#scribbledxthoughts

  It’s been a very long time.

  Gaster tries in vain to fix his hair, but it seems to refuse any attempt to control its unkempt-ness. He bites his lip nervously as he slows his pace, his destination approaching fast.

  He took a moment to compose his feelings, for the billowing edge of his cloak had begun to sputter and hiccup, shattering into neons and other eye-straining hues. His body was still recovering from being dragged from the void, and in situations of high emotion it would lose it’s form. This is what caused Sans and Alphys to keep him cooped up in the lab for so long- they feared his effect on the outside world would be... drastic.

  But finally, after two months, he was allowed out- and he spent his first outing on going to a popular bar, to reacquaint himself with his (former?) lover, Grillby.

  Startling thoughts passed through Gaster’s mind that he’d hoped would never surface, questions he never wanted to ask himself- would Grillby remember him? If so, would he still want to be with him? Has he already found himself a new partner?