder - fascinating, a soul containment device.” 

All of the light within the room winked out in that moment; a cursory glance would show the whole neighborhood in blackout, moonlight the only illumination remaining. 

❝But, I’m an adult… Thanks, though. Nicest compliment I’ve ever received.❞

Now, I know what you’re thinking. Virote Srisati is short as hell. He often struggled to reach the top shelf at Whole Foods and he always came CHEST HIGH to other people. He’s tiny. He’s small. HE GOT IT. He knew he was little for a grown man. BUT, DAMMIT. HE WASN’T GONNA LET A STRANGER REFER TO HIM AS A CHILD. ❝But, okay. I know I’m not the regular size of an adult human, but, like, I am one? Trust me. I can even show you my license. I’m old, in my mid-twenties.❞

Now that THAT was out of the way, onto more important matters.

❝Now, um. Gaster? Doc? I regret to inform you that my liver is probably on the verge of screaming and escaping my body, but I don’t want it replaced.❞ AND, ANOTHER AWKWARD PAUSE. ❝You see, I’m just kind of waiting to die. You know, like, just let myself rot and pass. In fact, you can move along and forget I exist! Just lemme die, dude. Let my liver just, like, explode? Is that was livers do? Kidneys shutting down? I’m not a scientist, I don’t know a damn thing about anatomy.❞

You know… He sure was a touch too casual about dying. ❝I don’t know where I am, or how I even got here. I’d be more terrified if I wasn’t completely confused. So, if you aren’t gonna EAT me, what ARE you gonna do to me? You seem kinda friendly, Mister Gaster.❞

Good job, Dr. Gaster. Master of science. Master of giving compliments. Was there nothing he couldn’t do? The monster preened in place for a moment before redirecting his attention back to Virote. 

He squinted at the human, white pupils against a dark abyss staring right at the not-child. Several slow blinks later, the monster tentatively inquired, “Are you sure you’re not a human child? You’re not even within the 5th percentile of humans I’ve observed in terms of height. Then again, I suppose you could be an outlier standing at the very bottom. Interesting. Interesting.” 

The doctor tilted his head at Virote’s declaration of waiting to die, countenance only contemplative and completely lacking any pity. “If you’re simply waiting to die, I suppose you’ve found the best place to do it.” His head twisted in a full circle as if to scan their surroundings. “So many lights lurking in the dark. Yes... if they remember what you are, human soul like a monster’s, you will die.”

“It may not be the same as you willingly offering your body, but if the Royal Scientist of this place has any competence, I’ll still observe your dissection all the same.” The monster casually shrugged, no malice behind his heavy words - as if every phrase was built upon a solid foundation of fact. 

“Me? Do to you?” The monster smiled. His outstretched hand casually swiped through Vi’s shoulder, phasing through as if he were a ghost. “I can’t do anything.”