Entry Number 8, Pacifist Timeline Number 1
Magic is a dangerous substance fueled by the wielder's emotions. Being tied to a soul of Determination makes it even more volatile. Truth be told... it is the sole reason I fear her. The slightest impulse could bring out the full extent of her power... and with her current experience, or lack thereof, it could bring harm to her soul... or to those influenced by RESET. She is both a detriment and a necessity to monsterkind, just like him. Under a certain influence, they could bring about true peace or they could spell out our destruction.
I refuse to wait another hundred years for a soul to be brought from the other side of the void. These two will have to suffice. They're from far from ready to face what this life has in store for them, so I cannot get carried away with myself. I shall endeavor to make the most of the time we still have before fate demands them, and coach them step by step. We must tread lightly if we wish to move forward...
Good grief, Sans's bad behavior is beginning to rub off on me. Heh... I wonder if whoever reads these data entries will even understand that terrible joke... Perhaps much later in our lifetime. Not that anyone will find these entries.
- W. D. Gaster
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"Can you reach it yet, little human?" asked the deer monster before them desperately.
"You've asked that same question three times in the span of a minute. Try to take it easy." Magic pointed out as she was untangling some decorations from his antlers.
The two humans had been through hell and back with Papyrus and his never-ending puzzles. Every corner they had turned in this wintery hellhole, they would be led into another puzzle that was almost as tedious and time-consuming as the last. That wasn't even counting the number of times that they'd stop their progression simply because of the dumbest things like Papyrus leaving out a plate of spaghetti for them, although it was an incredibly tempting offer that the humans were upset they couldn't actually take (thanks to the cold climate causing the plate to become frozen and stuck to the table). The illusion of choice was such a cruel inconvenience.
The local monsters also didn't make things any easier with how they constantly kept blocking the way. Every couple steps, their journey would be interrupted by a Snowdrake, one of those damned Icecaps who couldn't keep their ego to themselves, or a combination of the aforementioned monsters accompanied by everyone's favorite local slob, Jerry. The monsters were stretching this journey out way more than it needed to be, and this "Gyftrot" was no exception... but the two siblings could let this particular monster slide, as he didn't exactly block their path on purpose.
The whole reason they encountered Gyftrot was because he came barreling out of the trees in utter distress, startling the two humans at first because of the googly eyes that were blinding the poor guy's vision. Apparently, he was being tormented by some local teenagers earlier, and they decorated him as if he was a christmas tree. When the humans realized that was what was causing Gyftrot such intense stress, they offered to help him take the decorations off, much to the deer monster's delight. Frisk was currently reaching for a pesky candy cane that was stuck at the top of Gyftrot's antler as Magic proceeded to remove the christmas lights on his other antler. Gyftrot even knelt down slightly to help them. Finally, they snatched the delicate treat off.
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