The house seemed rather quiet, eerily quiet for once. Most were going about, doing daily tasks, or even spending time with others of the household. Though one of them had isolated himself once more.

A strew of papers littered the floor of the room with the door tightly closed, only an oil lamp on the desk barely illuminated the small space. It even did little to shed some light upon the many sketches that hung up on the wall, from the skeleton’s hands. But he sitting at the desk didn’t care, instead, busied himself with the various pencils and charcoals that he used for his work. It was enough to stir him from his sleep to, yet again, sketch out the dreams that radiated his thoughts. This time, however, it was a...fond memory..

Under his careful digits, he was sketching out every last detail of faces he recalled from his youth, those that he would of considered dear to his soul. And the memories of the Tavern were very fresh within his mind.

Of course, the all too familiar Lich was the first on the page, having been the one that imprinted upon the young monster the most. After all, he was the boy’s mentor and guardian. Many more faces seem to be drawn out, more faces that he knew were regulars at the Tavern. Who didn’t know of it? It was a safe haven, even in the desolate wastelands that were the Void. Many of them were just like Clemency Lost, Gasters who were thrown into the Void by means that couldn’t be prevented. Just like the boy was...which those memories of where he came from were still fleeting. It was when he started to sketch out a final face, that he paused.....

....What was the name of this one? He was a Gaster, of course, gentle and kind to the boy who, he encouraged with his studies, his art. But a name, he just couldn’t pinpoint. It actually left Hazard baffled even, that out of all those he cared for back then, this was the only one that escaped his mind. He eyed his work with the faded light of his good eye socket and even then, it was unfinished, like the memory itself was slipping away. And it only frustrated the skeleton further.

With a growl rising up his vertebrae, he crumbled up the page and tossed it about his room, hunching over his desk. His hands clasped over his skull as he was struggling, trying to remember the name of this specific one. An old friend...one he could barely remember.