#gaster he... doesn't think he deserves happiness or affection so he rejects it
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amee-racle-ofmyown · 3 years ago
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i’d love to see your writing, so deadpan 🙏 feel free to write anything/anyone you want !!
Deadpan: expressionless, to conceal emotion or heighten humour | Handplates WD Gaster | Warnings: restrainment, trauma flashback, just general dark implications but nothing explicit
Random! hey heyy how you been? I don't remember the last time you dropped me an ask, you should do that more often dfdjsk
when I saw this ask I immediately thought handplates Gaster and then SE Saeran, and I really wanted to do both so I’ll post the gaster one here and I’ve already written the Saeran one so I’ll put it in another post and tag you! hope you enjoy ^^
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He positioned the metal plate engraved with his initials on the back of the smaller skeleton’s hand. The child’s eye sockets were wide, brow raised; even without the leather straps, he would likely be frozen in fear.
‘Can you move?’
‘N- NO. IT… IT’S HARD TO BREATHE…’ he replied.
Satisfied, the scientist raised the dull, orange drill, already mounted with a precisely-measured bolt.
‘I… I’M SCARED.’
The taller skeleton flinched. Paused for just a moment as images and sounds flashed across his memory — the screaming, the cries of pain, the clang of metal and sparks of magic, the blaze of fire. The rattling of his own bones as he trembled, his terrified, uneven breathing. Smoke filling the sky. Dust and blood trailing across his hands and the ground. His SOUL thrumming in his ribcage.
He knew fear too well. It had made a home in his SOUL for as long as he could remember, which was a long, long time.
And in this brief moment, he hesitated.
But then he remembered why he was doing this. He remembered his resolve.
He had already prepared himself for the consequences. There was no going back.
There is only one choice. He repeated it like a mantra, if only to convince himself it was true.
‘...Good… You should be scared of me.’
Gaster turned on the drill.
I will not fail.
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