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And it will only do GOOD things (Gaster backstory)

"Goodness, slow down a little..." said Asgore, scratching his just forming beard and mustache. 
"A҉n҉d҉ ҉i҉ ҉t҉h҉i҉n҉k҉ ҉w҉i҉t҉h҉ ҉t҉h҉i҉s҉ ҉b҉r҉e҉a҉k҉t҉h҉r҉o҉u҉g҉h҉-҉ ҉I҉ ҉d҉i҉d҉n҉'҉t҉ ҉t҉h҉i҉n҉k҉ ҉i҉t҉ ҉w҉o҉u҉l҉d҉ ҉w҉o҉r҉k҉ ҉b҉u҉t҉-҉ ҉I҉ ҉t҉h҉i҉n҉k҉ ҉w҉i҉t҉h҉ ҉t҉h҉i҉s҉ ҉b҉r҉e҉a҉k҉t҉h҉r҉o҉u҉g҉h҉ ҉t҉h҉e҉r҉e҉ ҉i҉s҉ ҉a҉ ҉w҉a҉y҉ ҉t҉o҉ ҉u҉s҉e҉ ҉m҉a҉g҉i҉c҉-҉ ҉m҉a҉g҉i҉c҉ ҉i҉n҉ ҉a҉ ҉q҉u҉a҉n҉t҉u҉m҉-҉ ҉t҉o҉ ҉c҉r҉e҉a҉t҉e҉ ҉a҉ ҉k҉i҉n҉d҉ ҉o҉f҉ ҉r҉e҉a҉c҉t҉o҉r҉,҉ ҉a҉ ҉p҉o҉w҉e҉r҉ ҉s҉o҉u҉r҉c҉e҉ ҉f҉o҉r҉ ҉t҉h҉e҉ ҉U҉n҉d҉e҉r҉g҉r҉o҉u҉n҉d҉ ҉t҉h҉a҉t҉'҉d҉ ҉b҉e҉ ҉l҉i҉m҉i҉t҉l҉e҉s҉s҉!҉ ҉L҉i҉m҉i҉t҉l҉e҉s҉s҉!҉ ҉T҉h҉a҉t҉ ҉w҉e҉ ҉c҉o҉u҉l҉d҉ ҉u҉s҉e҉ ҉f҉o҉r҉ ҉a҉l҉m҉o҉s҉t҉ ҉e҉v҉e҉r҉y҉t҉h҉i҉n҉g҉ ҉w҉e҉ ҉n҉e҉e҉d҉!҉ ҉I҉'҉m҉ ҉s҉u҉r҉e҉-҉ ҉I҉'҉m҉ ҉s҉u҉r҉e҉ ҉i҉t҉'҉s҉ ҉p҉o҉s҉s҉i҉b҉l҉e҉!҉" Gaster exclaimed, stuttering in his excitement. Asgore put his hand on Toriels shoulder, grinning like a maniac. "Oh Tori." he said, looking back to the young scientist. "Look... can you believe it? It's better than I ever imagined." "Oh i know. I thought we'd never see the day... oh." Tori said, putting her hand on Asgores "Oh this is so wonderful! I always thought it'd be for something like this..." Gasters face took on a confused expression. "U҉h҉,҉ ҉w҉h҉a҉t҉ ҉a҉r҉e҉ ҉y҉o҉u҉ ҉t҉a҉l҉k҉i҉n҉g҉ ҉a҉b҉o҉u҉t҉?҉" he asked, tilting his head slightly. Toriel reached out with her hand and put it to Gasters cheek affectionately, as the green fiery glow from Gasters eye flared up. "Oh. My dearest. You're glowing. You're glowing green." she said softly. Gaster looked shocked. "I.. I'm? I... I can't... I can't be... I shouldn't-" Gaster stuttered. "Of course you should!" Asgore said, reaching out to put his hand on Gasters shoulder. "Please, don't be afraid! Keep going. Tell us more about your breakthrough." Toriel comforted, steadying him. "I҉.҉.҉.҉" Gaster said, putting his hand to his eye. 

{Several years later}
"Gaster. You need rest. Why are you working so hard?" Asgore asked, Reaching out to stop Gaster from taking another step further. "No one is asking you to do this. It's like you're trying to give yourself a breakdown. What is it that's troubling you now?" He demanded. "I҉ ҉d҉o҉n҉'҉t҉ ҉n҉e҉e҉d҉ ҉t҉o҉ ҉r҉e҉s҉t҉,҉ ҉t҉h҉e҉r҉e҉ ҉a҉r҉e҉ ҉t҉o҉o҉ ҉m҉a҉n҉y҉ ҉t҉h҉i҉n҉g҉s҉ ҉i҉ ҉n҉e҉e҉d҉ ҉t҉o҉ ҉d҉o҉." Gaster reasoned angrily. "B҉r҉e҉a҉k҉d҉o҉w҉n҉s҉ ҉a҉r҉e҉ ҉f҉o҉r҉ ҉p҉e҉o҉p҉l҉e҉ ҉w҉i҉t҉h҉ ҉e҉m҉o҉t҉i҉o҉n҉s҉.҉ ҉I҉ ҉h҉a҉v҉e҉ ҉t҉o҉ ҉w҉o҉r҉k҉.҉ ҉T҉h҉a҉t҉'҉s҉ ҉w҉h҉a҉t҉ ҉i҉'҉m҉ ҉f҉o҉r҉-҉" he continued before a strong, vice like grip on his arm stopped him. "You are more than just your work. You are a person and you need rest. this needs to stop!" Asgore yelled, hoisting Gaster into the air and pointing to him accusingly. "Whatever it is you're feeling is okay. You don't have to push yourself like this." He growled. "I҉ ҉d҉o҉n҉'҉t҉ ҉f҉e҉e҉l҉ ҉a҉n҉y҉t҉h҉i҉n҉g҉,҉ ҉l҉e҉t҉ ҉g҉o҉ ҉o҉f҉ ҉m҉e҉,҉ ҉I҉ ҉h҉a҉v҉e҉ ҉t҉o҉ ҉w҉o҉r҉k҉,҉ ҉i҉t҉'҉s҉ ҉a҉l҉l҉ ҉i҉'҉m҉-҉" Gaster said, struggling profusely in Asgores grip. "I҉t҉'҉s҉ ҉w҉h҉y҉ ҉I҉-҉ ҉i҉f҉ ҉i҉ ҉d҉o҉n҉'҉t҉ ҉t҉h҉e҉r҉e҉'҉s҉ ҉n҉o҉ ҉r҉e҉a҉s҉o҉n҉-҉ ҉T҉h҉e҉r҉e҉'҉s҉ ҉n҉o҉ ҉r҉e҉a҉s҉o҉n҉ ҉I҉-҉" He continued, His struggles growing weaker with every word until they stopped all together and collapsed into Asgores arms, sobbing uncontrollably. "Shhhhhhhhh." Asgore whispered comfortingly, stroking Gasters head. "I҉ ҉d҉o҉n҉'҉t҉ ҉f҉e҉e҉l҉ ҉a҉n҉y҉t҉h҉i҉n҉g҉.҉ ҉I҉ ҉d҉o҉n҉'҉t҉ ҉f҉e҉e҉l҉ ҉a҉n҉y҉t҉h҉i҉n҉g҉.҉" Gaster sobbed. "It's alright. It's alright" Asgore continued.