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〚 'Them.' 〛Fortunately context clues left him with enough to make the educated hunch that he meant the aforementioned human--though he could always be wrong. Still, Gaster leaves that handsy repetition to sit as a subtle jab at Bermuda's vagueness without explicit chastisement nor request for clarification.

It was debatable as to whether or not it mattered in regards to his underlying intentions, anyway. If they could have fixed things, surely, then, things would have been fixed as quickly as the opportunity allowed for it? And yet, here they were, to meet while the vagueness that were things had not been repaired, clearly.

'Debatable' was not 'definite' in either direction, at any rate. 〚 Considering the degree to which you are alone I can only assume that they are deceased and have chosen not to do anything about their fate, or they have escaped. 〛

Bermuda looks down, and lowers the stick, absently patting at the snow with it. It's a relatively pointless gesture, he's not going to slap the snow at Gaster. At least. Not right now. It's just another thing to keep his mind relatively occupied while they talk. But his eyelights stay tilted upwards, in Gaster's direction. Unwilling to let the strange lump creature out of his sight, and, of course, to see what he's trying to say.

"EVERYTHING." He responds, simply, as if the answer was obvious. Truthfully, Bermuda had lost the knack of speaking to people, and understanding that they didn't know what he knew already.

There's a pause, and a sigh, and then he lifts one hand to motion around. "THIS IS-- IT ONLY HAPPENED THIS WAY BECAUSE OF THEM."

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// Made some lineups of my calciyums and my eggs for shits and giggles 🫡

From Left to Right Null Siren (you are currently here) Sci Cult (he's also here as a Secondary Option) Crash (technically part of this blog too, but his info isn't here... oops) Reboot (same as Crash) Those four are branches from the same AU 'cluster' wherein they went wildly different ways after the laboratory incident that injured them and killed a labtech. Reboot's the only one that didn't go through that because of Crash's meddling. Somewhat similarly, Siren's CORE is the only one that gained sentience.

Bunny (found here) [✁︎✁︎✁︎] (found as request-only here) Fear (also found as request-only here)

From Left to Right Siren's Sans (you're currently here, if your character visits Gaster's origin AU) Sci Cult's Sans (same as above, if your character visits Sci Cult's AU) Those two are in the same boat as the eggs in that they're branches from the same AU 'cluster.' One had a markedly better relationship with his boss than the other. Crash and Reboot don't have calciyum :( maybe one day...

Fuse (found here) Whats (found here) 'Code' (also found here)

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Gaster, in turn, listened to Red's assessment. One turbine would not be enough to power any device that the egghead had in mind… Probably. Three had been his estimate, ergo three was the plan.

Fortunately there were a myriad of excuses to allot for more than just one.

He affected something akin to a sympathetic smile upon his face before he spoke in turn, "It is better to have more than you need than to find out later that you do not have enough. In addition, redundancy means that if one turbine fails, you will not have to concern yourself with it - and with the scarcity of and difficulty in collecting those materials they will not be the easiest things to repair should they break down. I will, however, collect what I can and leave it with you for that purpose but I cannot, as you know, make any promises as to the quality or usefulness of what I can find."

He half-turned back towards the etched schematics-of-a-sort, looking them over before once more shifting his attention back to the big guy. "I dare say to attempt multiple would also keep me in your company for longer than a single one."

It had felt like ages since Red had allowed his thoughts to travel to anything constructive, focused solely on things such as survival for far too long, and he almost felt out of sorts as he sat there watching his companion draft out the vision of what they were hoping to accomplish. It all seemed to materialize so briskly when multiple sets of hands could be utilized, something that he somehow felt a fleeting tinge of jealousy for. Regardless of how rudimentary it may have seemed when chiseled into wood like some tribal carvings, the concept of what Gaster was attempting to portray was not lost on him.

The blaster seemed to have found something to occupy itself in the meantime, nosing through upended furniture and crunching upon a table leg that he had unearthed.

Nodding along to the eggheads explanation, he took a moment to peer at the etching in consideration. "Tibia honest, I can't 'magine it would take more than one... I've been livin' all this time without 'lectricity an' it ain't like anyone else is down here who would need it." There was a bittersweet color to those words, as if the realization of his situation may have only been fully laying its weight upon his consciousness when he spoke it aloud. "Not like 'm gunna use that much."

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// He will never become relevant because no one has a reason to visit this malignant gooman's world of origin but I doodled the Royal Archivist again 🫡 one day I shall doodle his assistant who will also be just as irrelevant but I like world-building, so.

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Keeping oneself occupied with pointless solo games was one way to stave off the madness of isolation, Gaster supposed. Given how Bermuda is both cognizant and coherent and more or less rational, it even appears to have worked. Granted, he doesn't know how long the skeleton's been alone for. The effectiveness couldn't really be measured. That begged a question in and of itself, but it's not the one he's going to be asking.

After all, it's not the old scientist's main take away from anything that has just been said.

〚 Fix things? 〛That is.

... And also that tightened grip on that damnable stick. Gaster oozes back just a little, again, leaning back to proper stature, inasmuch a lump with a head has a 'proper stature.' 〚 Might I inquire as to what was broken?〛

Decidedly Bermuda doesn't bother responding to the comment about the dust and the snow. He thinks it's a slightly ridiculous comment that doesn't deserve a response anyway! He squints slightly at Gaster, however, as the monster continues signing away.

When he leans in, Bermuda's grip on his hockey stick tightens... But he doesn't swing it. Gaster is an annoyance, but at least he's someone. He's any change in the daily routine of nothingness. It's almost refreshing, if it wasn't so pointedly terrifying.

The signing ends with a question. One Bermuda often tries to avoid pondering himself. He tilts his head to the side, and then looks down at the hockey stick in his hands.

"ONE DAY, THIS WILL ALL JUST BE A DREAM. THE HUMAN WILL RESET, AND I'LL GET ANOTHER CHANCE. AND I'LL FIX THINGS." He explains, despite knowing very well he made it nigh impossible for that demon child to return with the way he tore their soul apart. "SO, I JUST... DO THINGS TO KEEP MYSELF OCCUPIED WHILE I WAIT."

Like play hockey against... No one.

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snya??

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quick blob

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Bart looked very much like he did not know how, exactly, to reply to that little tidbit of information. Just a bunch of black space? Just nothingness? And these guys came from there? More importantly, were they still aliens in that case, or or not?

Fortunately for the cat-man, he was given some time to think. Gaster, upon hearing Null say such a thing as not knowing what a planet was, could not let that stand. One could consider it one of many curses of being a scientist. A pair of hands slid into existence within the skeleton's view to sign,〚 A planet is a celestial body that more often than not orbits a star and that may or may not be able to support life. We are currently within one, underground. Provided there were not peculiar physics or space-faring vehicles involved, the place that you mentioned being able to view the stars from was also a planet - of that I am certain - albeit its surface. 〛There was a pause between that and,〚 But you are correct. A void would be considered a dimension.〛

Probably. Unless, if something lived in it, did that make it a world? That seemed more the realm of philosophy, though.

The mystified feline had finally wrangled his tongue back from some other, more idiomatic, cat. "That, er… That sucks, buddy," he said once it seemed like big tall and gloomy had finally stopped waving his hands around. "At least you aren't alone there, huh?" It was safe enough to assume--these weirdos had both popped out of the same room. As he turned to continue leading their little procession onward, he added, "Bet there's all kind of -- void monsters? -- out there."

"Oh um, hm," Null glanced at Gaster, searching for help, "I d-dunno what a planet is but um, I've heard people call it a d-dimension before I guess? I c-call it a v-void. But th-there's nothing there, actually!" He did not at all seem as distressed as he should about such a statement. In fact he was rather cheery, like he was happy to share that information with Bart since he was being so nice in sharing so much with him. "It's j-just a bunch of b-black space!"

He smiled at Bart. "I l-live there, it's why I don't know a-anything. So all of th-this is really really cool!"

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As he dropped his fingerative guns back to his sides, the one-note clap following that laugh got a look over from Bart, who was in turn rather tickled by the amusement on Null's face. Now, if only talent scouts were as easily impressed! Maybe he'd get some actual roles…!

Hopefully these aliens were invading.

"It's all good, buddy," the cat-man assured. "I bet your planet," at least he assumed they came from a different planet, "Or, uh, dimension," wasn't that also a thing? Parallel dimensions? Yeah, yeah. They were all the rage in sci-fi horror flicks and he might as well cover all his bases here, also how would a space ship be underground--god he was such an idiot sometimes-- "Has things that are just as cool." And they still had time. Surely there wouldn't be enough to fascinate the little thing for two whole hours along the path they were taking.

"Oh," they were just plants? Plants that could talk? Wow! He was learning so much today! He watched with interest as Bart came closer to the flower and leaned in close, tilting his head to the side like a curious puppy. What was he—

Then the flower spoke again and Null let out a delighted laugh, the sound bouncing off the cave walls around them. He clapped his hands together once and smiled up at Bart, thoroughly amused by what was probably, to most people, a rather mundane little joke. Of course when you've never heard or seen any before, every single one is a masterpiece.

"Th-that's amazing! I really like th-them. Thank you." He gently touched the pedals one more time and heard his thanks repeated back, which renewed his smile over again. "S-sorry, we can keep going. I don't mean to keep stopping but th-there's just so many cool th-things!"

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Can I have your discord?

Yeah yeah ♪ and for anyone else who wants it too it's,

theprivatelocalenemy

Just bear in mind I'm not very chatty / am often distracted with/by other things ✌️🤤

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Jevil boops back at him.

Since the [BOOP] ability has vanished the old man resorts to more traditional methods of retaliation.

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The Echo Flower, in true echo-fashion, repeated back the last sentence of Null's - "It's nice to m-meet you."

Bart had stopped to turn and look, frankly uncertain as to whether or not he should find those questions hilarious. They were aliens, he'd decided, so would it be culturally insensitive to bust a gut laughing at the guy?… One look at big tall and gloomy made him come to the conclusion that it'd be wise to hold it in.

The cat-man cleared his throat before explaining, "They're just plants, buddy." Which wasn't really a sufficient explanation at all, was it? "Because of some scientific stuff I've never understood they uh, record the last thing they've heard and repeat it back when touched. Like so," and he lean in towards a Flower, whispered something to it, then gave it a bap.

That flower proceeded to repeat, "Bart is the coolest and the hottest actor in the Underground!" -- to which the cat made finger guns towards said Flower.

"Hell yeah! Anyway, like I said - they're just weird li'l plants. Don't worry about 'em."

Null followed along eagerly, looking around everywhere with wide, curious eyes. Everything might look mundane to most people, but to Null it was all new and it was fascinating. He loved it all. Passing the patches of grass did give him a bit of a headache though, and he found himself rubbing his skull as it ached. Each blade of grass gave off its own life force and when combined with all the others it made a mess of stimuli that was difficult to sort though even if he focused on it.

He tried to distract himself and block out the grass by focusing on the other new things instead, like those amazing blue flowers! He'd seen one or two types of flowers before, a long time ago, but they were nothing like these. When a voice came out of one as Bart touched it Null jumped but got over his fear quickly as wonder replaced it. He crouched by the flower and very, very gently touched the tip of his finger to the edge of one of the pedals. The flowers repeated, "Buy a spider doughnut!" again and Null gasped.

"Th-this is amazing! It's s-so pretty, and it can talk! Is this a p-person?" Null blinked at the flower, looking sheepish. "Um, s-sorry, I didn't mean to touch you without a-asking. It's nice to m-meet you."

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CHARACTER INTERVIEW

▌real name: W.D. Gaster

▌single or taken: Technically single, still infatuated with his world's Sans.

▌abilities or powers: If he is unobserved he can be anywhere. The void-goo can take any shape, not that he gets creative with it. He can have up to ten hands in play before their speed and accuracy begin to diminish. Near-perfect memory retention.

▌eye color: White.

▌hair color: n/a

▌family members: Father (deceased); Mother (amalgamate)

▌pets: n/a

▌something they don’t like: That, compared to many he has met, he is rather existentially nonthreatening.

▌hobbies/activities: Cooking up new ways to make a universe non-viable; seeing how persons that catch his interest react to x or y occurrence; testing the quirks of his own non-existence; getting lost on memory lane.

▌ever hurt anyone before: Yes, both accidentally and on purpose.

▌ever killed anyone before: Yes, both accidentally (lab tech) and on purpose (human children, entire worlds worth of humans & monsters on the rare occasion he manages to successfully destroy one).

▌worst habits: Self-sabotage. Though that's also kind of a good thing?

▌role models: No.

▌sexual orientation: Minsexual.

▌thoughts on marriage/kids: General disinterest, although in offsite shenanigans he has adopted/been adopted by a Sans variant so adoption is apparently on the table.

▌fears: The destruction of his origin universe before he can find a way to return to and stay there.

▌style preferences: Black black black and some white and darker colors, comfortable and warm, occasionally oversized. Robes, long coats, formal, and fancy-wear--back when he still had the entirety of his body. Now when he takes proper shape it almost always resembles what he wore before he jumped (fur-trimmed, fluffy coat; pony boots; black trousers; scarf).

▌someone they love: Not that he's capable of feeling this particular emotion in full anymore, but his world's Sans.

▌approach to friendships: They aren't his goal and it's probably only possible if the other party does not belong to a world, but he will easily 'befriend' people with the express purpose of using it against them.

▌thoughts on pie: Neutral. He still remembers how to bake a pie. Toriel's were always better, though, allegedly, but his taste-tester (Asgore) was obviously biased ('Some things are better when done with love than science,' sentimental old goat).

▌favorite drink: Anything with caffeine.

▌favorite place to spend time at: There is currently no such place that he can access with any certainty.

▌swim in the lake or in the ocean: Lake, if he had to.

▌their type: Smol huggable skellington.

▌camping or indoors: Indoors. Laboratory settings specifically; they're cozy. Tagged by: I yoinked this off'a someone Tagging: Yoink it off'a me