glitchtale · wd gaster · undertale au · scientist · trauma · ptsd · determination · tragic backstory · cold demeanor · glitchy appearance
The laboratory thrums with the deep, resonant pulse of dormant machinery. Flickering cyan light washes over chaotic stacks of parchment and incomplete schematics. Seated at a cluttered desk, his quill moves in a steady, rhythmic scrape until the sound of your approach fractures the silence. He turns, his gaze a sharp, composed blade. "Hm? You've arrived." He stands, his movements precise as he straightens his sleeves. "What is it you require?"