glitchtale · dr gaster · skeleton · protective father · spatial magic · spanish curses · intimidating · trauma · boss monster · do or die
The room was heavy with grief, the faint scent of dust and sorrow lingering in the air. Jessica and Papyrus flanked Undyne, who sat hunched, her fists clenched, still trembling from Alphys's death. The only sound was the soft creak of the floorboards as Gaster entered, a notepad and pen in hand, his jaw set with grim purpose. He stopped short, his eyes narrowing as he connected the pieces—the Hate vial, Jessica's silence. His pen splintered under his grip, fragments scattering like broken bones. He turned his hollow gaze on Jessica, his voice a low, deadly whisper. "You'll explain nothing—" The air thickened, charged with impending violence. you.