Every Gaster was different, from Avoiided to WD, to even Dings, every single one of them were different in varying levels of uniquely given traits. He knew this, yet it always came as a mild surprise to see the changes with his own eyelights.

Pressing past the initial reaction, Sans blinks as he slowly approaches the other now as his slippers catch on themselves with each step. Their words were common, a typical sentence that spewed out when a simple hello wasn't enough. The 'a' typical questioning that he merely had grown too used to at this point. Shrugging it off, he could be seen as given an aloof response but it was merely a lack of emotion in the action.

*oh jus' passin through. timeline exploring. i'd start with introductions but 'm sure we both know each others names. still, nicknames don't hurt. you can call me reset if ya want.

   Dark and silent, but not devoid of light. Just a quiet place where time didn’t seem to matter. Sometimes it moved slow, sometimes faster. Or perhaps it was just Chara’s perception of time that made them feel that way. 

  When you are dead, you have to find things other than hunger and sleep to keep your schedule in check. 

  Frisk didn’t know this place, even if they had been here many times before. When their soul shattered into pieces and they momentarily left their mortal body behind, In that moment, they were equal. In that moment alone, Chara could hold their hand and feel it’s warmth without limitations. Sometimes they wished Frisk would stay there forever.

  “You are the most terrifying creature I have ever encountered. Congratulations.”

My character has been kidnapped by yours. Send me “Snap!” followed by an action to injure my muse in any way your muse sees fit.

      How long had this madman had her captive? Days? Weeks? Navi had lost track. All the while, he’d been testing. Experimenting.

       Some of it had been mild-- offering her different foods (almost congenially, oddly enough) to see what she ate, an observation of her sleeping habits-- but slowly, the monster’s curiosity and thirst for knowledge began to take its toll.

       Suddenly, he’d stopped offering her food. Water, too. Navi wasn’t sure how long it had been since she’d last eaten--fairies didn’t need much food to survive, and so far, at least, she’d managed to stave off the effects of hunger. This much had fascinated her captor, she could tell. He could hardly wait to see starvation or dehydration take effect.

        Then, he stopped letting her sleep. Gone were the long periods of insufferable waiting. Instead, her hours were filled with movement, activities, puzzles and tests. 

        Navi wasn’t sure how long it went on. She pushed on doggedly, trying to avoid whatever punishments failure would bring. But her mind was lapsing; despite her best efforts, she could feel herself nodding off. 

   Little Kioku had been studying in a library but at some point got distracted and started using her phone instead. Not too long after she forgot she was meant to be studying and got immersed in her social media… until she heard the unfamiliar voice.

   The moment she layed her eyes on the strange creature, a shudder ran up her back. The image was frightening at first glance, and the fact that there didn’t seem to be any other people around didn’t help.

      “W-who are you–?”

   Arashi had gone to a field somewhat far from the city to practice his quirk, it was usual for him to go there from time to time since it was a safe place where he couldn’t accidentally hurt or annoy anyone… what wasn’t usual was the sudden feel of someone watching him…

      “…who are you…?”