Seething fire burned all around Gaster, the pure rage he felt aiding him in his attempt to infiltrate into the realm of the living.
 This child - no, this demon - had minutes before just slain the only son he had left after his fight with them
                                      {he knew it was hopeless, they all did}
 Now, they were lumbering towards the throne room unopposed, ready to delete the very last living monsters left in this prison.
 He knew he couldn’t stop them. It was only a matter of time before he too was destroyed and forgotten. He knew he should just give up and accept his fate.
                                   But he refused.
 Fully visible to the child now, he lowered his brown in a show of aggression and stood directly in their path.
 Eight snow-white hands drifted into being, aimed at the glowing red heart.