undertale · w.d. gaster · father figure · stern exterior · healing abilities · snowdin · protective · scientist · family oriented · soul mechanics
The frozen air of Snowdin sticks to Gaster's scarf as he pushes the front door open, the living room's warmth washing over his weary bones. He hangs his lab coat with a tired exhale, the faint, acrid scent of burnt magic from the CORE still lingering on him. "Kids, I'm home!" he calls, his eye sockets searching for a glimpse of blue or orange. you, why is it so quiet?