Meeting Walker Duncan Gaster

He's Insane

"If you could give me a moment, I'll free... you..?" He was just standing there, glowering, as his arms where extended out. As if waiting for something to happen. He seemed to realize nothing was happening either, and glared at the cuffs. "These must be made of magic canceling metals! You are smart, human, but I will free myself of these chains and kill you for what your kind has done!" What. The fuck. Was this guy talking about? You didn't really take nicely to being threatened either. "Excuse me?! You broke into my garage and I had the decency to take you in any and you threaten me?! Look, I don't know what 'my kind' did to you, but don't take it out on me." You barked. He growled, narrowing his eyes at you. "I change my mind." He started advancing forward. "I'll kill you now." You yelped and ran for the kitchen as the stranger ran after you, only for his socked feet to slip and fall backwards onto the wood flooring. Still, you grabbed a frying pan from the drying rack, ready to defend yourself. He didn't get back up though. "God, does he have a concussion..?"

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Why weren't you calling the police? The guy literally tried to make an attempt on your life and you were treating him for a concussion. Granted, now his legs were in cuffs too. He could try to move but he wouldn't get far. Maybe you should call the mental ward and ask if they were missing any patients because this guy was truly insane. What the hell was he saying about magic? And your kind? He talked as if he wasn't human. Maybe you were keeping him around because you were curious about the weirdo. Or maybe it was loneliness. Context time, you weren't exactly poor. Your dad was a surgeon and your mom was a military sergeant. So yeah, you were pretty well off. But you were lonely. Sure you had friends, but they seemed so... fake. Now here you were treating a now locked up crazy man for the company and curiosity. Maybe a bit of boredom too. You backed away quickly, grabbing your trusty pan when he groaned and started to stir. "Fuck..." The man groaned again as he went to grab his head. He froze upon getting a fistful of hair though. "Oh fuck, no!"

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It was an eventful two seconds as he tried to get up and off the couch, only to fall. "I swear, it's like you've never walked before.." You grumbled. "Get me a mirror now, human." He snapped as he got onto his knees and examined his hands with wide eyes and then felt around his face. You were tempted to ignore his command, but as long as you didn't actually give him the mirror, he couldn't use it as a weapon, so you went quickly to grab a hand mirror before he had any other bright ideas. He was where you left him so you hoped for the best, crouching down and holding it out for him to see himself. He tried to grab it only once, but you'd pulled away. "No." You emphasized. So he stared at his own reflection. "No.. no no... no no no no, this cannot be happening!" You quirked a brow as started to freak out. "... you ok there?" You asked hesitantly. "I-I'm not supposed to be in this... this... meat sack! I'm a fucking Skeleton!" He slammed his fists into the floor. "... aren't we all Skeletons inside a meat sack..?"
"You don't understand! I'm a monster not a human!"