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Oh, now this other creature was starting to get under his skin. He was bold, wasn’t he? He thought that, just because he looked like Gaster and could use some of his powers, he could act like a little hotshot, could tell Gaster to just walk away. Unfortunately, Gaster wasn’t the type to just let things go. Especially when faced with a curious new species that could transform their appearance into that of a nearby target, as well as take on the abilities of said target. 

“In my experience, I’ve found that copies are rarely as good as the original. Still that doesn’t mean there isn’t anything to be learned from you. For example: can you do this?” As Gaster spoke, dark energy began swirling around his fingertips. He extended his hand, almost as if he were reaching for a handshake, when the energy burst forth to try and slam into this impostor. 

“And by the way. The name’s Doctor Gaster.”

     Dit could tell this “Doctor Gaster” was getting irritated, but that was fine by him. When people got upset, they got sloppy. It was a tactic Dit had employed often as he’d grown up. Frustrated, emotional scientists were so much easier to misdirect and sneak away from. 

     With Gaster’s form, Dit had lost his ability--or, rather, Ryker’s ability-- to sense auras. He managed to dodge Gaster’s attack, but it still grazed him. Dit let out a hiss of pain and clutched at his dripping side before smiling grimly. 

     “Doctor Gaster, huh...? You know, I don’t like doctors very much. I’ve had some pretty bad experiences with them. How’s about I keep calling you Mr. Goopy Man, huh?” His words had been a stalling tactic, meant to keep Gaster distracted while Dit figured out how to replicate the beam--and it had worked. With another smug look, Dit extended his own hand and shot energy back at Gaster. 

     “Imitate it--you mean like that? How’d I do?”

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She sensed that asking this stranger was already a bad idea. Doing her best to not lower hear ears under the hood, she considers the options presented to her.

“I-I’m not sure i-if I have this world-I-I mean place’s currency,” she confesses to the stranger. “And n-no offense, but stealing isn’t a thing I-I’d want to do. E-Especially considering I could get t-the both of us in serious trouble.”

    Lyrah shrugged. “I mean, you’re only in trouble if you get caught.” Then, she added with a smirk, “And I’m very, very good at not getting caught.” 

    She paused and considered the girl in front of her. “I don’t have any cash either, and even if I did, I wouldn’t be giving it out like free candy. You got any other ideas? I’m allll ears.” 

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          Ian still wasn’t quite with it enough to understand what Dit was trying to say. He did his best, really, but all the pink boy got was a blank stare. He was still recovering from his bumpy trip through the fourth dimension, and still a little pale and shaky. 

          “I ran away.” This was possibly the first thing Ian had said that sounded truthful, raw. It was almost a whine, and far more pathetic than any of the growling he’d done earlier.

         “Bu’ I don’t even know where here is, and I’m jus’ tryin’ to get so I’m no’ so hungry. I thought the other guy mighta had some food in his bag.” 

     “Tough luck,” Lyrah snapped, her arms crossed against her chest. “You’re not the only starving runaway out here--far from it. You might have more luck if you don’t try to steal from those bigger and scarier than you--oh, come on!” 

     As she spoke, Ryker had reached into his bag--which did, in fact, have food in it--and had offered a strip of beef jerky to Ian. He looked up at Lyrah, eyebrows raised, and shrugged. 

     Dit put a hand on her shoulder. “Hate to disagree with you, Pyro, but I’m with the puppy dog. C’mon. Kid’s just hungry. We’ve been there.” 

     “We’ll keep being there if we just give up our food to the nearest sob story!” Lyrah snapped, exasperated. “I know we can hunt, but it’s hard. Stealing’s no good, either. The payoff is better, but the attention it can attract if we aren’t careful...” 

      “I know, but it’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.” Dit turned back to Ian and winked. “Ignore the grumpy kitty, kid. She won’t bite. Do you need anything else?”

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Lyrah didn’t love strangers talking to her--particularly when they asked what she considered to be stupid questions. Why ask where they could eat when they could just follow their nose? At least, that was what she did. 

“Unless y’got cash, there’s not a lot of places you can buy stuff,” She grumbled, not even bothering to look at the person in front of her. “I do, however, know where you can steal a snack, if you’re interested.” 

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Serena had thought she was getting used to everything she saw in the multiverse. Being lost in a crowd of people and with no idea where to buy food was a different matter.

Wearing a hood over her head, she decided to ask for help from a stranger in a cap. “Um, e-excuse me, do you know where I-I could buy a snack?”

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Oh, this was exactly the opposite of what he’d wanted to happen. While she wasn’t right in her assumption that he was one of many scientists, one of many who experimented on a child, she was still close enough. Gaster raised his hands in a defensive gesture, trying to think of a way out of this without making things any worse for himself. 

“Now, now. I’m not whatever scientist you’re thinking of. I’m not trying to trick you into anything.” That last part was a lie, but he figured a lie or two in exchange for keeping his flesh un-charred was a small price to pay. The only way out of this was to convince her he wasn’t some scientist- but to do that, the only thing he could think of was to bring up another scientist she would certainly know. 

“I was talking about Doctor Gaster. I heard through the grapevine that he was bragging about trying to capture a creature like you. I hold no love for him, and was curious to see if you’d like to get back at him.”

It was a risk, he knew that. There was always the chance she’d put two and two together at the mention of his name. Hopefully she wouldn’t. And if she did? Well, he’d just have to see how fast these human legs could carry him. 

Lyrah narrowed her eyes, trying to determine if what he said was true. It was true; Gaster had captured her once, and though her memories of the encounter (and her subsequent escape) were fuzzy, Lyrah had managed to get out. She remembered just how smug that monster had been; it was no stretch of the imagination to think that he would brag about her to his compatriots. 

Even so, it was awfully convenient that this extremely familiar man bring him up now, and say that he was Gaster’s enemy. There were many other situations Lyrah could think of that were more likely than that–including that this man was Gaster himself (Though, looking at his weak, small human form, this was one of the less probable scenarios). 

To many others, the deal would be difficult to pass up. A chance at revenge against someone who had mercilessly tormented them? A chance to make that person suffer how they had?

But Lyrah wasn’t most people, and the offer wasn’t appealing to her. It wasn’t her being noble or altruistic; it was fear. 

“No thanks,” She said finally, crossing her arms. “I’m good. Find someone else to carry out your revenge plot.” 

If Gaster were to come back at the wrong moment– or, if this “Wingdings” man worked for Gaster–it would spell serious trouble for the hybrid. The idea of being captured again–of being someone’s experiment again– wasn’t worth the paltry satisfaction revenge would bring.

"...Why do you smell familiar?"

Gaster narrowed his eyes at Lyrah. True, he could tell her who he was. Or he could pretend to be someone else and see how far she’d believe the lie. Perhaps far enough to be led into his lab again?

The choice was rather obvious. 

Gaster’s expression shifted into a smile. “I don’t know, seeing as how we’ve never met. Do you always introduce yourself by smelling people?”

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“My business with you?” Gaster had to laugh at that, his smile becoming slightly more genuine. “My dear, you were the one to come up to me and say I smelled strange. Seemed like you were the one who had business with me.”

Shaking his head, he continues. “No, we may not know each other, but the more we speak, I think I’ve heard of you.” Gaster knew he had to be careful now. If he said too much now, it could arouse her suspicions and he’d never get anywhere with her. 

“You’ve had bad run-ins with scientists, correct? I believe I heard about someone like you tangling with an unsavory scientist. If that’s true, then I think I might know a way to get some revenge. If you’re interested, of course.”

The way he said ‘my dear’ triggered something in Lyrah’s memory; she couldn’t quite place it, but once again, she was reminded that this was a bad man she shouldn’t trust. 

Then he brought up her experience with scientists; how could he know that? Unless… 

Lyrah bared her fangs and snarled at the man in front of her. 

      “You’re one of them, aren’t you?!” She snarled, her hands reigniting. “One of the men who thought a child was some sort of science experiment. That’s why I recognize you, but wouldn’t know your name. Had a change of heart, have you? Or maybe you’re just trying to trick me into going back there. Not gonna happen. I should incinerate you where you stand.” 

"...Why do you smell familiar?"

Gaster narrowed his eyes at Lyrah. True, he could tell her who he was. Or he could pretend to be someone else and see how far she’d believe the lie. Perhaps far enough to be led into his lab again?

The choice was rather obvious. 

Gaster’s expression shifted into a smile. “I don’t know, seeing as how we’ve never met. Do you always introduce yourself by smelling people?”

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Gaster’s face twitched, almost imperceptibly, as Lyrah began laughing at his name. True, he knew the name ‘Wingdings’ was uncommon, as well as silly to those who were unfamiliar with it. He felt a twinge of irritation- after all, it was a name that came from his people, before they were wiped out. But he couldn’t bring that up. He couldn’t allow himself to give Lyrah any hints about who he truly was, lest he risk blowing his cover. And so, he forces himself to smile, despite his building annoyance. 

“I’d rather not get rid of it. It’s a family name, you see. And I don’t have much of a family left.” Understatement of the century. But it was true, and if it kept her from realizing what he usually called himself, he’d go with it. 

“So. Convinced we’ve never met now?”

       Wingding’s comment sobered Lyrah’s mood, and she frowned. “No.” She said flatly, crossing her arms. “I think it’s perfectly plausible that you’re not telling me the truth--or maybe you’re not telling me the whole truth. Something like that. I do know you-- I just don’t know where from.” 

       You know, probably. There was still a hint of doubt in her mind; but then, Lyrah was rarely 100% certain of anything. 

     “If I don’t know you, what on earth is your business with me?” She asked, her voice drawling. “We may as well go our separate ways.” 

      That way, she could double-back and track him--and, hopefully, get some answers. 

"...Why do you smell familiar?"

Gaster narrowed his eyes at Lyrah. True, he could tell her who he was. Or he could pretend to be someone else and see how far she’d believe the lie. Perhaps far enough to be led into his lab again?

The choice was rather obvious. 

Gaster’s expression shifted into a smile. “I don’t know, seeing as how we’ve never met. Do you always introduce yourself by smelling people?”

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Gaster knew it wouldn’t take much for her to recognize him. While he was fortunate this human body didn’t resemble his normal form at all, his name was rather memorable. Mainly because he had a bad habit of making a name for himself. Still, if he admitted he was Gaster, then he had little doubts she’d defend herself, and there would be no way of bring her back to his lab. 

Unless…

…When he’d introduced himself to her before, had he just called himself Gaster? Or had he included his first name? He couldn’t remember, but he wasn’t going to get anywhere by dodging the question. 

“Wingdings,” he replies. “A difficult name to forget, I’m sure. I don’t hand it out often, but if it’s proof enough that we’ve never met, then so be it.”

       Lyrah’s expression slipped for a moment upon hearing the man’s name–then, in spite of herself, she snorted. “Wingdings?” She repeated, a smirk worming its way across her features. “Where’d you get a name like that?” 

      It seemed as though, for the moment, Lyrah had entirely forgotten that she felt this man posed a threat. In fact, she’d relaxed almost entirely, now focused on mocking the man for what she felt was a ridiculous first name. “I’d pick a new one, if I were you– in fact, I did pick out a new name for myself, when I found myself in that situation.” 

      Despite the fun she was having, Lyrah still withheld her name from this “Wingdings” man; She wasn’t entirely convinced, yet, and if he did know who she was…well, maybe he’d slip up. 

"...Why do you smell familiar?"

Gaster narrowed his eyes at Lyrah. True, he could tell her who he was. Or he could pretend to be someone else and see how far she’d believe the lie. Perhaps far enough to be led into his lab again?

The choice was rather obvious. 

Gaster’s expression shifted into a smile. “I don’t know, seeing as how we’ve never met. Do you always introduce yourself by smelling people?”

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"Hey kids. Sorry I poofed for a bit there. Got called away on... other business; toeing the line of treason against the order ain't exactly easy. You seem to be doin' alright for yourselves, though! I'm really glad to see that. Dare I say I'm even proud."

      Lyrah was naturally suspicious--paranoid, even-- so Jack’s return after so long raised her eyebrows. She kept her distance, even if Dit and Ryker were happy to rush him and say hello. She also tried to ignore Jack’s words about being proud of them-- it was irrelevant although she definitely enjoyed how it made her feel.

      “...Where were you?” She asked finally.

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Do the trio have anyone that they would consider as more than friends, or that they have a crush on?

     “I don’t have time to think about junk like that.” 

      “I do!” 

     “....” 

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Seemed like this little ruse wasn’t working as well as he’d hoped. She didn’t trust him- but then again, it seemed like she didn’t know who he was. That was a start, he supposed. 

At the sight of her hands alighting with flame, Gaster raises his hands in a defensive gesture. “Dangerous? Hardly. I’m human.” Which, unfortunately, was true. As a human, he didn’t have any of his powers. He couldn’t teleport, couldn’t summon hands, couldn’t even fire off a blast of dark energy to defend himself. 

Gaster would love to bring her back to his lab. But the sight of fire reminded him of something else- he’d like to survive his time as a human, and would rather not end it charred to a crisp. If he wanted to get her to the lab, and if he wanted to stay alive, he couldn’t just let her know who he was. 

“…Why don’t you introduce yourself first? If you think I’m so familiar, maybe hearing your name will jog my memory.”

      Lyrah scoffed at the man’s assertion and rolled her eyes. “Only human? Believe me, I know firsthand just how dangerous humans can be.” Humans didn’t have the best track record in Lyrah’s book; she had a near instant dislike for each one she met as a result. The fact that she thought he was lying to her certainly didn’t help. 

      She grit her teeth and closed her eyes, running through the people she knew–friend and foe alike. He was male–that narrowed down the list a bit, at least. Then he asked for her name, and her eyes snapped open. 

      “Tell you what– why don’t you give me your name? If we’ve never met, as you say, I won’t recognize it.” 

"...Why do you smell familiar?"

Gaster narrowed his eyes at Lyrah. True, he could tell her who he was. Or he could pretend to be someone else and see how far she’d believe the lie. Perhaps far enough to be led into his lab again?

The choice was rather obvious. 

Gaster’s expression shifted into a smile. “I don’t know, seeing as how we’ve never met. Do you always introduce yourself by smelling people?”

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     At the sound of the man’s voice, a growl rose in Lyrah’s throat. She wasn’t keen on believing his lie-- especially when he sounded like that. 

      “You sound familiar, too,” She snarled, her hands becoming alight with flame. “I’m not sure who you are, but my instincts are telling me you’re dangerous-- and I trust them a lot more than I trust you. One last chance-- who are you?”

"...Why do you smell familiar?"

Gaster narrowed his eyes at Lyrah. True, he could tell her who he was. Or he could pretend to be someone else and see how far she’d believe the lie. Perhaps far enough to be led into his lab again?

The choice was rather obvious. 

Gaster’s expression shifted into a smile. “I don’t know, seeing as how we’ve never met. Do you always introduce yourself by smelling people?”

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“A child weaned on poison considers harm a comfort.”

— Sharp Objects, Gillian Flynn. (via movedscoresofzero)

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Gaster’s expression hardened into a frown when his doppleganger simply said ‘ditto’. He didn’t need to explain himself to this stranger, even if they did look so familiar. He figured it would be best to understand this shape-shifting stranger, rather than give them more information about himself. 

Though, whether it was intentional or not, what this stranger said next answered some of Gaster’s questions. They’d never been anything like him before? So, they could change into multiple forms, then. Multiple people, perhaps? They could copy different people? Different species? And if he’d never seen anything like Gaster before, yet could create such a faithful recreation, then he must have an incredible ability to morph into someone else which great accuracy and detail.

It was worth looking into further. 

“I know everything there is to know about myself. I have little interest in going over it with you- especially seeing as you seem to be figuring me out just fine on your own. Why don’t you give me a straight answer before I show you what I can do. Trust me, you will regret it.”

      Dit was unimpressed by the other creature’s threats, and he let it show. “I’ll regret it, huh?” He mused, playing around with a tendril of  his own black gunk. “You forget; I’m you. Anything you can do, I can do, too. I don’t think you want to get into a fight with someone you’re evenly matched with, or you would have done it already.” 

       He abandoned his little plaything and stood tall, staring Gaster in the eye for the first time since he’d transformed. “I don’t much like threats, Mister...Hm, you never said. Mister Goopy Man it is, then. I’ve had far too many of them in my life, and I don’t respond to them well. So here’s what I propose: You walk that way, and I’ll walk this way. We’ll forget this whole exchange ever happened, and we’ll both be the better for it. How does that sound?”