I was scared to ask about the blood. Gaster seemed to smile at your scared face.
Honestly, you're pathetic. You're so thin, all jello just slides off of you. Get out of my hospital, pervert!
As you scream through the door, Gaster begins pulling on the bandages again.
You want to get out, don't you, baby? What if the blood from the brain is bad? What if you need it cleaned up? We can't do it unless you give us what we want!
This is the selfish son of a bitch you have been, isn't it?
You'll be fine. You'll be all right.
Before you can even scream
