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How to crush on them like a nerd scientist

Forgot hope, Gaster wanted to kiss the emerald eyed monsters mouth as they kicked mages from one side of the field to the other leaving bodies dead behind him.

"This is a dream right?" Gaster said dreamily.

"No, this is real," Grillby said pulling Gaster out of the way of an attack.

"Hes beating them without even his summoned weapon" Gaster said in awe, his weapons was the magic hands and Gaster blasters.

"Aster! You can ask him out later!" Grillby protested his smitten friend.

"Stop mangling my name," Gaster cried.

"Then stop beings distracted on a battlefield" Grillby hissed.

"Oh right..." Gaster said, mage hand reaching out and snapping a humans neck, he'd try not o think on how many levels he'd gained here. So many level high humans attacking him, the mages depraved as they were.. were the worst.

"RETREAT!"

A feeling of relief spread through him, sensing the remaining mages retreat with the rest of the humans soldiers.

"Hopefully... they won't come back," Gaster said tiredly.

A just as tired scoff game a dog monster nearby, clear not believing they were that lucky.

"Your crush is talking to Asgore" Grillby teased as he walked to find a place to lean against something, tat or pass out.

"He's not my Crush... anyway if he survived for all I know he might have mates or bonelettes," Gaster hissed blushing purple, an amused huff was his reply. Yet still eh walked over, Asgore and the unknown skeleton were talking.

"King Asgore," Gaster greeted there king, the usually smiling monster wasn't smiling and grief hid in the goat monsters eyes at how many of there people they had lost.

"Ah Gaster, good timing. This is... a Traveller Harry" Gaster said, Gaster forced himself not to flinch at the word Traveller and the others name.

A Traveller.. usually was a monster child taken captive, if they survived and escaped they usually knew nothing of monster kind. The few he'd heard of usually had high levels, from escape and survival. Some humans used them as slaves or toys to battle with.

"Hello Harry... I'm Gaster its short for Wing Ding Gaster," he said introducing himself.

"Like the writing font?" Harry asked bewildered and he had to force himself to not make a face, Harry's voice was missing the specialized magic skeleton monsters were born with that gave them there Font name. There voice felt flat, and it felt awful to his magic.

What had been done to this skeleton, as it meant Harry would not know his true font name.

"Yes, like the font," he replied, and they shook hands.

The others magic felt nice, but worried at how off tone and thin the others bones were. They'd have to ge the other on magic rich food quickly, he was the only skeleton monster about to teach them there culture and species needs now.

He could nerd out and be an idiot about them later, like when the King wasn't there and Harry would maybe... respond.

"Gaster, I was hoping you could let him stay in your home so he can learn monster magic properly and learn what his body needs," Asgore asked.

"I would be honored," he replied, if he had been a dog monster a tail would be wagging.

He wouldn't mind being there friend either, after all just because they were the last didn't mean Harry.. and he must find there monster name... would like him back.