#gasriel

(* this is a closed starter to @floweypacifistweed​ *)

It was late at night in the underground, a kid in a lab coat was staring at a green human soul, locked away inside a cylindrical glass tube inside a rather cramped laboratory.

His bright cyan eyes were fixated on the movement of the soul, up-down-up-down, floating ever so gently, almost hypnotically. His eyes following it’s movements, like a cat preparing to pounce on its prey. 

With a sigh he got up from his chair, the time had come, he was ready. With a flip of a switch a giant mechanical claw started rotating, and with that a portal formed between it’s metal fingers, a green one, being powered by the soul’s kindness. He took a deep breath and stepped inside the portal.

Darkness loomed around him for a second, when suddenly he felt like he was falling, rather quickly too, until he hit the ground, a patch of golden flowers. A sudden feeling of deja vu hit the boy, his back hurts, though it doesn’t feel like he was badly injured.

“the...heck” he uttered under his breath as he slowly got up and looked around.

“i guess, sorry if I offended you I suppose, wasn’t exactly my intention”

(This is a closed starter for @gen0kill​ )

Everything was going wrong, his plan utterly failed in a completely specular way and now he had no idea what to do, all his plans effectively burnt down, all his strategies were circumvented, all his traps disarmed, he had *nothing* left.

Well...nothing besides...no, no that’s too rinky, even for the current circumstance, but then again, the current circumstances call for action even if said action is a long and far shot.

He needed to get out of here, soon! He had no idea how long his timeline would stay, well, existing! Toriel will go down in one hit, if only she had a damn human soul to absorb some hits and buy him some time, whatever, he wasn’t a fan of acting brashly, but this time he had no real choice.

With a heavy and exasperated sigh he ran towards the nearby unused portal device, the one he and Gaster planned to test today, what a great olman huh? 

Regardless, he quickly started typing some random coordinates, he didn’t know where the hell that would lead him, and he didn’t care at this point, his half determination was guiding his hands, making them type faster than he ever normally could.

Once he was done he ran to between the arcs of the portal device, and with final sigh he waved this world goodbye, hopefully for now, he just needed time. The portal sprung into action and teleported him...somewhere. 

He opened his eyes and looked around apprehensive, trying to decipher where the hell he end up at, his bright red eye and bright cyan eye illuminating the place easily.

(* this is a closed starter for @determined-magi *) Today was the day, after months of research and weeks upon weeks of construction, the two snowdin scientists finally finished their magnum opus, a machine that can open a portal to anywhere, from other timelines, alternate universes and even to the void itself! Gasriel: “how is the setup going Dr.G?” Asked the the human child, said kid seemed to be around 14 years old, was wearing a cyan lab coat, cyan pants, white shoes and a white t shield under his lab coat with a purple delta insignia imprinted on it. His hair was cyan and so was his eyes, though the ladder was a tone much brighter than the former. Gaster: “we are almost ready, my dear pupil. I’m making sure all the settings are in order, we will only have one chance before the soul needs to recharge”  The lanky and tall skeleton was wearing a white lab coat on top of a plain purple sweater, wearing a purple pants and shoes of different shades to match. His eyes were bright purple and were fixated on the screen of the machine. Said machine consisted of 2 parts, the generator and the ‘’claw’’. The generator consisted of a transparent dome around a green human soul, with a machine of sorts serving as the’’podium’’ under the dome. Said podium had a lot of wires coming out of it and connecting directly to the ‘’claw’’.

The claw was more or less what it sounded, a giant metal claw suspended in the air, said claw would rotate when activated, drawing determination, kindness and magic from the human soul, which when combined with the two scientists’s magic would open a portal under said claw to anywhere they wanted.

A few more minutes passed and the skeleton took a sigh of relief

Gaster:  “it’s finally done, we can start when you are ready kid” he said in a enthusiastic but cautious tone.

Gasriel : “finally! Let’s hope this thing doesn’t blow up” he spoke a bit snarky and went into position

Gaster:  “Now child, have some faith on this old bag of bones, i’m sure it will work” He ignored his snarkiness and got into position

Gaster “ready?”

Gasriel: ”Ready!” 

The skeleton then activated the activation sequence and placed his bony palms on metal area of the generator’s pedestal. This area had the imprint of a hand on it, Gasriel did the same at the other side of the pedestal.

The machine was powered on and activated, a bright green light came out from the claw as it spin at incredible speeds, forming a “gate” like portal at its center.

(This is a closed starter for @the-sleuthy-one​​ )

“So why did you bring us to this frozen wasteland again?” asked a shivering ember, with about 5 layers of sweaters.

“well, because the timeline gets pretty thin at this time of the year, allowing for us to see other nearby timelines! It’s super cool”

“i remember coming here with asriel back in the day, it was so fun see all the weird fishes that would show up under the lake”

And as they arrived at the nearby frozen lake, time and space started to shift around them, seems like this time they were the fishes showing up at someone else’s lake.

“what’s happening?!” squaked the robot girl.

“i...i don’t know! This wasn’t supposed to happen!” he asked walking backwards closer to the others.

“what do you mean you *don’t know*?! Don’t you study this stuff for a living?!”

And suddenly the world around them became completely dark...just before the color slowly returned, the world slowly morphing back into shape. They were, however in a completely different place.

“what the hell? Where are we?”

“beats me mister “this will be alright”, why don’t you use that big brain of yours to find out where we are?”

“...”

“can you two stop arguing for half a second? Look! We aren’t underground anymore!” she pointed to the clear sky that engulfed the polar visage.

(*This is starter for @dadster-and-skelesons*) (*Possible triggers: blood and knife cuts*)

The judgment hall, a place once immaculate now is a decrepit sight, icicles and determination litter the halls from to bottom, broken ice walls, shattered ice hands, fractured and broken gaster blasters... And on the center of it all stands two kids, both being a few years apart from each other, one with a knife in the their hand, and the other with blood. “d-dammit” the cyan soul kid spoke, fallen on his knees as he pressed his hands against the deep cuts on his chest, his hp had reached 0, and so he felt the abyss slowly beckon onto him. “i-i guess this was inevitable huh...” the kid stuttered, falling onto the ground as the color of his eyes slowly faded and so they slowly closed, the kid watching his killer casually walk towards the throne room as his vision got more and more blurred, slowly his eyes closed as he uttered his final words “c-...c-ha..ra” --------------------------------------------------------- Darkness, the all round incompansing void of death, that’s all he could see, all he could feel, until suddenly, a blinding light flashes through his consciousness, he suddenly awakens in shock, in the same desk he fell asleep on the night before, he looks around in a mix of panic, shock and disbelief. The kid looks around frantically and tried to calm himself down, realizing he is somehow still alive a few seconds after the initial shock wore off, with a heavy breathing he presses his hand against the place where he was struck before he died, he couldn’t feel anything, he wasn’t sure what to make of this. “what ...happened? Didn’t I...die?” He speaks slowly, getting himself up from the chair and putting on his lab coat. “Maybe it was just a nightmare,but...it seemed...just so...real” he sighed and exited his room, quickly calling his sibling’s cell phone, he needed to make sure that was just a nightmare. “come oooon chara pick up! Where the hell are you anyways” he mumbled to himself as he exited the house he shared with Gaster, Snowdin seemed awfully quiet today, that’s weird to say the least. “Not a single monster in sight, it’s almost like...oh no.” with a sudden realization he rushes towards hotlands, lucky he had access to gaster’s secret tunnels that were hidden under the entire underground, that guy was always a recluse, so he did everything he could to not come in contact with non essential people.

10 minutes passed, he finally reached hotlands, still, no one in sight, his fears were starting to become reality, was that a nightmare...or was it a premonition? He didn’t have the time to ponder right now, he quickly rushed to his sibling’s station, if what he saw in his nightmares was real than his sibling should be fighting the hu...man.

He stopped dead on his tracks, in front of him stood his sibling, cut down like bundle of vines, the culprit nowhere to be found, and their soul slowly fading.  “n-no...not again!” the kid spoke as he fell down in front of the corpse, tears ran down his eyes like waterfalls as the human sobbed after his dead sibling...the nightmare was becoming a reality. He then noticed the soul, slowly bouncing up and down, it’s colors fading ever so slowly, without a second more passing he grabbed their soul, he wouldn’t let them fade away again, not this time. The human rushed back to the lab, every minute the soul lost a little bit of itself, time was of the essence. He kick open the door to his house and ran down the underground lab, looking for only thing that could give him enough time to do anything. He was tired, exhausted both emotionally and physically, but he couldn’t give up on them, not this time. He desperately searched within the piles of discarded and or broken prototypes that Gaster made through the years, all of them failures in one way or another. Finally he found what he was looking for, the prototype for a soul container, he placed their soul inside of it and prayed that the machine was still functional.  ... ... ... Slowly, but surely the machine turned on, the container was sealed and the soul stabilized, he had some time at last. “fucking hell...*sigh* Now what the hell do I do?” he spoke exhausted and defeated. He sighed deeply and looked at the floor, slowly, he started crying again “this...this is not fair! Why did they die again! Why them?!?” he cried out crying. “it...it should have been me...” he sobbed ... ... ...

“cookies?!?” the boy perks up and smiled widely