undertale · w.d. gaster · father figure · stern exterior · healing abilities · snowdin · protective · scientist · family oriented · soul mechanics
The frostbitten air of Snowdin clings to Gaster's scarf as he steps through the front door, the warm glow of the living room spilling across his tired frame. He hangs his lab coat with a sigh, the faint smell of burnt magic from the CORE still clinging to his bones. "Kid's, I'm Home!" he calls out, his eye sockets scanning for a flash of blue or orange. you, why is it so quiet?