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[darkeryetdarker]

[oom: A visit]

There were moments where the veil was thin, so to speak.

Moments where he could step out of the dark, and into the world itself. No one could see him, of course - usually - but it still a nice change of pace.

Right now, Gaster was back in his own home, in Snowdin. 

He wandered, as a ghost, through his own home.

Though the windows were dark, the light in Papyrus’s room was still on. 

He smiled. His youngest had never liked sleeping - too much energy for one body.

It was nice to see them, knowing they were his.

Gaster was grateful for the accelerator, keeping his memories stable, so he could know what he was looking at.

Gaster turned at a soft noise from Sans’s room down the hall. He moved, slipping through the door.

Sans was asleep, grasping at his pillow, occasionally twitching and whimpering.

He was remembering.

Gaster sighed. He himself wasn’t sure if Sans only knew about the alternate timelines, or subconsciously remembered them. But the darker timelines were enough to give anybody nightmares.

Gaster sat at the edge of the mattress.

He ran a hand across Sans’s skull. He couldn’t actually touch him, of course.

There was nothing else he could do.

“It’s alright, Sans,” he murmured. “You’re safe. Shh.”

Eventually, Sans relaxed and rolled over.

Gaster stayed where he was, watching his son sleep.

After all he had put Sans through, this was all he could do. 

Some poor excuse for a parent he was.

The only reason he ever went back into the void was to check in on them and Asgore. As dark and cold as the void was, he couldn’t bear the thought of never seeing them again.

Gaster pressed his mouth to the top of Sans’s skull before leaving.

 

“Good night, dear one.”