The silence that fell before them after that last question…. The air it brought… It was so thick it could be sliced with a knife. He hesitated. Gaster hesitated at the question… But he had just told him he would answer any of his questions, right? He had to do it. He had to. It was a topic he always avoided, but… If it was going to help another Gaster from ending up in this forsaken place… It would be worth it.
“Yes.” The words finally came. His voice was shaking, and it only escaped him after a break. He had to keep his composure.
“I-I…” he continued, having to clear his throat to be able to get his next words out. “I am ashamed to admit that I more than deserved what happened to me.”
“Doctor Gaster, many of us have done things… horrible things. While I do see the error of my ways now, and I do believe my punishment was more than deserved… I did things back then that led me here…” He paused, trying to gather his thoughts. This time, however… He could not bring himself to face the mirror.
“In my pursuit of taking back the freedom of monsters, and to make life better for all of them… I began to research ways to make monsters stronger. If we were as strong as humans, if we had the determination that humans did… Our dream of escaping the prison we were all enslaved into, and taking back our lives from he hands of humans would be fulfilled. I…” He stammered again, his eyes now cast down, and the glow of his pupils fading into complete darkness.
“I-I….I tried to make things better for everyone. I tried to make monsterkind strong and powerful so we could… we could take back our home… I wanted my sons to see the outside world, I wanted… I wanted our freedom. For my lover, the King, my friends, my sons… “ He couldn’t handle it. At the thought of all of this, his voice began to break. His breathing became labored, and black, inky tears began to flow from his eyes.
“I did terrible things, Doctor Gaster. I thought what I was doing was good, but I only made everyone suffer. I became… a monster. I hurt them all, I hurt… M-My sons, I…”
“I just wanted to save Sans’ life. He was dying, and he was weak… A human got him. A human that fell down to the underground almost killed my baby…I just wanted to save him, but I… What I made him and many other fallen monsters go through was monstrous, and in return I…” He paused, placing a hand over his face.
“I-I’m sorry..” He cut himself off before he could finish. He tried to even out his breathing, but it was too much. “After all these years… the memories of this still haunt me. Forgive me…” He sighed, trying to get back on topic.
“I… I was…. I was thrown inside the Core. I was out of control, I was out of line, and I had caused too much pain to those I loved..” He spoke softer now as he tried to keep himself steady.
“Doctor Gaster… I don’t know what you have done with your own time as the Royal Scientist. I don’t know what you have done in your own timeline, or what your future may hold, but I… I know many of us made different mistakes. Whatever it is… that your next experiments will be… You need to know. You need to know that this is a fate that has befallen upon many of us, and that can come for any of us at any second.”
“Whatever it is you do, Gaster…”
“You must not commit the terrible sins that we have. You must keep your soul in the right place, and you must promise… That you will be different than us. That you will do the right thing…”
What could he say to that? He couldn’t argue. Every word the mirror said was dripping with heart-wrenching truth. There was nothing fake about the anguish in his eyes.
Gaster had to swallow the emotion threatening to break in his own throat. How could he refuse this poor man’s request? He would have to be completely soulless to turn this broken heart away.
“I… pro-”
The thing in his lab.
“…!”
It wasn’t too late. The project could still be halted. It was a long way from reaching a completed state; it couldn’t possibly be put to use yet.
And if this was the future it would create… then…
“I promise.”
Gaster felt his breath leave him. He straightened his back, as though a great weight had been lifted from it, and as he inhaled he felt the air fill every part of his lungs.
Ah, yes. He had been waiting for this. For something to stop him.
It hurt to admit it. He felt his stomach twist painfully at the very thought of stopping. I am the Royal Scientist. This is my duty. They are depending on me. I must save them. I must. I must.
His was the greatest mind in all of the Underground. But not even he could predict an ending like the one the mirror had shown him. What use were his efforts if they would only make everything worse?
Was he trying to fix something that wasn’t broken? Or, perhaps, it wasn’t his to fix.
He shook his head to stop his thoughts from spinning. He could pick them up again later. The broken heart was waiting patiently for him to speak.
“If… If it is of any comfort to you, I…”
“I treasure my sons. More than anything in this world. I will never hurt them.”
It felt a little strange, comforting a monster with his name and face, another him, another Gaster. Still, he saw no reason why that should stop him. Alphys was forever telling him to take better care of himself. This was kind of the same thing.
“Look, if this is too painful for you to talk about, we can change the topic.”
A Jack of all trades~!! Hehe can you see all of Jacks personalities?
Inside is @therealjacksepticeye , anti, Marvin the Magnificent, JackaboyMan, Dr Schneeplestein, and the new nameless character which I like to call Dapper Jack~~
(If you want to suggest ideas for fanfics/stories, just like @fandomtastic023did, about anything from Youtubers to musicals to…well anything really, write me an ask here: https://alone-with-demons.tumblr.com/ask ! You can also just ask me questions there if you wish!)
After the fun I had writing Pink Prank, I just knew I had to write another pranking story, and thankfully I got a suggestion to do just that!
This story is significantly shorter than my other ones, as I just kinda felt a shorter story would work better with this idea than a really long one. Plus, I just felt then ending is good enough as it is and if I continued it any longer it wouldn’t be as good.
Also, this story includes an idea I love to imagine where all the egos live in one house (somehow…) and get up to all kinds of tricks and mishaps together.
Regardless, I hope you enjoy the story!
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Antiseptieye strolled into the living-room of the ego’s apartment and was met with the back of Darkiplier. He opened his mouth to say hello but stopped when he saw a post-it note stuck to Dark’s back. Squinting, Anti read that the note had “kick me” written in sharpie on it. This made Anti smile, his head glitching to the side as he did so.
Moving silently to avoid Dark seeing him, Anti reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife. Why kick, Anti thought as he flipped the knife over in his hand so he could hold it comfortably, When you can stab?
Obviously, Dark wouldn’t be killed by the stab, but Anti still wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to stick a knife into someone. As Anti got closer, Dark suddenly turned, forcing Anti to glitch away behind the sofa. Dark looked behind him for a second, certain he heard something, but eventually just assumed he was hearing things and turned back around, deciding to watch the TV instead. Once he was sure it was safe, Anti glitched back to where he was and, abandoning all attempts to be quiet, lunged at Dark and dug the knife into his back.
Except, the knife didn’t enter Dark.
Instead, Anti watched in confusion as the blade of the knife bent, bouncing off instead of sinking into the flesh. Dark turned and was met with Anti. “What the fuck are you doing?” He asked, his face showing the same confusion as Anti’s. Anti responded by silently trying to stab Dark again, once again watching the blade of the knife bend and not pierce the figure in front of him. “W-why…?” Was all Anti could say. He could’ve sworn this knife was his usual one. Why wasn’t it working? “What…?” Was all Dark could mutter, snatching the knife off Anti and examining it himself, “Why were you trying to stab me with a rubber knife?!” “I…it wasn’t…” Anti stammered, truly lost for words, “There’s a sign on your back that says “kick me” and I thought…um…” “A what?” Dark asked, confused. He then started trying to reach behind him and find what Anti was talking about. After watching him walk round in circles, reaching behind him and trying to find the note for a moment, Anti grabbed the note and handed it to him, his face blank. “Oh…thanks…” Dark muttered, straightening his suit and taking the note, “I’ve never felt so humiliated in my life…” he muttered. “Neither, to be honest,” Anti agreed, looking down sheepishly at his ‘knife’. “Wait a minute…” Dark muttered, squinting at the note, “This looks like Mark’s handwriting…” Anti peeked over Dark’s shoulder so he could see the note for himself. “Hey…yeah, that does!” He said. “Mark you son of a bitch…” Dark muttered.
“Shit! We’ve been found out!” a voice rang out from the door.
Suddenly, Mark and Jack ran out from behind the door, sprinting through the room with massive grins on their faces. As they dove through the door on the other side of the room into the corridor, Dark caught a glimpse of a black marker gripped in Mark’s hand. Anti’s eyes widened when he saw his actual metal knife gripped in Jack’s. “Mark Fischbach!” Dark yelled, storming after them as ran away, laughing maniacally. “I’m going to fucking kill you, Jack!” Anti shouted, running after them.
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