A New Life

3- Save Them

The next morning, Gaster and his team prepared for the journey to the other AU. Sans and Papyrus wanted to attend, but Gaster decided that it was best to stay home and wait for them there. He didn't want to startle the children or overwhelm them too much. Moving AUs was most likely going to be overwhelming as it is.

The scientists wandered around them room while Gaster stared anxiously at the monitor screen he talked to yesterday. Inktale Gaster should be talking any moment now. He looked to his side when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Asgore stood there, a smile on his face. 

"Things will be okay, Gaster."

Gaster sighed and looked back at the screen, "I hope you're right." 

Just as everything started to settle down, something happened on the monitors.

Scenes on the screen began to appear, showing the exact time and date that they occurred. Gaster was horrified by what he saw. This version of himself beating and breaking these poor children. He heard their cries, their pleas for help, and he could help but see them as his own sons. He couldn't bear the thought of someone doing this to them. He saw the first time he hurt them, him drilling these hand plates into their delicate hands and ignoring their cries, and it broke Gaster's heart. He was mortified by how he broke 1S's eye and blowing up half of his skull. And he endured so much just so 2P could be spared from the evil scientist's wrath, and yet he still couldn't stop him from breaking most of 2P's bones from throwing him about the room. He saw everything this skeleton did to these kids that he saw as experiments, and yet 2P still expressed hope that he would change.

It didn't take long, however, before something new happened. The screen flashed black a few times before a sentence appeared in his original language, Wingdings. Gaster immediately knew what was happening based on this one simple sentence. 

💧︎♋︎❖︎♏︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎❍︎📬︎ (Save them.)

The world flashed a bright white for a moment before he opened his eyes again, he was brought to this AU, and it was now his job to save these children. No time could be wasted.

He ran through the halls of the all too familiar lab, eventually stumbling upon the cell where the children were held. Their faces instantly turned to one of horror, immediately grabbing ahold of each other for comfort and the hope of protection, it was a sad sight indeed.

Gaster slowly crouched down to their level, providing a sympathetic and kind smile on his face. 2P looked up at him, causing 1S to do the same. They spoke in Wingdings as well, which wasn't surprising considering that they only know their creator.

"Brother, he seems different from Gaster," 2P said, causing 1S to immediately get protective and defensive.

"But he looks just like him!" 1S yelled, though it wasn't very loud. He knew that even the slightest noise could bring Gaster back here.

"Then why isn't he wearing his white jacket? He doesn't even have the same look in his eyes," 2P said, his grip loosening from his brother.

Gaster's face remained sympathetic, and his emotions remained calm. Slowly so as not to startle the boys, he flashed a purple hue in his eye sockets, causing them both to glow their eyes as well.

"I promise you; I am not the man you know. I know this may not make much sense to you, but I am from another universe, I am a different version of the Gaster you know. I will not harm you, I am here to help you," he said, his voice remaining soft to keep the boy's calm.

1S looked back at 2P, "I heard Gaster mention alternate universes before, but he didn't mention it much to whoever he was talking to."

2P spoke after him, "and if he glows too, then he definitely isn't our Gaster." Slowly but surely, they moved from the wall, releasing their grip from each other and walking closer to the forcefields.