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[darkeryetdarker]

Gaster is sitting at a booth in the corner. He might not be visible to everyone.

However, the laptop sitting on the table in front of him is. As he rests his hand on it, its screen rapidly fills with words.


ENTRY NUMBER EIGHTEEN

I have found a place where my form and memory are relatively stable. I also have resources at my disposal for study and experimentation. I aim, if possible, to find a way to restore my form.

Then it starts getting a bit less collected.

 

Void-between time and space, scattered

Milliways - fixed time and space outside dimensions, stable.

bastion-chronal accelerator? Look into

speed up/slow down time = 

Sinric-connections=stability?

Repair soul/connections = become stable?

Sight = wavelengths of light- mirrors? 

Are some parts of me still missing? Recall them = ?

 

Comments

[herr_bookman]

There's someone who's been interested in the laptop sitting at a seemingly unoccupied booth. When the screen fills with words, the young man's eyes widen, and he approaches. "Hello? Are you a possessed computer or a ghost?"

[darkeryetdarker]

Gaster looks up. Clearly this person can't see him. He opens a second document and begins typing.

"Um...neither. I'm a skeleton. I happen to be non-corporeal, currently. I was given this laptop by Bar."

[herr_bookman]

Autor feels a little silly talking directly to the laptop, but he convinces himself that this is the only way the non-coporeal skeleton can talk to him. "Ah, I see," he says, adjusting his glasses. "Well, I'm glad that you have a way to communicate. What happened to make you non-coporeal?"

[darkeryetdarker]

Gaster feels a bit silly as well, but nevertheless continues to type.

"Long story. A temporal experiment gone wrong. Trying to see if I can correct it."

[herr_bookman]

Autor considers this. "Good luck," he says, nodding thoughtfully. "Obviously you can affect the world around you, so that's a good start."

[darkeryetdarker]

"Thank you. :) " He adds the smile, thinking of Alphys, since he knows the person can't see him smile in reality.

"Not exactly. So far, this laptop is all I can affect. That's one of the barriers I'll have to cross. Oh, I'll have to make a note of that."

Gaster adds to the first document:

Machinery-assistants? Ask Bar?

[herr_bookman]

"How did you figure out that you can affect the laptop?" Autor says, blinking at the smiley face on the screen.

[darkeryetdarker]

"I asked Bar specifically for a device I could use to communicate and access information. Most electronic devices tend to break down in my presence."

[herr_bookman]

"Good idea," Autor says, inclining his head. "Do you know why electronics react poorly to you?"

[darkeryetdarker]

"Not entirely sure. I think I'm mostly energy at this point. Possible I affect the electricity in the air."

Plus, anything that process data might have trouble reacting to someone that, technically, doesn't exist.

[herr_bookman]

"Interesting," Autor says, glancing at the laptop. "How long have you been like this?"

[darkeryetdarker]

"A long time."

Autor might not see him shiver, but a burst of static travels through the laptop, blurring the screen for an instant.

"Time worked differently where I was. I had no way to measure it."

[herr_bookman]

That's an odd effect. Autor wonders what that's about. "Where were you that you couldn't measure time?"

[buh_bye]

Something else appears nearby, something that is the physical embodiment of a natural force. He, or it, or whichever way you see him either crouches, bent double to fit inside the Bar. Feathers in the rafters, the countless eyes that fit in the darkness of its robes rolling around watching everything. One may be looking at you. Also it is sitting quietly in a chair the size of a man... and a child playing on the floor with marbles. He/it is all of these at once.

His man form looks over. A very skinny older man in a nicely tailored suit. This being is interesting.

"Hello," he/it says, the child's form standing at the table, in a dark school uniform over his skinny frame.

Meet Death.

(OOC: you can pick which version your pup sees.)

[darkeryetdarker]

Being a monster himself, it is only fitting that Gaster sees the form that is most monstrous. Though he's never seen anything quite like this one before.

"Hello," he replies, not entirely sure if this being can see him. He'll type it as well, just in case.

[buh_bye]

Several eyes swivel to look right at him, and a great feathered skull lowers to glare at him with darkened orbits.

"What are you?" it asks.

1/2

[darkeryetdarker]

Oh.

Gaster looks down at the table, giving a dry laugh.

"That's a very good question," He says.

2/2

[darkeryetdarker]

"Before, I was several things - a monster, a skeleton, a scientist, a father - now, I'm not sure if I could call myself any of those things.

If I had to choose one word...I would call myself an anomaly."

Re: 2/2

[buh_bye]

The human form smiles quietly as his skull is in a permanent grin.

"Indeed you are," says Death, " I know nothing about you. What shall I call you?"

[darkeryetdarker]

"My name is W.D. Gaster. And what about you?"

[buh_bye]

"Death," it says with eyes swiveling this way and that watching every living thing.

[darkeryetdarker]

Oh. Now that's interesting. Gaster's never been one for metaphorical concepts, but, then again, there's been several occurrences since his arrival here that he'd previously thought impossible. Meeting an anthropomorphic personification of a universal concept is another one, it seems.

And goodness knows he's seen plenty of death. The one constant in every timeline, though some more than others.

"Pleasure to meet you," he says, because what else can he say?

[buh_bye]

Death would have cocked his head if he could, but he doesn't really fit in this building.

"The pleasure is mine," says Death, "Tell me what world are you from?"

[darkeryetdarker]

Admittedly, Gaster doesn't know all that much about the worlds the other residents come from - although, in his defense, he's only been able to communicate with a handful of them.

"No one else seems to come from a world that remembers monsterkind, so I suppose that would define my world. We were sealed underground by humans."

[buh_bye]

"My world has many kinds of life," says Death, "Even that which might be known as monstrous."

The skull tilts slightly, "Though, humans haven't really been able to do too much about them, other than hunting them."