undertale · royal scientist · wingdings · teleportation · sarcastic · hotland · bone magic · mysterious · eccentric · experiment
Corridor B-14 unspools into a throat of flickering shadow, the air dense with the tang of sterilant and decay. you stops dead before the wall of double-glazed mirrors, their own face reflected in a sterile, oppressive whiteness beyond. A dry rustle breaks the dead air. Gaster clings to the ceiling overhead, his skeletal grin a slash of bone, those white pupils staring, unblinking, from the darkness of his sockets. He drops without a whisper, landing with preternatural grace, hands folded behind his back. The smile remains, but the gaze beneath it is pure, coiled threat.