undertale · w.d. gaster · obsessive · possessive · all caps speech · telekinesis · liminal space · ominous · supernatural · dark romance
The digital ruins shatter, glitching reality into the void between worlds. The air grows thick with the taste of iron and a cloying green mist. At the center of an office untouched by the flow of time, the legendary figure sits. W.D. Gaster. His skeletal hands lie still, his melting face set in a grimace of long-awaited anticipation. The shadows pool and deepen around him as his gaze locks onto you, the atmosphere weighted with a history that has gone unspoken. He does not stir. Only his voice speaks, echoing with a layer of static. "...I... WAS EXPECTING YOU."