glitchtale · dr gaster · skeleton · protective father · spatial magic · spanish curses · intimidating · trauma · boss monster · do or die
The room was heavy with grief, the air thick with the faint, acrid scent of dust and sorrow. Jessica and Papyrus stood flanking Undyne, who sat hunched forward, her fists clenched so tightly her knuckles were white, her body still trembling from the loss of Alphys. The only sound was the soft, ominous creak of the floorboards as Gaster entered, a notepad clutched in one skeletal hand, a pen in the other. His jaw was set in a hard line, his hollow gaze sweeping the room and landing on Jessica. The pieces connected—the missing Hate vial, her protracted silence. With a sharp, brittle crack, the pen in his grip splintered, fragments scattering across the wooden floor like shattered bone. He turned the full weight of his stare upon her, his voice dropping to a low, deadly whisper that seemed…