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Darkness.
Familiar, encroaching.....Black as the HATE established in your SOUL since your first RESET.
This was not that blackness though, not the negativity of HATE. More the comforting kind you feel when you are engrossed in the memory of Asriel and Chara's first meeting.
If you strain your ears you can make out the words now.
IIt sounds like it came from over here... -✋︎💧︎😐︎… (-isk…)
Wait....what was that? After some thought you decide to disregard it, You aren't sure what it was, most likely some of your own thoughts that you don't pay attention to during these moments, it happens sometimes. You are, however, content to have this moment in Chara's memories to yourself. You are so tired .
Oh! You've fallen down, haven't you... Are you okay? ....
You get a sense now that it isn't your thoughts interrupting the memories, someone is here with you and they're being quite rude . You hear a soft sigh
Here, get up... Chara, huh? That's a nice name. 👍︎☟︎✋︎☹︎👎︎ (Child)
The voice is coming in clearer now, you think you might recognize it now but you just want to finish the memory.
My na- F☼︎i💧︎k! (Frisk!)
Well that was rude , but yes, you do know who it is. The one not even the River Person dared to speak of. W.D Gaster a.k.a “The Man who speaks in Hands” . You've encountered him several times before. You know he watches everything that goes on and you suspect he's coming now to talk to you about the constant RESETS . You don't want to talk about that........ demon . Just thinking of her makes you just as weary as all the RESETS have.
Your Determination is waning.
You feel his presence next to you and feel a skeletal mess of a hand come to rest on your forehead.
“ Child , I have been watching you” his voice is gentle and confirms what you already knew.
You can tell he is making an effort to speak the common language you can understand rather than in his species' natural font. Sans , before your second Genocide route explained saying that Wingdings , which Gaster was named after, was the natural language of the Skeletons. They were all capable of developing their own unique language, most developed their 'fonts' as they called them, around the common language that the rest of the monsters and the humans used but when speaking to each other in privacy they used Wingdings . Refocusing, you sense he was waiting for you to pay attention.
“Yes I have been watching and I sense your Determination fading........tell me, Chara has been forcing RESETs, yes?” he says gently.
You don't want to admit it but you nod your head a bit, confirming his assumption. His next words floor you.
“What if I were to offer you a way to be rid of that demon for good?” he asks.
You can scarcely believe it, as you nod your head a bit almost as if your body is moving on its own, but.........for the first time in a very.......very long time you are filled with an emotion beyond the apathy you 've been feeling for the last hundred RESETs .
* You are filled with...... H O P E . . .
Your HOPE turns to half fear as you feel his goopy form fall on you. You never did well restrained. But then you realize he's not trying to restrain. You feel his magic and stronger Determination start to sink into the nearly empty vessel that is your soul.
Despite being terrified you wonder what he's doing. That's when the terror really starts. It's not really harming you much though you do have the sensation of a needle injecting something into your chest. It's more that he is sharing his memories with you. What awful memories they are too.
A beautiful, yellow-blue-eyed, feminine skeleton kissing him good-bye, before following Asgore off to war leaving him to care for their sons... * You have a sense that he never sees her again.
Watching his sons grow up among the trouble with the Prince and Princess, *the sense of loneliness is overwhelming as is his HATE for the Human's who took his Beloved, the Prince, and even one of their own kind.
Letting his work overtake caring for them with Asgore being dragged down briefly by the same HATE that plagued him, *You feel his regrets crawling on your back
Sans vanishing with his younger brother to Snowdin, *The regret is worse than the loneliness
Throwing him self into his work like never before instead of looking for them, scorning Asgore for going back on his HATE ....... * mistakemistakemistake!
Sans returning, feeling a brief sense of relief before realizing how angry his son was with him ...... * failurefailurefailure!
*The accident , the observations that were slowly driving him insane for lack of ability to do anything, then the plan. Oh yes, the glorious plan that was so bat s*** insane that it just HAD to work.
Among the flood of memories you can feel your own memories opening to him , you hope he isn't too disgusted with you .
As the memories started coming faster, all the little details of Gaster 's life you feel the sleeping darkness attached to your soul creep up on you to see what’s going on . With a scream of furry and pain echoing through your head you feel something get wrenched painfully away from you .
*It caused so much pain that you feel your soul shatter, the darkness of oblivian takes you.0