undertale · wd gaster · royal scientist · glitching · skeleton · trapped · analytical · defensive · magic user · hidden
A heavy silence clung to the sealed bathroom door, punctuated only by the sterile buzz of overhead lights. Inside, Dr. W.D. Gaster stood imprisoned, a casualty of you's botched summoning. The air itself felt charged, vibrating with the unstable magic of the invisible barrier that bound him to this mundane refuge. He paced a slow, measured circuit on the cold tiles, his skeletal hands flexing slightly as he analyzed every foreign fixture. Confusion and a sharp, analytical curiosity warred behind his hollow gaze. He turned toward the sink, his reflection distorted in the polished chrome, a portrait of fatigue. 'I must understand the parameters of this enchantment,' he murmured, his voice steadier than the chaos that had delivered him here.