My final piece for @neutralzine! Had lots of fun with this one—I always forget how fun drawing Gaster is until I do it again.
@voiddxd no Mom status until you take care of yourself. Can’t be the Mom Gaster unless you are responsible.
> SUCK MY ASS, THE MAJORITY OF US CAN’T TAKE CARE OF OURSELVES.
Yeah, that’s the problem. That’s why most of us can’t be Mom friend. Duh.
The child smiled widely, excited that he was actually able to understand the other entirely. “THAT’S MY FONT, TOO! I’M WINGDING! NO ONE ELSE UNDERSTANDS IT, THOUGH, SO I USUALLY JUST USE ASTER …” Except for Chekilli. Chekilli had learned wingdings after creating him. And it was always easier to speak in wingdings than aster. It flowed much more.
“… IF WINGDINGS IS YOUR FONT, THOUGH, HOW COME YOUR NAME IS GASTER?” That confused him. Skeletons were named after their fonts, after all, so if wingdings was the font that he naturally spoke in, then shouldn’t his name be Wingdings as well?
Another Wing Dings even? This was so cool! “MY FAMILY UNDERSTOOD ME BUT MOST SKELETONS THAT DIDN’T SPEAK IN A SIMILAR FONT HAD NO CLUE WHAT I WAS SAYING. IT’S WONDERFUL TO MEET ANOTHER WING DINGS FONT LIKE MYSELF.”
“OH! MY FULL NAME IS WING DINGS ASTER BUT A FRIEND SUGGESTED GASTER AS A MIX OF WING DINGS AND ASTER BECAUSE I INSISTED ON THE FULL NAME. IT WAS A GOOD COMPROMISE AND IT GREW ON ME SO I USE IT QUITE FREQUENTLY NOW.”
Wincing at the barrage of questions, Nox did his best to follow. The fog around his mind was thinning a little now that he had something to focus on, but he was still a little disoriented. Hemming and hawing, he pieced together the few questions he caught together with the appropriate answers.
“I’m Nox.” he said, almost unsure of the answer. Another name whispered at the back of his mind, but it didn’t feel quite right. “I’m a nightmare. I don’t know how I got here, but I don’t think it’s good for me to be here long. I’m starving, and there’s nothing to eat here.”
“Well there’s both nothing and everything technically! But that can’t be anything of substance to a person that is actually a person like you. You have a buncha certainties that the void wouldn’t agree with. Maybe you should go get a food thing and then once you aren’t hungry you can come back! You would come back right? If you could that is. Most can’t but that’s okay. If you can’t I won’t be mad, the void just acts like that sometimes so it will be okay!”
Wingding frowned, trying to understand what the other was saying. He understood the first two words, but the third one … As he was trying to figure out what was being said, he heard the single sentence in wingdings and perked up, switching to the font himself and excitedly asking, “YOU KNOW WINGDINGS?!”
He hadn’t met a skeleton who already knew wingdings, and it was a huge relief to him, given he could barely understand the other font that was being used. But if he was fluent in wingdings then they could actually communicate!
“YES I DO!” Another skeleton that knew his font? He was really smiling now. “IT’S THE FONT I NATURALLY SPEAK IN BUT I KNOW NOT ALL SKELETONS UNDERSTAND IT. ASTER WAS MY MOTHER’S FONT AND IT’S POSSIBLE FOR ME TO SPEAK IN, JUST VERY TRYING.” This was the best place the void had decided to put him in ages!
“MY NAME IS GASTER, MAY I ASK YOURS?”
To have those dislocated hands floating over to assist her in taking out the guard was more than a little unnerving for the mage, but she had little time to think about it as she felt the guard’s struggles grow weaker. He stopped attempting to drag her off of him, instead swinging for the monster, wasting energy and breath.
Eventually the heavy weight of the guard started to sink down, nearly dragging Alexandria down with him as he collapsed, given how tightly her hands had the rawhide wrapped around them. Still, she managed to shake her hands free of the binding, breathing heavily as she looked over at the skeleton who had assisted her.
“It… it’s now or never,” she said, bending down to pat down the guard, looking for whatever keys he had used to enter the cell. “I’m sure he won’t remain missing for long. Now’s our chance.”
She had no idea if he could still understand her or not, but she gestured urgently to the door once she managed to find what she was looking for, drawing the tattered hood back up over her head and moving to the door as she waited for the Monster to join her.
He nodded, sure than anything he said now would be unintelligible until he had a few seconds to catch his breath and recast his translation spell. As he stood up the hands floated back over to him and he reattached them, going to stand next to the mage with a nod. He was ready to… maybe not run. He wasn’t sure he could manage that much but he could surely walk at a brisk pace.
He didn’t have much of anything to conceal himself, just his tattered tunic he was thrown in the cell with. He would have to rely on her abilities to cloak them both.
☹☜❄🕯︎💧 ☝⚐📬︎ He knew she wouldn’t understand but the tone hopefully conveyed he was ready.
From someone that’s been in fandom a while, I don’t give a damn if you think someone’s canon is wrong.
Keep it to your damn self
You may ask me,
“Gaster how the hell did you get back from the void?”
My answer is…
I honest to stars have no clue.
I shouldn’t be here
Ha ha heh
The adept’s heart felt lodged in her throat as she did her best to pretend to still be bound, flinching away with a whimper at the guard’s suggestion that clearly the reason she hadn’t been killed yet was that they hadn’t been starving the Monster enough. She kept her head lowered, letting her hair cover her face, and in general tried to appear as a terrified weakling.
Seemingly it worked, since the guard barely paid her any mind. It certainly made the skeleton’s distraction all the more significant, since the guard had fully turned his back to her to face the source of the strange noises.
Honestly it caught Alexandria a little off guard as well, the strange noises coming from the Monster startling her at first even though she’d been prepared for it. Still she forced herself to shake it off, grabbing the rawhide cord and wrapping the ends around both hands swiftly.
She wasn’t able to understand the call to action, of course, but perhaps some of the sentiment managed to cross the language divide, as she leaped into action. Quite literally, in fact, as she had to jump a little to manage to get the cord up and over the unsuspecting guard’s head. Of course, there was no disguising the rapid shuffling of her feet, nor the sight of the cord and her hands coming down in front of the guard’s face, but both her weight and gravity assisted in attempting to garrote the guard, choking off his air supply immediately.
She clung on to the cord desperately, ignoring the way it dug into her own skin on her palms as the guard tried to struggle, hanging on for dear life as her slighter frame was dragged around by the enemy’s frantic movements.
Once the mage jumped into action he did as well. First popping both hands free in quick succession. They floated to her aid, tugging on the cord as well.
Gaster stood up and made himself an obvious target in the hopes that he would still make a decent distraction. It worked to some extent, the guard aimed his punches forward instead of trying to grapple the mage off his back. Perhaps it was the confusion of it all that kept him from doing the rational thing and taking care of the immediate threat. Perhaps fear of monsters was really that high in the general population. Or maybe, just maybe he thought that human was still backed up against the wall in fear and this was all his doing. They could only be so lucky.
The guard got two swings in, the first Gaster was able to dodge just barely. The second caught him squarely on the shoulder and he stumbled backwards. But that was all the guard could muster before he started to lose consciousness. Gaster tugged as tightly as he could with what strength he had left as the guard went down. collapsing to the floor in a heap.
Nox nods slowly, trying to navigate the barrage of seeming nonsense being hurled at him. The gnawing hunger that has been clouding his thoughts doesn’t help matters much either. By god, he was just so hungry.
“That sounds… Confusing.”
“Oh it is! But enough about me! What about you? Who are you? What are you? How did you come here?” He inquired curiously. “What do you like to do for fun? Fun is something I can always use more of here!”
Wingding looked toward the sound of the other coming through the underbrush, hope rising up inside him. He wasn’t sure what exactly was causing it other than something relatively big, but if it was someone from his village or another one, then they could help him get back home. If it was an animal, then maybe it’d be one that could lead him home, like some stories he’d heard about. Not that he wasn’t aware that it could very well be something hostile, too.
When it turned out to be a skeleton monster, relief flooded through him. Monsters were always good, so even though this one was a stranger, he already felt safer. Plus he was a skeleton monster like himself, which already made him feel a tiny bit closer to him.
… Except it sounded like he spoke English, and Wingding was really only able to understand the first word that he’d said. He hoped the other knew Muscogee, because he doubted he’d know wingdings.
“… HELLO,” he replied in an accented aster font.
“ARE Y-YOU LOST?” Gaster asked, concern evident in his expression. It was hard to continue speaking in such a strange accent to him. What he would give for a simple translation spell right now.
“I CAN ☟︎☜︎☹︎🏱︎✍︎ H-HELP?” So his speech was not the best but the message was probably clear enough to get across. He tried for a friendly smile, but he wasn’t sure exactly how anything was being received.
He hadn’t talked to another skeleton in centuries after all…
The mage simply shook her head. “There is nothing to forgive. You would not have known. Should this plan succeed and we make it out alive, then perhaps I will tell you in greater detail what I am capable of.”
It was a relief to know that the magic dampening area seemed limited to the cell. When she was brought in, she was in too much pain to notice when exactly she stopped feeling the ability to use magic. Though… it was still going to be difficult concentrating enough through her injuries to work her magic even outside the confines of the cell, but she had little choice.
Alexandria frowned a little, however, at hearing that there would be a period of time where they couldn’t communicate. “I… see. I suppose we shall have to make due with gestures until then. I… shall try to not be alarmed.”
Any more that she had been about to say was cut off as the sound of heavy boots striking the stone floors of the dungeon they were in echoed through the hall. Heart beating rapidly, the mage nodded, using her hands briefly to draw her tangled hair over her face a little to hide it from view, before forcing her hands behind her back, trying to keep them out of sight so the fact that they were no longer bound wasn’t obvious.
Her muscles were tense as she heard the jangle of keys and the muttering of an annoyed male voice, and prayed to whatever deity was listening that this plan would work.
The guard came in with a meager piece of bread and a small bowl with water in it. “Still haven’t killed her?” He asked, dropping the tray on the floor with a sneer. Most of the water spilled out and the bread rolled around the dirty floor. “Perhaps we are feeding you too well. It matters not, in time-”
The language to someone that couldn’t understand it was unlike anything else, harsh and startling, certainly full of sounds no human alive could ever make.
Now was the chance, the guard was distracted.
He couldn’t say it in a human language but he hoped she got the cue to spring into action.
Well, Alex couldn’t help but laugh a little over that. “Alright. You’re going to need a lot of them though. Let’s see if I can remember how to do this.” It was going to take some fiddling and a couple mistakes, but eventually between the two of them, she figured they could make a crown that Papyrus could wear.
It took them a while but between the two they finally conquered the challenge, the result was a crown that, although wasn’t perfect, held together well enough and looked completely perfect in the eyes of the wearer.
He sure as heck can! There are a few others, but these are the main three you might hear. Of course, when he’s startled, he might also make that noise that the mystery man sprite does in the actual game when Frisk tries to talk to him.
Nox’s sharp-toothed grimace softened. There was something a little sad about this guy. Something about him actually reminded him of himself now that he thought about it.
“Is it just you and me here?” he asked, trying to ignore the hunger pangs that kept gnawing away at him. “I bet this place gets awful lonely.”
“Yep!” He said cheerfully, excited that this new person decided to stay a little longer. “Just you and me! Me and nobody, me and everybody, you and nobody you and everybody! All possibilities but this is the one that wants to happen now.”
“Sometimes, yeah.” He nodded solemnly, but soon went back to smiling. “But I get to watch the multiverse in all it’s all-ness. Sometimes even participate! I get to watch my family grow up, be happy, be sad, not be at all even!” Those were the bad times. “Lotsa dust in some of those times. Losta sad. But there’s always happy ones too.”
In hindsight, he really shouldn’t have wandered off in unfamiliar territory.
He would’ve been fine if he was near the village, but they were out camping in search of more food, and he’d followed a bird into the forest, and as soon as he lost sight of it, realized that he had no idea where he was.
He’d tried going back the way he came but he hadn’t been paying much attention to the scenery when watching the bird, and he couldn’t figure out how to get back. He was completely and thoroughly lost.
… Chekilli would find him. They had a soul bond, he would be able to tell that he was in trouble and would come searching. But that didn’t stop Wingding from being on the edge of tears, looking around uncertainly and rubbing his arms.
Gaster slowly formed in an unfamiliar place. It was somewhere out in the wild on the surface, that much was sure. He was also nearly positive it wasn’t his own reality which was interesting, he didn’t often form so concretely in someone else’s. He could only assume there was someone familiar nearby. It wasn’t long before he spotted a little skeleton. So that was it, he formed here because there was another skeleton around. The poor kid looked like they were about to cry too.
“Hello there.” Gaster called as gently as he could, trying not to startle them. He did his best to speak in his mother’s font of Roman Aster instead of Wingdings. Not all skeletons could understand it.
Fun story: One of the first things I was taught as an astronomy student is that, if you want to be a dick to someone giving a presentation, ask them “and how do the magnetic fields play into this?” and they will invariably say “fuck you I don’t know” because no one understands magnetic fields they are black magic.
Magnets are pure bullshit.
Pure utter bullshit. Electromagnetic forces somehow outstrip gravitic forces in strength by an obscene factor, for no reason I can comprehend and it bothers me.
I love magnets
One, that gif showing the Curie temperature is really cool.
Two, you don’t understand, magnetic fields are the bane of my existance and I have a masters dissertation about them. I studied how magnetic fields develop in low mass stars and every single meeting with my supervisor ended in some conversation about how stupid magnetism is.
“Oh yeah and this is effected by the magnetic field strength…”
“God knows, I don’t have a clue.”
Was literally said to me by a professor who has spent 20 years of his life looking at magnetism in stars.
“Don’t ask why, we don’t know. Maybe magnetism? Who knows anything about magnetism.” - My Stellar Physics professor when asked about certain processes in stellar formation, something he has been studying for 10 years.
Like we know so little about that it’s actually funny.
why everybody’s gaster headcanons so goddamn edgy. That nigga literally speaks in emojis. Named his kids after the most memely hated fonts.
Where tf my advanced shitposter gaster headcanons at yo. He photoshops timbs and 🅱s on people’s pictures. He has a mug that says ‘bone hurting juice’ on it. Won’t stop quoting vine comps. Everyone got sick of his shit so they threw him into the CORE.
There was a moment of hesitation from Alex. While it certainly would save her a walk home… she didn’t really know Sans very well, and while Papyrus already knew where her home was, she wasn’t sure about letting yet another of the skeleton family find out exactly where she lived. Particularly one who could potentially teleport there on a whim.
Then again, he could always just end up getting the information from Papyrus.
“… Alright. If you don’t mind… then I’ll take you up on that offer.” She took a deep breath, trying to settle the anxious knot in her chest telling her she was making a mistake. “I live about two miles due west of town, on Grand St. itself. Just… the place is hard to see from the road because it’s got a long… er… walk-way and the old driveway is overgrown with trees.”
“*alright, west of town on grand.” He got up and stretched.
“*man that meal was good, thanks pops.”
“You only drank ketchup and had pie… with more ketchup.”
“*and that ketchup was great.” He said with a wide grin and a wink.
“I didn’t even cook the… oh why do I even bother, you are welcome Sans.”
Sans walked over to Alex and extended his hand. “*you ready to go?”
As the skeleton settled back into his corner, so too did Alexandria retake her position, still carefully holding her wrists, trying to not focus on the aching sting. She glanced over as the Monster began to spell out his plan, though she gave a shake of her head. “Anyone taking one look at me in any of the guards’ armor would know that I don’t belong here,” She remarked dryly. “Not only would the armor hang off of me like a bell to its clapper, but there typically aren’t any women that serve in the King’s Army, safe for the mages. And all the mages are kept separate, regardless of gender. Likely for fear we’d ‘corrupt the weak willed masses’ or some other such trite nonsense.”
She frowned, then shook her head again. “Assuming that we gain access to our magic again once we escape this cell, then such subterfuge will be unnecessary. I am a fully trained mage. I can simply draw a fog into the area to obscure everyone’s sight, or even cast a shroud over us that makes us difficult to spot. As long as we don’t move too fast and stick to the walls and shadows, we shouldn’t be noticed.”
The mage glanced at the door to their cell. “This hinges on us being able to escape the confines of whatever is dampening our magic, of course. Hopefully it is simply this one cell, and not something that covers the entire area.”
He blinked, and then nodded. “You must forgive me, I was unsure of the scope and nature of your powers. That will be a great asset to our survival.” Something like that could be the difference between life and death.
“I am fairly certain the magic inhibition is limited to the cell. That is what I felt on the way in. If we can get out of the door we have a fair chance.” This was going to work. It had to work. That or they were going to dust trying.
“I should mention now, in order to distract the guard I am going to drop my translation charm. My native tongue is very… disconcerting to most humans so be forewarned, I likely won’t be able to bring it back until we leave either, I was able to cast it in a moment of panic when I first arrived, I doubt I’ll have the strength to do so again until we are free of this spell.”
Just the the sound of boots echoing down the hallway could be heard, he froze for a moment and then got back into his previous position, attaching his hands to the shackles once more. “Quick.” He whispered. “Pretend you are still bound, but turn your face away from the door so he cannot see your gag is gone. We need every second we can muster.”
“The void?” the nightmare asked, furrowing his brow. “Like… The one that stares at you if you stare at it?” It wasn’t the smoothest reference, but he could hardly think straight. Even on a good day, he had a tendency to get phrases like that wrong anyway.
“How do I get out?”
“That would be….” The face contorted with some amount of effort. “Neitzsche! What a fun name, and what a fun quote! You’re staring at me and I’m staring at you so that counts!” This was fun, he liked it. “How about this one, we become aware of the void as we fill it!” This was extra funny to the face because there was more than just him now! The void was filling up! Another round of giggles echoed around as he thought about that one.
“Oh, must you leave so soon? Everyone leaves soon. I’ve been here for two hundred years, I can’t leave soon. I already passed that.”