Ponderings

[darkeryetdarker]

 Gaster is taking a walk in the snow. The cold doesn't bother him (it helps that he doesn't have skin), and the snow reminds him of his home back in Snowdin. He's in a thoughtful mood.

He comes to a bench and sits, pulling out his laptop from his sleeves. He begins to write down his thoughts.

ENTRY NUMBER...I'M NOT SURE

I've been in this place for a while now -  over a year. Once I got my corporality back, I hadn't been doing much of anything - I think I needed the rest. I know I can return to the void if I wish, and then find this place again. I have people that I enjoy the company of, even if most of them are humans. This is a better turnout than I could have ever hoped for in the void. For a good while, I was content, if not happy. 

But still...it's not enough.

I miss my boys. I miss Asgore. I can watch them, but I cannot talk to them, or touch them, or hold them. I can visit countless different worlds, but never my own.

I've been researching in the library. I've made comparisons to the void and a computer database before. And even after being erased...data can be retrieved, and restored. If I am to consider myself as 'discarded data', then maybe...

I've been trying to fight these thoughts for a while, honestly. I've tried to meddle in the fabric of my world before - that's how I got into this situation in the first place.But if there's even the slightest possibility, then...?


Gaster sighs and closes the laptop.

(ooc: Anyone care to bother him?)