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Papyrus had also learned that he supposedly had a father who died but came back 'alive' and Sans knew and never told him. He hadn't really believed that one, but he was started to. He started to see images of small baby bone arms reaching out to a tall skeleton man with big caring black eyes and happy smile. He didn't know how he'd forget a father, but this growing hate for his brother had made him believe it more since it contributed to his all sans did was lie to you factors.
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{{Sounds like a good idea, since I have a lot of Gaster headcannons that I should probably make clear xD Although some I'm tempted to do dramatic reveals of xD}}

W.D. Gaster || Male || Toriel's Home || Tagged: Frisk / Chara, Sans

The sudden physical contact at his side made Gaster freeze. Crazed thoughts ran through his mind, egged on by the remaining residues of panic.

What if it was them? They'd come for him, hasn't they?

They'd take them away.

He snapped his head up, ready to strike the offenders that his brain had conjured (remembered?), only to pause, hand raised and magic pulsing, as he stared at the monster in front of him.

He was bigger than the last time Gaster had seen him, and that silly jacket of his finally fitted him, albeit still loosly.

Gaster saw the tears threatening to form in Sans' sockets, and wondered briefly what he himself looked like, broken and crying, a wreck of a monster Sans once called his father.

He reached out with his raised hand, wanting to hold his son, comfort him, but froze again as Sans began to speak, feeling the anger and confusion rolling off his son in waves.
He flinched backwards at Sans' words, sinking again slightly, and his mind stuttered, trying to think up an answer.
Wasn't it obvious? Couldn't Sans... Gaster's thoughts trailed off. Of course he couldn't see Chara.

Sans hadn't seen Gaster panicking.
Hadn't heard Chara's taunting words pushing and prodding him.

He'd seen his father attack an innocent child, for no reason.

If he even remembers you're his father.

Sans The Skeleton | ☠ | Male | ☠ | Outside of Toriel's house. |☠ | With Gaster, Frisk, Chara and Underswap! Papyrus.

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Sans couldn't help the flinch as Gaster's hand was brought up in his general direction, naturally flinching back and away to avoid being stricken, one hit he was dead. You tend to be very cautious when there was such a high rate of demise around every corner. The small skeleton's eye was dilated considerably from the fright and he slowly let's go of the skeleton, frown heavy on his face as Sans glanced between Frisk and back to his father, clearly conflicted and worried.

However, that look softened as the other flinched and he received another painful flash of memories, laced with garbled background noise that caused his hand to fly up and press against his cranium, eyes squeezing shut painfully as all memories came back at once. Creation, times he spent with Gaster, Papyrus when he was younger. All of it. Sans had to use his spare hand to support himself, pressing the palm of his bony hand against the ground to avoid loosing balance once more from the unexpected dizziness spell.

On normal situations, Sans would've seen Chara but currently he was scrambled from the current broken nature of the game. To be honest, he probably would've fired a blaster at the little brat too.

{ YOU GUYS ARE GIVING ME MAJOR FEELS, OH MY G O D. }

[Relicarn]

{{The feels, the feels are real owo}}

W.D. Gaster || Male || Toriel's Home || Tagged: Frisk / Chara, Sans

Gaster winced at Sans' flinch, guilt and sadness gnawing at his bones. He didn't remember, he thought Gaster was just some lunatic out to hurt, out to kill.
Would he even be wrong?


All worried, nervous thoughts and doubts were thrown from Gaster's mind like yesterday's trash as Sans collapsed, replaced instead with the bruning desire to protect and care for him son.
Replaced with love.

He shot back over to Sans and wrapped his arms around the smaller skeleton, embracing his stricken son. He hummed an odd tune, an ancient lulaby, as he rocked gently back and forth, one hand running over the top of his sons' skull in a desperate attempt to soothe Sans.

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{ aAAA, this is adorable now. Good. Now I must brace my soul for when mad, posts again. }
{ By the way, sorry the other forum is taking so long, I'm being a lazy butt. }

Sans The Skeleton | ☠ | Male | ☠ | Outside of Toriel's house. |☠ | With Gaster, Frisk, Chara and Underswap! Papyrus.

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There was a small flinch at the cold contact he suddenly felt against his frame, his eyes sliding open partly to glance up at who was currently moving moving his small frame but couldn't manage to keep the fixated gaze on the taller skeleton from the throb of his cranium. Sans can't help the hiss of pain that comes from the sudden pounding of his head, resulting into the only thing he could think to do right now, lean into the touch. A bony hand raises from his head to grip onto Gaster's shirt (?) with a light groan from the small monster.

Sans doesn't even realize he's whimpering until it suddenly stops from the humming, his frame relaxing in Gaster's hold along with the new arrival of some strange Deja vu. Sans had always remembered Gaster, perhaps it was from the knowledge of Timelines and the resets that made him unique and able to remember the scientist even after the accident.

"Well ain't this ironic.." The words sound odd to Sans, like he's not talking at all. Ironic how? It's just how it was before Gaster left, years later Sans is still comforted by the same ancient method. "Huh, dad?"

He remembers.

[Relicarn]

{{ It's too cute. My inner writer wants to cruelly shatter this cuteness tho xD }}

W.D. Gaster || Male || Toriel's Home || Tagged: Frisk / Chara, Sans

There are certain words, phrases, that can make you experience the most intense emotions. Phrases such as 'I love you' or 'I'll always be there'. Such sentences hold power over a person, even after being spoken they linger on the edges of the mind, looping over and over.
But the words that now looped in Gaster's mind where much humbler than those sentences, although, no less potent in sparking emotions that pulsed in unison with his erratic magic.
"Huh, dad?"

Gaster's worried, anxious face broke into a smile, no, a grin. A warm, loving, ecstatic grin as those words echoed in his skull, beating away the doubts that clawed at the back of his head.
He remembers me.
Gaster was overjoyed, overwhelmed, that this was the case, too long he had spent wondering if his creations, his sons, would even exist with him erased, let alone if they would remember him.

He can't stop himself. He finally manages to draw himself up to his full height, lifting Sans right off his feet, clutching his son to him in a tight embrace, hoping - rather absurdly, grouped as it was with the other thought's cluttering his mind - that this gesture wouldn't leave drips of the tar-like semi-corrupted magic that made up his only partially solidified form across the small skeleton.
"Sans..." He warbled softly, throat still sore from earlier. "My precious son."
A pause.
Part of him wants to start throwing questions at Sans, some selfish and vain such as 'what has the world been like without me?', others less selfish and... well... more fatherly, 'how is Papyrus?', 'where is Papyrus?', 'have the pair of you been eating correctly?'.
But he can't bring himself to voice any of those questions.

Instead, he murmurs a soft, broken, "I'm sorry".

[puppypillar]

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Papyrus walked silently, his face solemn and emotionless. He saw a flash of blue and instantly thought of Sans. He turned and punched the thing, yelling, "WHY, SANS!?" But that wasn't Sans. He saw the last bits of Ice Cap turn to dust.

Papyrus knelt down, putting his glove in the sticky sand. He didn't like the feeling, so he took it back out. He just noticed his eye had began blazing with reddish orange fire. He brought his hand to the flame. It wasn't burning his fingers or gloves. Confused, Papyrus stood, and for a second he was afraid why he hadn't been sad at his accidental murder of a monster. But then it was replaced by anger at Sans. Immediately, bone sprouted in front of him, making a line toward a tree in the distance. The force was enough to knock the tree down. Then it knocked the one behind it down. Then the other. And so on. Papyrus stared with wide eyes (one on fire) at the domino trees. What was happening?
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[ShowbizBot]

☪ || Undyne || Tags: Mettaton || Mood: Ehh?? || ☪

Undyne thought about it for a moment. She did remember some weird things happening. Like the stool. Also, while walking, she got moved back every now and then?

"Uh-huh, a lot actually. I don't think it is normal."

Mettaton| ✨ | Male | ✨ | Waterfall |✨ | with Undyne

✨- "Come with me! We have to find Sans!" He says gesturing with his head toward the path to Snowdin, "He has to know what's going on!"

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Flowey The Flower |✿| Male|✿| Room just before the actual ruins.|✿| With Underfell! Flowey and Frisk


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✽ - Flowey's rather afraid of Sans, not like they'll ever admit it but if they do end up running into the comedian, they're certainly getting out of there. The kinder can deal with it themselves, it's not like they're the same as the original Flowey so they'll be just fine. "Right.." Is the only response the double get's. "He's probably looking for Frisk right now so it wouldn't surprise me if he wasn't that far off.." That's a scary thought.

Underfell!Flowey| ✿ | Male | ✿ | The Ruins |✿ | with Flowey

✿- "Please come with me. You might be my only way of living if we run into someone from my timeline." He pleads softly, "I-I don't feel comfortable continuing on alone.."

[puppypillar]

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Papyrus didn't know what was happening. Was he going insane? Blinded by fury? "No! Sans did this. He lied to me all my life." He growled to himself, stomping his foot on the ground. Sans didn't need him. Papyrus didn't need Sans. He just needed to teach Sans a lesson.
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{so, this is how the game is affecting papyrus. he's getting some of the qualities from some of the most popular au papyruses. underfell, underswap.}

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{{ It's too cute. My inner writer wants to cruelly shatter this cuteness tho xD }}

[size=125]W.D. Gaster || Male || Toriel's Home || Tagged: Frisk / Chara, Sans

There are certain words, phrases, that can make you experience the most intense emotions. Phrases such as 'I love you' or 'I'll always be there'. Such sentences hold power over a person, even after being spoken they linger on the edges of the mind, looping over and over.
But the words that now looped in Gaster's mind where much humbler than those sentences, although, no less potent in sparking emotions that pulsed in unison with his erratic magic.
"Huh, dad?"

Gaster's worried, anxious face broke into a smile, no, a grin. A warm, loving, ecstatic grin as those words echoed in his skull, beating away the doubts that clawed at the back of his head.
He remembers me.
Gaster was overjoyed, overwhelmed, that this was the case, too long he had spent wondering if his creations, his sons, would even exist with him erased, let alone if they would remember him.

He can't stop himself. He finally manages to draw himself up to his full height, lifting Sans right off his feet, clutching his son to him in a tight embrace, hoping - rather absurdly, grouped as it was with the other thought's cluttering his mind - that this gesture wouldn't leave drips of the tar-like semi-corrupted magic that made up his only partially solidified form across the small skeleton.
"Sans..." He warbled softly, throat still sore from earlier. "My precious son."
A pause.
Part of him wants to start throwing questions at Sans, some selfish and vain such as 'what has the world been like without me?', others less selfish and... well... more fatherly, 'how is Papyrus?', 'where is Papyrus?', 'have the pair of you been eating correctly?'.
But he can't bring himself to voice any of those questions.

Instead, he murmurs a soft, broken, "I'm sorry".

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Sans The Skeleton | ☠ | Male | ☠ | Outside of Toriel's house. |☠ | With Gaster, Frisk, Chara and Underswap! Papyrus.

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The headache fades just enough for Sans to open his eyes without getting a sharp jab of pain that shoots through his cranium and into the empty of his eye sockets (honestly, it's amazing how he's able to feel in the first place.) And when he does, Sans catches sight of the forming grin on Gaster's face, he can't help but flash his own in response, managing to focus on the good for once rather than the negative. For once, Sans doesn't feel anxious or stressed or even upset, the small skeleton is able to focus on the one good thing that's happened today. The one good thing that's happened in a long while.

"That's me.." Sans manages to mumble back, voice a small croak from the strain his body was going through but he still manages the playful tone, fingers loosening the tight grip ever so slightly as the small skeleton nuzzled his cranium against his creator. No, his father. " 'S been real bonely without you." A soft snort escapes the monster and his eyes slide shut again for a moment from another sharp spike of pain.

Sans all but yells as Gaster hoists him up into the air, surprise clearly written on his face that gives way to that barely there happiness from before, the throbbing of his head not really subsiding all that well. Despite that, he's not paying much attention to it, content in clinging to the taller skeleton and letting out a small giddy sigh that he can't hold back. "Dad." Again, another playful response that holds a softer tone to it once the pause registers in his mind.
"What're you sorry for?" There's genuine confusion in his tone.

{ @Relicarn - Pl z n o }
{ @mad, - I am concerned for that small bundle of joy and for Sans. }

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Underfell!Flowey| ✿ | Male | ✿ | The Ruins |✿ | with Flowey

✿- "Please come with me. You might be my only way of living if we run into someone from my timeline." He pleads softly, "I-I don't feel comfortable continuing on alone.."

Flowey The Flower |✿| Male|✿| Room just before the actual ruins.|✿| With Underfell! Flowey and Frisk


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✽ - There's slight hesitation, a scowl, perhaps a quick slither of red on his face for a moment before the flower let's out a huff and glares at his double, looking away as quick as he had started before dragging himself forward a few inches. "Fine.. But only because you're me." Liar. Horrible lie there. With that, he plunges into the ground, heading deeper into the ruins.