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[Relicarn]

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

Gaster felt sick. What had happened to his precious, happy son? The young skeleton he knew would have been aghast as the words spilling from his mouth.

Was this his fault too?

Was it because he vanished from the timeline? No.. no that couldn't be it, Papyrus' personality would only have gotten brighter (if that was even possible) without those first few years plaguing him.

Was it because of those first few years? Because Gaster tried to push him to violence before he saw his mistakes through his clouded mind?
Maybe it was.

But the older monster soon realized he was not the source of Papyrus' anger, but it didn't make him feel any better. It made him wish Papyrus was angry at him.
Instead, he stood dumbfounded as the younger of the two brothers snarled and hissed at the elder.

Gaster took a few shaking steps foreward, adjusting his grip on Sans so that he was held securely with one arm, extending his other towards Papyrus.
"Papyrus... My little Pappy..." He struggled to find the right words, wanting to calm his son, to see him grin and bound around with endless supplies of excited energy like he had so many years ago.
"Please... calm yourself. No one thinks you are wimpy, or dumb, or pathetic or any of those things! You are bright and caring and great."
Part of Gaster wondered if Papyrus would even be able to remember Wingdings, let alone understand it when he was quiet clearly so upset.

[puppypillar]

God of the Universes, Papyrus (joking, XD)
Papyrus growled, sending a bone out of the ground so it sliced into his father's arm. "Get away from me, old man." He snarled, stepping back. He rolled his eyes at the nickname. "Bright? Caring? REALLY? I AM CALM! I don't want to be lied to anymore! You think I'm stupid and weak! I'm smart enough to realize this." He kept his arm crossed, looking away from his father. "Seriously, stop looking at me with that horrible look. It's creepy..oh wait. That's just your face in general."

{i made 'resettale' papyrus ('god of the universes papyrus') art. it sucks btw}

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{{that looks awesome!! Aaah, there's so much art I wanna do for this I stg xD}}

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

Gaster yelped loudly as Papyrus' attack made contact with his arm, stumbling backwards in surprise and pain shot through him.
He tripped as he backpedaled, still valiantly hanging onto Sans, falling hard on his back with enough force to knock the breath from his non-existent lungs. As the scientist lay there, gasping and staring up at his youngest, he desperately tried to process what had just happened.

He had been hurt.

By an attack.

From Papyrus.

Subconsciously, he checked his HP, and was more than shocked to find a fraction of it was gone.
This scared him even more than being attacked in the first place, for a very good reason.
Gaster's HP was abnormally and unnaturally high even outside of the void, that fraction of health translated to a terrifying amount when compared to another monster's HP.
Which ment only one thing.

Papyrus wanted to harm him.

He stood slowly, shaking, body sliding in and out of solidity, placing Sans down gently behind him and clutching his injured arm with his other hand.

"I never thought that." Gaster whispered, although his subconscious cheerfully reminded him that once upon a time, he did. He ignored Papyrus' childish insults, and started moving toward him again, slowly, with careful movements.
"Please Pappy. I... I'm so thankful to finally see you again , but... you need to... to..." The scientist frowned. "You need to relax. Come on, we can talk this over, we can sort it out. No need for violence."

[planetpain]

( Honestly idk what to do )

[puppypillar]

Resettale Papyrus
what he looks like
Papyrus stomped, one of his eyes blazing with orange fire. "I SAID GET AWAY!" He shouted as loud as he could. Orange magic surrounded Gaster as he was sent flying backwards until he hit a wall. Papyrus stood, happy with himself. He didn't try to do damage. It just happened. But he needed his father for something else, so he strained his full power when he attacked this time.

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

Gaster winced as he was thrown against the wall, the wind knocked from him yet again, although he prevented his small cry of pain from escaping his throat. This attack had done significantly less damage, less than a sliver, but his vision was slightly blurred as he pulled himself to his feet, wheezing.

"Papyrus..." He tried again to appeal to his son, but as he spoke, he felt it rising up inside him, using a spark of anger like an anchor in an attempt to cement itself in his mind. He winced and mentally pushed against it. The was no way he was letting that horrific extension of his magic take control.

"Papyrus. Stand down." He said, low and commanding. Standing without a slouch, he rose half a head taller than Papyrus, and so he straightened his back, which throbbed with numb pain, staring down his son.
His eyelights sprung into orange and blue life as he raised his good arm in warning, a blue haze forming around his hand.

[puppypillar]

Resettale Papyrus
what he looks like
Papyrus's smile widened as an idea popped into his corrupted mind. "You wanna hurt me, old man? Well, if you try, little Sansy go bye bye." He said in a mocking voice. Bones surrounded Sans. If he moved more than an inch in any direction he would touch the bones and die. And Papyrus could move them closer in a mili-second.

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

If the tall skeleton was trembling before, he was shaking like a leaf in the wind now, and not just from fear.
His eyes flickered back and forth between his sons as he weighed up his near impossible choice.
The more he thought, the more that terrible thing began boiling in his soul. In his mind's eye, he could see it, the unnerving red edge to his black soul, pulsing, threatening to engulf it.

"I'd never hurt you Papyrus." He whispered in a trembling tone that made the already garbled language of his even harder to decifer. "Never again."

It raged inside him again as he lowered his arm, staring at the ground. He didn't know what to do.
In all his arrogant brilliance, the scientist had no idea how he could protect the two most precious things in existence.

A moment of weakness was all it needed to grab for control, and he let it, only bothering to keep it locked away from his magic.

When he looked up again, his eyes were black pits, no light to be found. He spoke again in a commanding tone, but it had more of a chill to it than last time.
He wasn't going to get out of this by being Wingdings Gaster, their father.

Now was the time for him to be Dr. W.D. Gaster, their creator.

With a stone cold voice and eerie clarity, he spoke up again.
"I will not hurt you. I will ask you again."
He took a deep breath as he prepared to break one of his biggest promises to himself.
"2P. Stand. Down."

He resisted the urge to hang his head in shame, to break there and then. He swore he'd never call them that. He swore it. Never again would he refer to them by their designation. He had promised himself that.

But he needed to try snap Papyrus out of it.

He was Determined to.

[puppypillar]

Resettale Papyrus
what he looks like
Papyrus stared at Gaster with wide eyes. A promise filled the empty void of Gaster memories. A promise. For a moment, he glitched, a split second being the normal Papyrus, his eyes clenched shut and crying, red scarf and white shirt. But it went back. Resettale shook his head, moving the bones closer to Sans. "Don't '2P' me, Doctor W.D." He hissed, suprisingly sounding emotional.

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

It looked like it was working. And Gaster hated it.

He hated that this is what he had to do, that this was all his stupid stupid logical mind could come up with.

But it's working.

Results are being achieved.

This method could again be used to -

Gaster shut off his thoughts quickly. Not for all the golden flower tea in the Underground would he let himself fall back into that line of thinking.

Seeing the bones creep closer to Sans, Gaster knew he had to work fast.
"2P!" He commanded, voice unwavering. "Stand down this instant or I'll..." He broke off, his determination suddenly dropping.

"I'll..."

Gone was his stoic, stoney tone. He shuddered, feeling weak. He couldn't do it. Calling Papyrus by his designation was one thing, but this? Threatening his own son? Once he'd have done it in a heart beat. Threat after threat rolling off his tongue, common as a simple sentence.

"Stand down." He repeated, voice a little less confident, a little more emotional. "Stand down."