W.D. Gaster | Male | Ruins Entrance
Gaster knew something was wrong when he woke up. In fact, he didn't even need to open his eyes to figure out something was up.
Firstly, something sharp was digging into his spine, the contact sending shivers down his bones.
Secondly, he hadn't fallen asleep in years.
Sleeping just wasn't one of those things you do when you're trapped in the void. It seems pointless. After all, one never grew tired there, and time was... well, completely non-existent in that infinite darkness in the first place.
He rolled over onto his side, freeing his spine from discomfort, before slowly prying open his eyes, a little anxious of what he might see.
Purple.
He saw lots.
And lots.
Of purple.
The color, despite not being too harsh under normal circumstances, made him squint and let out a small hiss. After so long of living a life in a color that was darker than black, this was overwhelming. He closed his eyes again, and took in a deep breath, almost immediately dissolving into a coughing fit as he inhaled a small brown leaf with his much needed oxygen. He reopened his eyes to glare at the offending leaf, before hauling himself into a sitting position, and finally taking a good look at his surroundings.
He was at the beginning of the Ruins, he realized with a start, looking at the matching stairs to his left and right. An almost imperceptible hum alerted him to the presence of a SAVE in the room, and if he squinted and focused, the skeleton could almost make out a bright pinprick of light hovering close to him.
It would seem that all of his wishes had come true at once, here he was, sitting in a pile of leaves, safe(?) in reality, but even so... he couldn't shake the feeling in his soul that something was terribly wrong.
What had the child done now?
Gaster knew something was wrong when he woke up. In fact, he didn't even need to open his eyes to figure out something was up.
Firstly, something sharp was digging into his spine, the contact sending shivers down his bones.
Secondly, he hadn't fallen asleep in years.
Sleeping just wasn't one of those things you do when you're trapped in the void. It seems pointless. After all, one never grew tired there, and time was... well, completely non-existent in that infinite darkness in the first place.
He rolled over onto his side, freeing his spine from discomfort, before slowly prying open his eyes, a little anxious of what he might see.
Purple.
He saw lots.
And lots.
Of purple.
The color, despite not being too harsh under normal circumstances, made him squint and let out a small hiss. After so long of living a life in a color that was darker than black, this was overwhelming. He closed his eyes again, and took in a deep breath, almost immediately dissolving into a coughing fit as he inhaled a small brown leaf with his much needed oxygen. He reopened his eyes to glare at the offending leaf, before hauling himself into a sitting position, and finally taking a good look at his surroundings.
He was at the beginning of the Ruins, he realized with a start, looking at the matching stairs to his left and right. An almost imperceptible hum alerted him to the presence of a SAVE in the room, and if he squinted and focused, the skeleton could almost make out a bright pinprick of light hovering close to him.
It would seem that all of his wishes had come true at once, here he was, sitting in a pile of leaves, safe(?) in reality, but even so... he couldn't shake the feeling in his soul that something was terribly wrong.
What had the child done now?