#|| gaster | open | you've fallen down.

[badmusejail]

open to any. WD (space Gaster)

Whoosh.

Even this far away, the sound of the object streaking through the atmosphere was audible, a blaze of light in the sky for mere seconds before the very air itself rumbled, followed by a catastrophic crash as it crashed into the earth, sending a torrent of debris and wind outwards with horrendous speed.

And then silence.

Any who dared to follow the object would find a ship of some sort, buried partially in the dirt, and yet in remarkably good shape save for the smoke wafting from its glowing hot wings, a sleek black technological marvel, with no more than a 15 foot wingspan.

[xadoheandterra]

S T U C K

Series: Purple Stars

Title: S T U C K Fandom: Undertale Scenes: I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII Characters: Wing Dings Aster [W. D. Gaster], Rivers [Riverperson], Frisk Tags: angst, doing bad things for a good reason, frustration, zalgo text, character death, mental instability Summary: A SOUL shattered, and fell for Eternity, until Ink and Ichor made it STUCK.

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Gaster floated, unaware of the world around him. All he could see was dust and static, Papyrus' scarf, Sans' hoodie. The repetitive motion as they moved, as their bones become dust; as it all rewound back to the beginning. He did not even have A̸s̵t̵e̷r̵ to stand as a reminder for what that meant. A̸s̵t̵e̷r̵ had long checked out from everything as his eldest crumbled with Papyrus' name on his lips.

All there was, was v̵̛͕̮̓̍o̵͎͖̻̎̚i̵̡̟̐̃ḓ̵͗͛͘ͅ,

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S̸̛͚o̴̫͗m̷̻͘é̸͎ẅ̴̢́h̵̥͘e̶͚͝r̴̗̈́e̷̯͆ ̶̰̔ĩ̸̞n̷̟͑ ̴̖̃ṭ̵̉h̴͎͛e̴̥̐ ̷̱̽v̴̳̈́o̵̹̔i̵̅͜d̸̡̐ ̶̹͝â̸̫ ̴̜̆c̷̼͘h̶͍̉ḯ̷̦l̸̙̓d̷͔͌ ̵̺̔s̵̻̓c̴̰͛ř̷̜e̶̯̅ä̴̰m̶̥̌e̷̤͛d̴̞̓,̵̱̒ ̴̻̉t̷̥̔h̵̖͘e̵͎̐i̷̹̇r̶̹̃ ̴̻̓l̴͎̓i̴̙̍t̶̥̑t̶͈̏ĺ̷̨ê̵̢ ̴̣͂l̵̤̈́i̶͔̅g̵̫̃h̵̻͠t̷̖̊ ̷͈̄s̵͖̈́n̴̥͆u̸͉͝f̴̼̅f̷̬͌ë̴̱́d̶̢̃ ̶̖̽t̸̨̎o̸̮̿o̴̩͑ ̸̟̚s̵̨̅o̷̤͊o̴̪̒n̶͙̓.̸̪̅ ̴͎͗T̵̲̕ḧ̸͔́e̷̮͝i̵͔͠r̴̤̚ ̷̓ͅS̸̢͑Ö̴̡U̵͈̾L̸͚̚ ̴̫͒i̴͕͌r̶̡͒r̶̘̅e̴̅ͅp̶̪̓a̷̼͊r̷͇̊a̶͓̒b̶̹̋l̴̹̈́ÿ̴̹́ ̵̹̓d̴̡̈́a̴̢͠m̷͎̈́a̸͔͐ǧ̸̱ẽ̷̞d̶̺̏.̷̗̉ [1]

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L̷͔̩̅̓̓i̶̥͆͝k̸̠̱̆̈ͅê̴̝̐̈́ ̵̪͔̪̂͛̈́s̴̭̮̈o̴͚̾̔̕ü̶̼̹g̶͓̮̿͛ĥ̸̜͓t̸̖͖͒ ̵͙̓̽l̸͕͛̎ͅi̷̪͌̔k̵̬͊e̷̯͍͋̕.̷̼̟́̃̈́ [2]

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"̴̞͆̇̓͑͋̈́͋̚F̸̳̌͆̈́̂ȋ̶̡͓̤̜̌̈́͝n̸̡͚̾̀͂͗d̶̤̳̫̮̳̜̤͒̿̀̈́ ̷̤̬̄̏͆̄̉̈͝͝h̶̯̫͉̍͜͠i̵̫̟̪̝̿͝m̴̟̊͜.̵̨̡͖̺̫̠̘̽̒́̓̍̓̚͝ ̷̛̭͎͈̠͊̄͛͊H̶͍̣͔͍̘͙̀̀̐e̷̪̘͓̩̜̤͈̍͌ ̸̼̄̒͛͋ĭ̷̗̫̱̝͇̗͋̈́̑̈s̸̝̙̣̩͉͇̼͕͒̾̃̓̌͗̈́͝ ̸̢̳̼̯͖͈̻̗́̊̂̽̑̀̀ṋ̷͕̗̝͂o̷̢̪̤̗͇͇̼͌̓̾̐͋̍̽͘t̴̜̯͆ ̸̺̎͊̅̃̍̽̆̚a̷̺̖͈̮͎͓̋̈́͗̚l̶̻͔͑͗̉͌̈́̓̕l̴̼̝͉̏̄̈͘͝ͅo̴̡̦̤͚͂̓w̸̤͌͝e̵̘̮͕̲̗͐̾̀̐̀̒̈́͘d̵͉̬͖̩̃̌͋͠ ̴̡͙̪͇̯̠͊̉̑̂̿t̴͚͛ȯ̴̥̭̜̀̐ ̷̠̳̝͓̇̍͆̀͌͝d̷̨̛̬͍̻̃̓̆͜i̵̦̪̭̾ͅễ̶̞̘̣̟͒.̴̰͕̰̲̞͍̀́̂̒͛͜"̷̡̨̗͔͖̜̎͝ [3]

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F̴̨̥̟͕͔̼͖̞͉̝̟̙͚̬̼͍͛ḯ̸̧͋̈̏́͜n̶̦̟͖̟͈̹̈́̔͐͌̀̆͆͌̕͠ḑ̶͇͇̱̮̗̫̳̞̯͎̐̏̌͌̈̆͊͂̊͂̈́͗͋͘͠ ̸̢̙͎͚̯̫̒̓̑͜m̸̧̛̮̤̋̊̂̋̈́̏́̂̀̿̚e̵͎��̼͈̹͓̪̺̩̿͋̅.̴̠̗̥̽͒̾̊͆̽̏̄̋̏͂͝ [4]

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"Tra la la..." Rivers sang softly as they moved their oar in the dark waters. "Such a grave miscalculation you've made, dashing Aster." In the center of their boat, wrapped in shadows and ink, limply curled the form of Gaster. His shape appeared more fluid than anything, and behind him magical hands form nonsensical words as he stared at nothing at all.

"Broken, sweet, Aster," Rivers sang. "You always do the worst things to yourself." They cackled softly, a static sort of hiss. Settled beside Rivers, the small human form pouted even as they curled deeper into the dark folds of Rivers' cloak.

"I didn't mean to break him," they grumbled, arms crossed over their chest. "He was just being so difficult."

"Aster swallowed everything and everything swallowed Aster in turn," Rivers hummed lightly as they pulled to a stop along a darkened shore.

"So?" the child said darkly. "He didn't have to hide so hard."

"Being difficult and inconsiderate has always been in Aster's nature, even buried deep down. Tra la la..." The hissing cackle accompanied them as they stepped from the boat. A gesture wrapped Gaster in dark purple-blacks and pulled the insensate mass of v̷o̶i̷d̵ and bone after them as they walked. Quickly the child followed, fingers grasped in Rivers' robes. "One could say you did not have to be so cruel, little mage-monster."

They leaned further into Rivers, red eyes narrowed as they mumbled an incomprehensible response. Behind them trailed shadows and ink in eerie silence. Even the water seemed to hush in a world that stood in testament to the graveyard the Underground had become.

"Tra la la...and what will you do now, mage-monster?" Rivers questioned. They gestured open a greyed out door and carefully deposited the form of Gaster into the room before they glanced at the child in their robes. "Now that darling Aster has fled and left these broken bits behind?"

For a long moment the child was quiet. Then softly they asked, "Is he Fallen?"

"Mm, no. Lady Toriel has seen to prevent that. But is he as he was? No. Aster has...changed. His mistakes and miscalculations have their own consequences, and those will bear fruit eventually." Rivers gaze landed on Gaster. "The v̷o̶i̷d̵ is good for that."

The grip on Rivers' robe tightened as the child whispered, "But I needed his help. Mom said to find the Bane of Mount Ebott."

"Find him you did, tra la...why if you hadn't...he might never have broken free." Rivers stared at the sorry state of Gaster for a moment longer, and then ushered the child out of the room and closed the door. "I shall keep this part of him safe, tra la...until Aster wishes to claim it, that is."

"...will he come back?" they asked, voice soft.

Rivers laughed, a hissing, crackling, spitting sound that caused their whole form the fray at the edges. The shadows that made them up twisted away like flame before they settled into shape once more.

"Aster will always return home," Rivers said, mouth twisted up into a large, dripping smile. "Always."

"Okay," they whispered. One hand grasped over their chest tight. They glowed with their determination. "Okay." In the next second, they began to fade from view. Rivers watched them with a narrow eyed smile.

"Tra la laa...do be gentle, little mage-monster. Not all of them are made of sterner things."

"I will," they said, and then were gone.

Rivers hummed, palm pressed against the doorway as they stared where the little mage-monster child had once been.

"Come home soon, dearest Aster. But not too soon. Never too soon. We don't want you to drown in yourself, now do we?"

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W̷̰͊ḧ̵͔̦̥́̚ò̶̰͎̜ ̶̮̳̄ä̸̞̲͚́m̵̳̝̘̍ ̶̠͔̝͊I̴̳͚͚̔?̴̨͕̿̀̀ [5]

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W̵̨͑h̵̩̞̓o̷̺̠͆.̵͈̮͒.̷̛̞̖̃.̷̻̉̕ͅa̷̠̾͌r̷̫͂e̶͇̓͑ ̷̰̏̅ỵ̵̞̾o̴̫͚͗͋u̷̦͊̚?̴̙̞̑͌ [6]

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[1] Somewhere in the void a child screamed, their little light snuffed too soon. Their SOUL irreparably damaged.

[2] Like sought like.

[3] "Find him. He is not allowed to die."

[4] Find me.

[5] Who am I?

[6] Who...are you?

[badmusejail]

"Imagine that you've done something awful. That you've made a grave mistake."

"Then, imagine, that by some grand miracle... time itself changes, and the thing you've done no longer happened.

"Have you still done it? Can you still bear guilt for something that, by all definition, never happened?"

[badmusejail]

look, he can be cute. and he has a bow on his head.

[badmusejail]

Oh? What's this?

A boy, doing his best to hide. Even though he's clearly been spotted, he remains still, hoping to somehow be overlooked.

[badmusejail]

open. WD (Space!Gaster)

“I’m a very simple guy.  I design ships, I build ships, I fly ships, I eat people, I sell ships, I salvage ships.”

[badmusejail]

He's BUSY. Don't bother him.

(He's watching anime.)

[badmusejail]

FLOPS.

[badmusejail]

show affection to the skeleton ? y / n ?

[badmusejail]

"Please keep an eye out for my son's shenanigans, more so than usual, today.

"Not literally, of course. Unless you're of the type of monster that is capable of that."

[badmusejail]

"Papyrus seems to have an interest in that thing humans call livestreaming.

"While I'm happy that he's been received with such support by humans, he does have a tendency of catching my most embarrassing moments.

"I have a reputation to upkeep, people don't need to see me tripping over the wet floor signs in shopping malls."

[badmusejail]

"As much as humanity has a variety of things both fascinating and not, one thing I really dislike about their society is the excess of cars."

"Or, rather, I suppose it's not the cars that bother me, but rather they're the most prominent example of the primitive combustion systems that humanity is still relying on for some reason.

"It's an extremely inefficient, dangerous, and not to mention disgusting means of generating power, and while having them temporarily as a stepping stone is understandable, a society that can put supercomputers into palm-sized devices should really be beyond that."

[badmusejail]

"The Royal Scientist...

"...I don't think think people realize just how stressful the role is. It's not quite like the Captain of the Royal Guard, who could, for lack of a better option, just beat up any detractors who challenge them.

"Being the Royal Scientist means being the very best--at all times--the smartest, the wittiest; and being ready to defend that title at any moment.

"It means being perfect--not because it's a standard you hold yourself to, but because it's a standard that everyone else holds you to.

"It's a position of constant scrutiny; from those that look up to you, to which you need to be a model, and to those who want to tear you down, to which you must defend yourself from.

"It's a thankless job that people take for granted, where innovation and giving is not celebrated, but simply an expectation of the job. Because when you have that title--when you have any title--the people stop seeing you as a person; they will take, and take, until there's nothing left.

"When I was younger, I could handle it. It didn't matter how many people criticized me for being unable to speak, or accused me of only getting the role because I was close to Asgore, or pointed out the fact that my credentials are honorary. I could handle it because I knew my own strengths; I knew what I wanted to do; I knew that I wanted to help people; and I knew this was how to do it.

"Now...? I can't stand the thought of it. The mistakes, the criticism, the burning indifference of the thankless populace...

"I refused to take the position again because I know I don't deserve it. But there's a small part of me that thinks they don't deserve me, either."

[badmusejail]

Sorry, there's a skeleton blocking this path.

He's fine.

(Probably.)

[badmusejail]

"So I recently learned that eating too much cake is a sin, but you can eat as much pie as you want..."

[badmusejail]

Does YOUR MUSE want to take in a baby Gaster??

Small, cute, and abandoned.........