CREEPY SMILES |Gaster x Reader

Old - The Slumber, Non-existent (Chapter 8)

You soon woke up from your dreamless slumber. It was the first time in almost... Months? Years? You honestly don't know anymore. It's been a while and this author isn't exactly the best with keeping a consistent upload schedule. Seriously man, get your sh*t together.

You wake up, taking a few minutes to stare at the ceiling and slowly sat up. You put on your glasses, now needing them because of your horrible eyesight, before smelling something strange, but... Delicious? From outside in the kitchen. You work yourself off of the bed, putting on some comfortable clothing and walk out, did one of your friends break in while you were asleep? It wasn't unusual if it happened.

Instead of finding one of your friends, you actually find... Gaster? You could've sworn last night was a dream, it must've been with how crazy it was, maybe your hallucinating? You shake your head, ridding the thought from your conscious and take a seat. "So, you really are real... Your name was Gaster, correct?"

The skeletal man stops for a moment and looks behind him, seeming flustered that you caught him cooking "Õ̷̩͖h̷̜̿!̶̩̏̉ ̴͙̾̋H̸̡͚͆͘ȩ̴̮̇͆ĺ̴̹͛ľ̵͖͇o̴̼͠,̴͙͙̈ ̷͎̣̍̔Ï̶̥ ̶͚̖̒̈h̴̨̪͒â̸̰̹d̸̛̘n̶̺̊'̵̌͋͜͜t̶͓̏͛ ̵̹̚r̵̯͒ë̶̖̰́͝ä̴͎̯́̎l̶̞͐̔i̸͙̼̔͊ź̷̯͜e̷̼̼͝ḍ̶̛͔́ ̶̛̪̂y̷͎͠o̴͓͋u̸͉͓̿́ ̶̖̞̏̈́h̶̯̓͝a̵̬̾̇d̴͖̿͆ ̸͙̑a̵͋̿ͅw̵̠̿̕à̵̡̹k̶̛̗̀e̴̳̅́n̶̛̖ ̷̝̒͆ÿ̶̻͈e̸̪͗̚t̶͓͎̕.̶̙̲̓̑ ̴̣̂̃I̵͓͠'̶̻̓͗m̶̤̄ ̷͍̏̓s̴͍͘ò̸͈͛r̶̙̟͂r̸̳̯̈́y̸̰̓ ̷̟́i̶̞̘̽f̸̭̋̾ ̶̤̊͒t̷̘͙͆̏ḩ̸̓i̸̯̙͆͠s̵̡̐ ̶͍͇̋ḭ̷͒s̴͉̮̾ ̶̨͌͜͝s̴̝̤͊͝u̶̢̘̔̓d̶̯̖͐̔d̶̯͕̔͒ẹ̷͖̓̍n̴̮͎͘,̴̰͔͒ ̶̼̈́b̴̓̿͜u̷̩͛̕ṭ̵̊ ̷͍̀̕ẙ̵̆͜e̵̢͌s̸̺̤̄ ̴̪͋Ĩ̶̩͚ ̸̙̏͐͜a̶͍͍̕ḿ̷̰ ̷͉͛͂ͅG̸̰͂̀a̵̝̾̈́s̵͔͆ṱ̷̋͆e̶̼͋r̸͈̞̒͘,̸̡̼̐ ̸̩̳̇͂W̸͔̕ͅ.̷̣͕͠D̴̯̬̋.̴̣͊ ̴̖̻̇́G̸̦͉̋a̸̲͛s̵̹̼̋t̴̠͖͛e̴̳͚̅r̴̯̼͗.̸̞͗͐ ̶͍̱̉̅I̸̠͙̊s̷̫̉ ̵̰͚͛e̷̥̖̒̔v̵̤̠̐͊ḛ̴̊r̷͉̣̍͛ỹ̶̼̞ť̸͖̐h̴̲̓̀ī̴͇ṉ̸̒g̴̦̍ ̸͓̪̑ä̴̻́̈l̶̨͋r̴͙̀͝i̵̦͊̑g̵̛͋ͅĥ̴̳̅t̷̢̏?̴͈̹͂̍ ̷̠͂Y̸̼̚ô̶̧͙u̵̡̿ ̴̯̫̋̚s̵̰̘̉ẻ̴̖e̴̻̰̾m̷͚̍ ̵̨̤̾̌ŝ̸̢h̷͓̆͘á̸̧͝k̴͔̬͗è̴͇͂ṅ̴͓́ ̸͍̱͌u̴̜͊̑p̷̨̍.̷͙́" his voice was weird, almost like it was here and wasn't... Like it was also stuck somewhere else. "H̴̤̆̾o̶͔̤͐͠w̶̛͖ ̶̗̱͑d̵̢̰̍͋i̸̧͔̔̽d̸͔̒ ̴̩̦̄̒y̵̨̟͋̀o̶̧̎u̷̝̜͒͂ ̸̭͎̊s̴̳̑ļ̶̊͑ę̵͊̂ȇ̷̜̂p̷̹̈?̶̻̬̅"

"Why are you asking me...? You have some things to answer before I answer anything for you mister. Why are you here? And what was that thing last night? Why did it attack me? And how come you keep popping up in my dreams and now real life?" You started to ramble off multiple questions, almost never seeming to stop.

Gaster puts down what he was doing and sits down across from you and calmly waits for you to finish your questions. He was quiet for a little before sighing "Ị̶͝'̶͖̹͚̑̾̍m̷̖̋̄̈ ̵̨̽a̵̪̩̕f̵̡̞̓͝r̷̻͛̃a̵̛̳̹̥̎̄i̵̯̞̇̈́͠d̶͎̼͛ ̷̗̈́̿Į̵̡̈́̈́ ̸̬͈̣̽̃̽c̷̯̫̈́a̷̳̔̕ñ̴͚̆̉'̶͕͚͗͋̔t̶̛̘̳̊ ̷̗̜̊̒ã̸̖̱n̶̟͐̓̓s̸̛̮̘̓́ẅ̶̧̙͝e̴͖̓̋r̶͚̂͑͊ ̷̫͉̮͋͐ḁ̸̡̧̀͘͝l̴̛̮͚͑̕l̷͉̩̜͌ ̵͍̓̽̒ơ̸̰f̶̨̢̩͆͝ ̵̹̙̃t̸͚̆͑ẖ̶̲̳̏̽o̴͉̪̒̇̒s̸̟̥̔͊͠ḛ̵̢̺̀̀͠ ̶͚͚̽̈́q̶̨͕̼̔ȗ̸͍̥̃̌ȩ̷̨̪͆̋̌s̵̺̅͗̾t̴̩̤̮͘i̴͚̥̓ö̴̧́n̵͓͎̮̑̀͗s̸̨̰̟̆͘ ̷͙͎̾̑ỳ̴͖̋e̴͙͉͆́ţ̷̮̳̑̇̿ ̶̠̟͗͌́m̸̧̊ẏ̵͔̝̲ ̴̤̊d̸͖̕ê̶͚͉̄̋a̷̜͈̔͒͌͜r̶͚̈́͠,̵̨͖̐̔̍ ̴̜̓̽͛b̶̫̊u̸͓̠͐͂̓t̷̼̦̐̄̚ ̶̟̮͐I̸̙̗̋̌̆ ̶̠̍̎̄ẉ̴͚̄̽i̴̗̼̭͑ĺ̵͙̪͙l̷̲͙̪̚ ̴̲̊ș̸̇̏o̷̭̕o̷̱̼̓n̵̞͋̈́̃ ̸̧̙̂͊w̵̡̆h̷͙͖̊͑͠ê̵̹̻̄n̶̼̒̾̽͜ ̸̨̐̉̊I̵̞̔͑̒ ̷̧̡̪̀͑h̶͚̀ḁ̴̘̓͝ṿ̵̱̳̚ę̴͇̄̉̾ ̸̤͒͒ḁ̷̢̃͐͝n̴̟̖̑̏̚ŝ̵̢͂w̵̡̺͑̈ȩ̵̈͜ȓ̸̘̆̓ş̷̦́̌̒ ̴͑͐͜f̵̝̯̥̃ó̷͔̭ȓ̸̫̰̯ ̶̞̫͋͘m̵̭̆y̸͍̆̎s̷̲̽̾̚ȩ̷̰̈́̃̉l̴̝̬̏̋f̴̤͉̂͘.̸̨͉̺̈́ ̶̨̄̽̌I̸̻̟͋́ń̷̖̪͝ ̵͉̦̻̿͂͝t̸̡̻͉̀o̷̮͓̼͊͝t̷͓̃a̵͎͇̕l̸̰͂̈́͂ ̴̼͔̽h̵͈͓̥̑͝ō̵͇̱͌͘ṉ̶̐ȇ̴̪̣̓͊s̸̫̬̥̈t̷̥͎̃̓͜͝y̷̩͛̎̓,̵͙̐͝ ̵̤̙̘̚I̸̠̋̾ ̷̣̼̔d̸̻͈͖̉̈́ȏ̸͉̉ ̸̺͕̓n̵͖̜̈́ő̵͔́̈t̴͚͇̃ ̵͍̊k̶̹͔̑͆ṋ̵͎̹́͗͝ô̴̩̦w̸̼̋́̂ ̴̢̾̋̾h̷̡̜͆̓ͅò̸͕͛͝ẘ̸̦̈́ ̴̰̱̀̎w̷̖̹̓̄͝e̵̜̻̍̌ ̵͋̾ͅͅá̸̩̭͝r̸̢͉̋e̶̢̛̬͑̚ ̴̨̦͈̓c̵̖̱̊ō̵̞̋n̵̜̫̉ņ̶̰̗̒͗ẹ̶̈́̈́͜č̸̩͇̾͜t̴̡̜͠ë̴̫̲̘́̂͘ḓ̵̉,̷̳̤͑́ ̵̨̛̇̈́o̴̥͛t̸̲̝̗̋h̸̻͈̗̑e̶̙̼̣͊r̶̨̓ ̸̳̟̐ṭ̶͆͊͘h̵͉̑ä̶͕͎̠́ǹ̷͓̞̍ ̴̢̭͙͂̋̈́t̶̫͉̜̃h̴̞́ŕ̵̜o̸̲̾̓u̷͎̍͠g̵̠̏́͋h̶̠̐ ̷̢͈̔͠ṫ̶̯̫̤͛h̴̝̼̪̎̂i̷̧̹̿͊͜ş̷̝̥̋̀͠." He waved a holed hand over your chest and black heart comes out with a colored heart on the inside. "I̸̝͖͋'̸͔̀͒m̵̧̯̑̋ ̴̧̮͋a̷͉̠͊f̸͈̈́r̴̺͋͊á̷͙i̵̺̓d̴̈́͠ͅ ̷̠͑t̸͍͑͊h̵̨̯̅̀ḭ̷̾̀s̴̜̲̊ ̷̡̛̈́ĩ̶̺́s̷̤̽ ̵̢̛m̶̩̈y̸̥͎̏͝ ̸̧̄͝f̸̨̦̐a̸͕̥̾u̷͎̗̕l̴̪̻̒̌t̷͆̈͜,̵̢̅͠ ̶̨̪̆̊I̸̬̓̅ ̶͍̂̆ẅ̶͎́ȃ̵̱s̶̭̑͛ ̶̺͗͘w̷̝̻̋͘o̸̠̗͊̈r̵͚͉̊k̴̬̈͝i̶͇͛̚ǹ̶̗̙͐g̷͍͌ ̵͖̄͗ͅô̶̜n̶̼̥̍̏ ̵̞͂ḁ̷͇͗̐ ̵̳̔w̷̦̔̕ă̶̺ỳ̶̫̟̍ ̸̨͇̕͠t̵̢͍̽͝o̶̗͒̕ ̵͇͇̄̓e̶͓͒s̵̮̮͐̈́c̵̛̥̪͒a̶̤̩̚p̴͚̦̓̕è̷͈̚ ̴̮̇͝f̶̯̈́ȑ̶̩͔ơ̴̰͓̋m̸͍̫̈́̚ ̶̰̪͠m̶̼͈̄y̵͇̰̕ ̵̫̌͝c̶̠̃ũ̸̡̈r̷̨̿͌r̷̰̄̀e̶̻͊̇n̸̜̯̑͛t̶̗̜̓͂ ̵̜̳̽̄w̸͚̽̀ǫ̸̖̐r̶̲͘l̴̺̓͆d̷͉̈͝,̷͈͋ ̶̢͍͠h̴͖̟̆́a̶̢̖͝v̴͉̲͌i̷͈͂͜n̵̥̖̽g̴̯̓ ̸̪̥̈́m̵̲̈́̍a̴̩͘d̶͙́e̴͈̐ ̵̝̽̚a̷̜̭̔ ̷̯̾m̶̦̒ị̸͖͐s̴̪̎ṱ̵̯͠a̴̺̎k̴̘̭͆e̷͓̿̾ ̵͎͆̚ḭ̴̈́͊n̶̛̖͓ ̵̧̻̈́̾ḿ̵̻͉y̶̛̹ ̶͉͠l̷̖̲̇̆a̸̪̹͝ḅ̷̺̔͋.̸͉̞̈̔ ̶̪́̔I̴͈̩̋t̴̢͒͜ ̷̼͛s̵̼̿͂e̶̞͖͐̆e̷͖̠͒͊m̴̹̈͋s̷̲̃̚ ̷͓͘o̴̭̱̿̿u̷̠͑r̶̳̥͋̎ ̵̯̠̐̎p̵͙̋̎ả̷̦̬͘t̸̹̯̽̈́h̵̗͇̓́ś̶͇ ̸̲̱̍h̸̻̀͆a̴͓͂͘ͅd̵̝̈́ ̴͓̫͠c̸͍͎̊r̴̦͈͗͋o̴̤̐̍s̷̻͇̈́́ṣ̵̈́ē̸̺͙̏ḍ̵̼̉̉ ̶̱͠ḁ̷̀́n̴͉̥͂̑d̶̛̹̗ ̵̧͛ṋ̷̓͑o̶̜͓̽ẇ̸̱̩̅ ̸̢̼͝ẁ̸̭̕e̸̼͔̅'̸̼́r̸͕̖͐͗e̸̪̔͊ ̴̺͈̽c̷̙̎ȏ̴̭̲n̶̟̔̋ń̶̯͝ē̴͔̤c̸̡̞͆͝t̴̙̅e̵̖̟͗̋ḏ̸̟̃̂,̷̙̞̀̇ ̶͉͑̚ơ̷̯͍͐f̶̘̿ ̵͙̹̈͑c̵͓̜̍o̵͔͊̀ͅü̷͊ͅr̶̝͇͝s̵͙̱̀͛ẹ̸̓ ̴̰̰͑b̸̦̩͋y̵̥͐ ̴̰̯͋t̵̛̮̱ŏ̴͜ț̷̨̕a̸̳͊͜l̷͇̘̉̀ ̵̧̀ä̵̗̚ć̷͖̯̈́c̶̱̉i̵̼̬̚d̷̡͊̕è̵͔ǹ̸̜̐ẗ̸͓́.̵̹͊͂ ̵̟̈́͜Ỉ̸̢͙ ̵̮̑d̵͕͋̚ö̶̻͕́ ̴̧̜͒̾p̴̰̒l̴̙̑͘ą̵͈͝n̶̻̯̽ ̶̰̣̔o̶̟̳͒̀n̸̘̹̈́ ̴̧̓͝f̴̧̉í̶͍̝x̸̛̥͒í̵̱͝ņ̵̓g̷̪̀ ̶̰́̀t̸̬̽͂h̶̰̜̉i̷̮̲̒s̸̱̣͒ ̵̹̽a̶̱͗s̴͙̣͑ ̸̰͈̈s̵̟͝ȯ̴̳͘o̸̮̭͌̌n̵̘͚͠ ̸͙͓̈́͝a̸̻͠s̷̞͙̕ ̴̙̔͘I̷̖͈̎ ̴̟̅̈c̷͇̀͝ȁ̸̧͜n̶̥̐̕ ̵͚͎͐a̶̯͕͝n̴̞̈́ḏ̸̹̀͌ ̴̫̃̑ȁ̶͙͝b̵̉͜l̵̰̑͝e̸̩̰̅,̶͑ͅ ̴̙̽I̵̻̅͑ ̶̜̈h̶̬̱̉͋o̵̡̘͌p̵̹̅͐e̴̝͐͠ ̸̮́͜y̷̥̽o̵͉͌ų̷͔̅̍ ̵̗̻͆̓d̵̩͔̀̓o̶̜̣̔͌ ̶̛̞̀n̵͕̼̅̀o̵̜͌̊t̷̜̐ ̴͉̃m̴̤͚̚i̷̮͛n̷̮͂ḑ̶̒ ̸͔̤̐m̶̫̻̈e̶̩̓̈́ ̸̙̬̂̎s̶̬̳̑̈́t̵͎̂̊a̷̲͛̅y̸̧̌į̵̦̇̔ṇ̶̀̇g̴͉̈́̂ ̷̙̗̉a̵̤͉̎͌r̵̨̮͂́ȯ̴͍ṳ̸̈́̉ṋ̵͐d̸̻̓ ̵̫͆u̴̢̚n̵͓͉̎͠ť̴̞i̷̖̲͌l̵̦͙̾̚ ̶̩̬̎͑I̵͔̐ ̷̝̪͌̊c̶̖͐a̷͈̎ͅn̸̢͆͒.̸̝̝͊" he seemed to be serious about all of this... Which is good.

You could feel yourself relax a little as the heart disappeared, the skeletal man smiling a little, well more nicely than what he was already doing. "Ȋ̷̳̤ ̷̤̼͛h̴̡̧̾̎ō̷͔̓p̸̨̥̓̈́ĕ̴͙̄ ̴̗̤͛̄y̵̮͂̑ò̶̪̩̒u̴̲͆͊ ̵͉̘̓͝d̶̜͛̈ȏ̶̦̄n̸̙̹̏̇'̶̪̼͋t̶͍͊ ̶̼́̂m̷̧̼͋̾i̶̛͇n̸̥̦͋d̵̡͂ ̵̢̏̈́͜ḿ̶̮͎͑é̶̝͔ ̵̯̪̽u̵̠͇͑́s̵̛̤̯͒i̵̩̪̔ǹ̵̥̔g̵̛̲̗͝ ̴̨͒̈ȳ̸̲̒o̶̹͝ŭ̸͔̗͘r̴̞͕̔͋ ̴̢͇͘͝k̶̗̂͘ị̸̂̾t̸̢͝͝c̵̩͂̎h̴͖͌e̶͔̫͂n̴͈͚̓̋,̴̖̮̽ ̵̼̀̏İ̸͔̓ ̵̡͓͒͠m̴̬̜͒a̸̧̻̚d̵̙̘̀e̸͑̄ͅ ̵͎̐y̵͠͝ͅö̸̥́͠ǘ̵̱ ̶̤̔b̷̡̬̾̿ȑ̶̢̨̃e̶̯̔ȧ̵͓͎͘k̷̢̿͘f̴̝̕͠a̷̰̋̾s̸̜̲͠t̶͍̰̐̿ ̸͓̎̃i̶̭͓̍f̶͓͍̍ ̷̹̀ỳ̸̫ọ̷͈̆̇u̷͚͋̕ ̴̜͂w̴̯͑̆ĭ̵̲̭s̵̤̈́h̶̳͌̔ ̸̘̓̈́ẗ̶͓̹ö̵̺̥ ̷̲͎̏̌h̴̙͔̏a̴͇̿v̴̼̀͒ḛ̵͚͘ ̴̬̈́͛s̸̠̅͝ȍ̵̝m̸̮̊͠è̷̗̹͘" Gaster chuckled. He stood up and returned back to the oven and came back with a full plate of food for you, setting it in front "Ḭ̶͓̎̀t̴͎̞̂͂'̷̦̤͝s̶̱͓̍ ̶̹̩̈́̉t̸̗̟͋h̵͘ͅe̵̡̳̓͝ ̴̘͒̾l̸̮̟̈̔e̷͓̟̐͑a̵̳̩̽͘s̸̙͇̉t̴͚̼͐ ̸̤̓̅Ḯ̴̹̮͆ ̷͓̀c̶̪̍̕ỏ̶̯͓u̵̧̮͋̈ľ̸͓̘ḏ̵͆ ̷̥̀͝d̵͎̋o̶͖̒,̷͍̼͂̋ ̸̬̐̃a̴͎̟̍n̴̥̕d̷̞̄ ̷͍̍ȋ̶̯̇ẗ̸̤͚́ ̷̰̭̆͛b̵͘͜ͅe̴̘̤͗̓ ̶̡͒a̵̩̙̔s̷̩̼̅́ ̵̣́̌a̷̞͆ ̵̡̍s̴̡̜͋o̶̧̲̓͝r̷͕̭͌͗t̸̘̫̀ ̸̢́o̸̤̅f̵̹̥̐͘ ̶̰͔̑͒t̶̨̂̇e̴̺̙͠m̷̧͘p̸̳̪̚o̷̥̻̽r̵͉͛̓a̴̱͌͝r̴̻̿̎y̵̩̜̒́ ̸͚͋a̵͔͓̅̕p̸̨̞̓o̶̡̔͜l̶̖͠o̸̢͘g̶͔̩̒ý̸̛̳̱"

You stared at the food for a little before picking out your favorite pieces "I will take it as one, but you need to figure out how to fix this as soon as possible, okay?"

"I I̷̖̮͈͋̅̇̈́ ̵͈̘͙̃̊w̵̹̭͆̓ĩ̵̪͕̱͋̒̎l̷̰̍̕l̶̹͜͠,̴̪̽̏ ̸͉̟͕͉̓̿͝e̴̗͉͈̥̓̌a̷̛̫͛̂͑s̶̨͕͛̿̆ẽ̸͚̮́̄ͅ ̵̨̣͊̍̋͜͝d̷͔̔̓̄̒ò̸̧͖̺̕ ̴̛͎̥͜n̷͕͎̰̗̈͑̓͠o̷̹̊t̶͕̲̳̭͗̎ ̶̢̖̳͎͒̐ŵ̵̪ȏ̶̧͎̑̑̅͜ṟ̵̂̉r̶̼̜̘͆y̶̥̹͖͒͂̄̑ [̴̛̅͗̈̍̿̒̏̈̀̐́̔̚͝Ÿ̵̡̡̢̼̺̩̙̗̝̗͓̗̗̫̝͎̻̬͕͎͖͙̙̥̜̆̑́͒͘̚͜͠/̴̨̨̨̡̼̙̝̦̳̠͚͈̙̟̲̦̜̯̪̜̗̣̼̤͔̬̹̥͙̠̳͕̤͉̅̌̀͗͒̉̽͐̎̔͊̅̃͝ͅN̷̗̹̮̹̘̠̳̳̘̞̙̅͑̊͜͜͜]̴͌̒̐͋͂͒́͑͋̇̉̉̐̏̈́̃̚͘̚"

PART 1: END
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Phewwwwww glad that was over. Sorry about my hiatus on this story everyone, I'm not into Undertale anymore... But looking back at my middle school edge and where I was heading with the story, I don't think I mind where this is going. Especially with your all's help!

This part was suggested by ambergerrosy ! Thank you for your suggestion! I hope you like the part!

Now children, what will happen next? Its up to YOU to decide, comment on this paragraph! Maybe your idea will happen? You won't know until you try!

Anyways, this Krou, signing off. Smile creepily you all