Curiouser and curiouser, this man was wearing a bag. Why? Was he scarred? Hm, he decides to log that for future readings later. It would be rude to already know after all. (Despite it being in his library, he wouldn’t peek. Not now anyway.)

Floating over, he decides to switch things up as a body forms beneath the triangular shape which was now similar to an object head. This may make things easier, everyone kept confusing him for Bill after all. Lanky, abnormally so, the marbled skinned version of this deity quickly whips up a suit to match his cape and hat before approaching. 

A simple hello would do, right?

“Oh doctor.”

The monster’s form stalked towards Flug, a wicked grin splitting across his face. His form was back to normal- no longer was he a helpless puddle on the ground. He was Dr. Wingdings Gaster, and he was none too pleased with the treatment he’d received from Flug during his time as a stain on the ground. 

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