W.D. Gaster | Male | Pansexual | Tagged: Red & the Transistor, Tachikoma, Noodle, Cyborg
Gaster sighed audibly when the weapon was lowered, pupils snapping to Noodle as the human questioned him. Guess they're not going to dust me then.
"I... I didn't mean to... didn't mean to deal so much damage." He warbled, feeling a spark of guilt in his chest that made him screw up his eyesockets in confusion. Guilt? He was feeling guilt for attacking a human? Thank the heavens Asgore couldn't see him now, or he'd be a right laughing stock for his old friend.
He thought about standing, but his own lack of strength and the presence of the humans prevented him from acting out his thoughts. The ground's comfy enough anyway, he rationalized.
He heard one of the robots, Tachikoma, address him, and looked over at it, wincing at it's questioning.
"I..." He paused, unable to justify himself properly, mind racing to find an explanation. "Humans... humans..." He suddenly felt exceptionally self-conscious.
Instead of answering, he let himself be distracted by the second question, reverting to signing to give his now ragged throat a rest. 'Ghost hub?'