Life kinda sucks, But you make it better. | {Gaster X Grillby}

|Christmas special {Pt.2!}|

{Gaster POV}

It felt like everything was crashing down on me, all the HATE, all the stress, everything. The voices were at their loudest, my head was throbbing, it felt like it was going to explode. Grillby was trying to comfort me while the voices were yelling left and right at me.

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My vision went black

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Where was I?

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I can't see anything

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I couldn't feel my own body....

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What is happening?

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I saw some figures in the distance....

"H-hello? Who's there?" I call out, and the figures seem to look toward me,

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"ah, so we finally meet, W.D Gaster~"

I freeze, "W-why am I here..." I ask, my voice shaky.

"We just wanna play~ nothing to bad~" the voices whisper dangerously, walking closer.

"L-leave me alone..." I stutter.

"oh, come on~ it'll be fun~" they coo.

{I don't have any more insults- so just insert a lot of name calling, insults, etc.._.}

They yell insult after insult at me, I sit there, on the ground sobbing, having no other choice but to listen to them.

"s-stop..." I cry, but they just laugh at me.

All the sudden, everything goes white.

I'm sat up against the bed frame, Grillby next to me leaning on my shoulder, he seems to be asleep. I look at the clock on the bedside table, '4:45... how long was I like that for...?' I feel my face, it's wet. I bring my sleeve up to my eyes and dry my tears and sweat.

{Hours later}

Grillby stirs in his sleep and clings onto me, I giggle softly.

I hadn't gotten any sleep last night, not after that... weird... thing that happened. What exactly was that...?

Grillby takes in a deep breath and begins to sit up. "morning..." I mumble to him "mmm, morning. you doing ok...?" he asks sweetly, and I look to my side shyly. "Hey, we're in this together... alright?" he says, putting his hand on mine reassuringly. I look up at him and nod, "yeah... I'm...just...T-tired..." I say, yawning half-way in between. He sighs "did you get any sleep last night?" he asks, and I stay silent. "No... not really..." I admit.