Meeting Walker Duncan Gaster

A Stranger in A Strange Place

Gaster was falling, falling deeper and deeper in, feeling the heat press closer and closer to his bones. This was how he was going to die, huh? Burned alive by some human brat who wanted to harm his sons. This is why he despised humanity. They were destructive by nature. It was them who started the war years ago, and it was them who was trying to destroy them now. Oh how Gaster hated humans... oh how Gaster regretted confronting the child now. His sons were now in the lab somewhere, alone and scared and he couldn't go back to them. His baby boys.. Gaster felt tingly, like that feeling one would get when your foot falls asleep. It spread through his frame, making his head feel fuzzy. He felt sapped all of a sudden, drained of magic. When did his sockets close? Was this fine? Yes. He decided. He needed to rest. Before his sons woke up. It was Sans birthday tomorrow, after all, Gaster would have to surprise him with something great. He was faintly aware of slamming into something hard, something akin to an alarm going off as he rolled of the machine and onto the ground. He didn't feel it though, his body was numb. His mind was numb.

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You jolted from a dead sleep as your car alarm went off. Did someone seriously just break into your garage?! You lurched out of bed and down the stairs to where your garage was attached to the house. You unlocked the doors lock and the deadbolt to find... a man? An extremely shady looking man wearing a black coat and trousers along with steel toe black boots. His skin was white as a sheet with messy black hair. You were EXTREMELY tempted to call the police on this asshole right now, but the scars caught your interest. You tried to look closer without actually getting any closer. It kinda looked like one went from his eye to his hairline while the other looked like it went from his other eye to his mouth. But those weren't the scars that bothered you. It was the circular scars on his palms that, upon reluctantly picking them up and inspecting them, looked like someone cut a perfect circle into them. If that had happened though, he wouldn't have palms. You bit your lip wondering what you should do.

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That's how the strange, 6'5"ish man ended up on your couch, handcuffed in case he really was a bad guy. Now you were pretty glad of your mom's paranoid ways. The handcuffs really were coming in handy. Still, in case he WASN'T a bad person you had taken off his boots and covered him in a blanket. Win, win you supposed. At least he was alive and not in jail for somehow breaking in to your garage. Seriously how'd he do that, all the doors and the lift was still locked? You watched him from the adjoining room as you made a bowl of cereal and went on to watching him and waiting for him to wake up. Did you feel like a creep doing this? Yes. But you didn't know his intentions so you felt justified. Finally the man started to stir. He blinked groggily, revealing heterochromic blue and orange eyes. The orange one seemed to droop, most likely paralyzed due to the scar. "What the hell?!" He panicked when he found out he was in cuffs. "Hey, hey, calm dow-" You jumped the recliner you were in as he lunged at you, seething. "Human." Well shit, now look what you did.