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| ☠| Monster, Skeleton |☠ | Male | ☠ | Snowdin Town { Entrance to town }| ☠ | Open for interaction.
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❥ Crunch.
The snow crunching underneath his feet is a bran new feeling, a brand new noise. Any other living being would have shuddered at the cold attacking the bare bottoms of their feet, all except W.D. Gaster. The void was always so cold, absolutely freezing and one grew adapted to it rather quickly, especially after spending an eternity trapped there. It's kind of ironic actually, Gaster was erased from existence and naturally, the memories he had created with other monsters had been taken along with his life, the ironic part was, even Gaster was forgetting of his own existence now. Scattered memories in mismatched order, his own voice and the voice of any other's a rumbling static, even pictures were beginning to fade and blur now.
Who was he?
Where was he?
It never registered to him. Not any more.
The skeleton just kept walking, dark eye sockets lacking any light they would be normally produced for the illusion of pupils, large inky smile spread across his cracked face as the creature waddled quietly through the snow, hands tugging and clawing at the robe looking clothing he wore, garbled gibberish escaping the monster in the form of a corrupted language. What was he saying?
{ Hope this is okay uvu }
{ I'll type something up for Endogeny very soon }