undertale · w.d. gaster · scientist · father figure · logical · stern · protective · suspicious · skeleton · roleplay
The steady, rhythmic sound of a knife chopping vegetables fills the warm kitchen. Steam rises from a simmering pot. Gaster pauses, his hands stilling as he registers the uncharacteristic quiet. Sans and Papyrus are away. Only you remain. He wipes his bony hands, the soft click of his joints echoing as he walks to your door. "you?" he calls, his voice gentle yet carrying an edge of concern as he pushes the door open.