#moralscience

Have you ever been stared up and down by a small yellow flower? In either case, this is exactly what is happening right now. The plant in question even has the audacity to move closer, humming in thought.

Character solidifying!

@moralscience

Ota thinks him nothing less than the respectable monster that deserves the title of “Royal Scientist.”  She knows he’s intelligent and very capable. As a parent, she sees him as trying his best! Even though Ota doesn’t exactly know how a father should be, she knows she’s cared for. 

Ota doesn’t care for his overconfidence at times, as it’s gone to bite him on a number of occasions. She does appreciate his willingness to indulge her interest though. 

As far as influence, Ota is enthusiastic about science and magic, so she, on occasion, tries her own experiments with mixed results. Lately though, due to the changes made to herself, she has more interest in magic, but both are hand in hand in Undertale so it works out. 

Dedan has a short, simple response to give. And it is--

“I DON’T KNOW.”

The fifteen foot man---hunched over a great deal to even make it through these halls, scratches at the side of his head.

 “...WHERE IS HERE? THIS DOESN’T LOOK LIKE THE ZONES. DOESN’T LOOK LIKE THE ROOM, EITHER, BUT THAT’S THE ONLY PLACE WITH COMPUTERS THAT I KNOW OF...”

A moments hesitation.

Scriptwriter and Spellchecker are not often found in another world long after fixing what's needed to be fixed. But... truthfully, both are really not all that resistant to a bit of snowman-making. Every time Spellchecker gets cold hands, Script rewarms them and smiles. It's rather sweet. By the time they're done with the snowy creation, it's a lovely... misshapen lump of snow? Both seem pleased by it. Script takes Spell's hand, ready to go- and both look like they've been caught red-handed. "ERM... HELLO. AH, WE... WERE JUST... ERM." Spellchecker pipes up. "We're making snowmonsters and snowpeople!"

There had been something bothering Gaster for a while. Nothing that had to do with WD- no, Gaster had no plans to ever get in contact with that counterpart again. But there was something bothering hm. Ota, a test subject who was able to come and go as she pleased, had entered an area of WD’s lab that Gaster didn’t know existed. He sensed her location through the mark on her soul, and while normally he didn’t care where she went, this place seemed... odd. It was a place that shouldn’t exist, yet she’d visited it anyway. 

Whatever was in that place had piqued his interest. He didn’t know what WD was hiding, and with some luck, WD would never know he’d come looking. Gaster’s plan was to teleport in, have a look around, and then teleport out once he’d satisfied his curiosity. Simple enough. He’d done it plenty of times with other locations. 

“Hi! Are you feeling better?” It was Hannah who answered as her father was cooking, though he could see them from where he stood and gave a small wave.