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northwind4 · 5 years ago

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Dearest WingDings（12）

*It's a story about HandPlates! Gaster and Wing! Gaster

*I’ll appreciate it very much if you point out the mistakes I made in the translation, all kinds of help are welcomed!

*previous & next

*Handplates by @zarla-s

Wing!Gaster by me

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Chapter12

“No no no no NOT YET !”

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Wing snapped his fingers, lighting up a small magic lamp in the dark room.

“Nightmares again?”He reached out and wiped the eyes of the skeleton who just woke up.

“The past?”He asked again.

Gaster avoided his hand.

G: The future.

W: That’s not true, nightmares are all fake.

G: ...

G: Or predictions.

He wrapped himself in the quilt and turned over, but couldn’t stop the all-pervasive black fluid.

W: Don’t be so pessimistic.

W: At least we can do something to prevent it from happening.

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Gaster was silent for a long time, and Wing wondered if he was asleep.

G: What do you think...

G: ...no.

G: They will never forgive me.

G: That’s what kind of person I am...that’s what I deserve.

These words seemed to exhaust all his strength.

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Wing put his arms around Gaster, he felt the trembling bones.

W: The only thing I can say is

W: Action can defeat fear.

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Two days later, as Wing was going to walk through the wall again, Gaster stopped him.

He seemed to have very important things to say.

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W: WOW

W: So you are going to formally introduce me to the outside world

G: Correct.

G: After the remaining punctures in Sans and Papyrus’ hands heal, I will take them out too.

W: Sounds great. Glad to see you make this decision.

W: Do you have any special requirements for me_(:з」∠)_

G: ...just be yourself.

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Wing watched his liquid body carefully.

G: What are you doing?

W: Picking clothes

W: What should I wear to pay the formal visit to the king?

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Asgore gave Wing a big hug after listening to the explanations of the two Gasters.

Asgore: So to speak

Asgore: We now have one more talented scientist!

Asgore: Welcome you on behalf of this world! Another WingDings!

This was an overly hug, which made Wing do his best to maintain his form, making sure that he would not melt suddenly and scare the fluffy nice king.

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W: Glad to meet you, Dr. Alphys.

Alphys: I, uh, uh

Alphys: Hello...hello, another...Dr. Gaster?

Alphys: Uh, I wanna ask, that

Alphys: In another world, I, uh, how...?

W: Sorry Doctor Alphys, I hadn’t meet the Alphys in my world before I fell into the core

W: But I’m sure she must shine like a star like you.

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G: I didn’t know you are so skilled at sweet talk

W: I didn’t know you didn’t know so since I talk to you everyday

W: Isn’s it a common skill of Gasters heheheh

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Wing wondered whether it was his illusion, he felt that Alphy looked a little strange when she looked at them.

Until one day he found some PWP written by anonymity.

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A few days later, the appearance of the little skeletons made Asgore feel that the entire underground world was lighted up. The king held the children with great care.

Asgore: What a beautiful little miracle

Asgore: Oh my god WingDings

Asgore: Why didn’t you tell us earlier?

He almost cried.

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W: All developments are better than expected, right?

G: ...

G: It was really beyond my expectations.

W: Emmmm...me too.

They thought that Asgore would ask the origin of the two little skeletons for details, but he just looked at them with gratifying.

They didn’t even expect that Sans would say nothing about what Gaster had done in past.

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Wing walked into the hall full of golden flowers.

W: Good afternoon, Your Majesty.

Asgore sat at the tea table, the easy-going leader poured two cups of golden flower tea.

Asgore: Just sit down

Asgore: How’s the life in this world?

W: Great. Thank you for your concern.

Asgore: Actually...I don’t have very big reasons to meet you alone.

Asgore: Just regard it as the satisfaction of my old curiosity.

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W: My pleasure.

W: Besides, you are not old, Your Majesty.

Asgore smiled.

Asgore: Well, let’s come straight to the point.

Asgore: In your world

Asgore: Did everything happen like here?

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Wing certainly knew what the king meant.

W: I’m sorry to say, Yes it did.

W: This happened in almost every world.

W: There could be some differences—sometimes The Queen was on the throne, and you went to the ruins—but the general direction of the story was mostly the same.

W: Forgive me, but it’s like...some kind of rules that had been arranged.

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Asgore sighed.

Asgore: Did you see the ends of them?

Asgore: You know, after absorbing 7 human souls, this will definitely be a war without winners.

Asgore: Honestly I don’t want to hurt anyone

Asgore: I just...I want to see my wife and children again.

He covered his face.

Asgore: Please tell me...tell me if there is a way.

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W: ...

W: I have seen it.

W: The barrier is gone, no one sacrificed, including you.

W: The underground even get a new friend.

Asgore: Well you don’t have to lie to take care of my emotions...

Asgore: ...

Asgore: Is this true?

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Asgore: So how can we make it?

W: The only thing I can say is...

W: Stay determined, Your Majesty.

W: And never give up hope.

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The tea got short toward the end and Asgore filled the cups again.

Asgore: One more thing

Asgore: About...WingDings—yes, the Gaster in this world.

Asgore: Toriel and I brought him back from the battlefield, and he was like a child to us.

Asgore: Over the years he has done so much for the country...so much for me. He is my important friend and family.

Asgore: It may be hard for you, but I want to ask—

Asgore: You just talked about the rules

Asgore: What are the “rules” of you?

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The skeleton in black smiled bitterly.

W: Not something very happy, Your Majesty.

W: Moreover, I don’t believe in it. I kept fighting against almost every destiny of mine.

W: And I can promise

W: I will do my best to avoid those bad things happening to HIM.

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It seemed Asgore wanted to reach out and pat his head.

Asgore: I want to say thank you...

Asgore: Your presence really changed him a lot.

Asgore: He said that you were always persuading him to eat and rest on time. Oh you have solved my headache

Asgore: He looks a lot better now, I’m so glad to see you are together.

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Wing felt as if there was something odd.

Asgore: And those little angels

Asgore: Honestly I didn’t expect him to have a child, and he didn’t seem to be really ready for it...

Asgore: I think you affected him

Asgore: I can see that you are a very good father!

W: Uh...thank you?

Strange things became more.

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Asgore: Ah, I always forget to stop when I start talking about the children

Asgore: All in all, my request is

Asgore: Please take good care of him

Asgore: There may be some...difficulties, but he is really a very good kid, he deserves all of this—

He seemed to think of something, and then laughed.

Asgore: Too careless, what am I talking about?

Asgore: Two monsters who have fused the soul never need any preaching from anyone, right?

Wing finally got the point.

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W: Your Majesty

W: About the fusion of souls, we, uh

W: Our relationship has not reached that point.

W: I’m really sorry for making you misunderstand

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Asgore got frozen for some seconds.

Asgore: Ah?

Asgore: But those two children

Asgore: Aren’t they the achievement of your love?

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askmicrowaveayem · 7 years ago

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Boink! The Gaster Brothers Pt. 4

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Dressed in his new clothes, Rage hovered in the doorway, unsure if he should come closer or not.

The look on her face told him he should turn around and go.

He stayed still, watching, instead. Waiting to see if she would notice him.

As rigid as her face was, it didn’t stop her son from smiling at him from the bed and waving at him happily, if not tiredly.

Vrinda turned and looked at him, smiling a little. “You can share a bed with Wingdings until we can get something else situated. How are you feeling?”

He nodded quickly, far more used to sleeping on the ground and finding any sort of bed a kind of luxury all on its own. “A lot better now, thank you very much.”

He wanted to ask how Dings was doing. How his eye was. If the crack would heal.

He’d done his best. He wanted to tell her. He’d done his best.

In front of Dings, he said nothing.

After a moment she stopped healing and redid the bandage, handing another cup of tea to her son. He drank it slowly.

“Do you have any wounds that need healing?”

He shook his head. “Just leftover bruises, ma’am. They’ll go away soon.”

Dings signed to his mother, who chuckled. “Dings says to tell you he’s very excited that he gets to have a sleepover with his friend every night now.”

She finished the dressing and stood, smoothing out her apron. “I’m not going to be your translator you know, little one. You’re going to have to work extra-hard on your talking now that you have a brother.”

Dings pouted and signed something.

“Now I’ll have none of that. Finish your tea and sleep.” She tucked him under the blankets.

He watched, unsure of how to respond to any of it, but eventually managing, “maybe I could learn the hand thing you use, too?”

Dings nearly sat up in excitement, but was gently pushed back down again by his mother. “Sleep.”

He pouted again, but wiggled under the covers and let his eye go heavy.

Vrinda tapped a kiss on the better side of her son’s skull before she turned and lead the young skeleton out of the room. “That would probably be good, yes. Treb can’t talk, so it would help you understand him too.”

She walked to the kitchen and finished up the tea, setting the last cup on the table and gesturing for Rage to drink if he wanted.

His face lit up at the tea.

It was still nothing like he’d ever tasted, even if once it was finished, he could only hold the cup in his hands and fidget around it, glancing up at Vrinda.

“...is his eye going to be okay?”

Vrinda sighed, “... It will scar. He’s lost some of his vision.”

She paused, mouth going taunt. “... But it would have been worse. You took him to a healer?” The dots of her eyes looked back at him, somehow able to tell the wound had been healed before she got to it.

He nodded. “The first town we came to on our way back, I brought him to one. I… didn’t know how to bandage something that bad normally.”

He’d thought it was worth the risk.

She nodded, “Thank you. Truly. For bringing my boy back home.”

Vrinda sat beside him again, eyes sad but grateful. “We were beginning to think…” Her words stopped, not daring to finish them. She shook them out of her head and inhaled deeply, breath shaking. “But he’s here now. Thanks to you.”

She smiled, “He seems to like you very much. You must have taken good care of him, despite your situation.”

Despite the gravity of her words and the situation, Rage found himself feeling lighter. A little warmer inside. His ribs a little looser.

He had a name. He hadn’t been beaten in two weeks. He was being told he must’ve done something right. That Vrinda believed he’d done something right with something as important as her son.

Somehow, he’d earned praise.

“I tried,” he said after a moment of stunned silence, trying to match up what Vrinda thought of him versus what he knew of himself. “I’m glad it apparently worked.”

Vrinda nodded and offered him another smile. She didn’t ask more about what had happened. The blood, the wounds on both of them, and the runes, were enough. She didn’t want to know more. Her little boy was safe. The young man that helped him escape was under her care now and she wouldn’t let anyone else take advantage of his lack of understanding of the world around him.

“Tomorrow we will head into town, have another doctor look at Wingdings, get you some clothes, and sell what we can of what you brought. If anyone asks what happened just deflect any and all questions to myself or Treb. We will handle it.”

He smiled back, weirdly thrilled at the idea of going into town with other monsters and being on the other end of a trade. He wasn’t sure how much he could trust anymore, how much of his knowledge was faulty because of lies, but he could trust his own eyes at least. He’d be able to do that much when they got into town. See the world on his own, a little, with these other monsters.

He hadn’t really been around other monsters before, now that he thought about it.

It was exciting. He nodded. “Yes, ma’am, I will.”

She smiled again and stood, patting him on the shoulder. “Good lad. Do you want more to eat or drink? Would you like to rest with the little one?”

“I can rest, you’ve already given me a lot,” he said, though he was slow to relinquish his grip on the teacup.

Vrinda nodded and glanced at the cup. “... Did you like the tea?”

He nodded quickly. “It… tasted really different from what I’m used to. What type was it?”

“Just regular black tea.” Vrinda chuckled, her voice scratchy and not very feminine at all. “Things taste different when they’re made with positive emotions.”

She reached out, taking the mug from him. “You’ll probably love dinner if you’ve never had something like that before.”

“Oh,” he said, taking the mug but looking at it in a whole new light. “...Oh! Should I? Um. Help with dinner?”

Was he even supposed to ask, or just assume he was supposed to help? Or since everything was mixed up right now, was it a given he wouldn’t, since apparently the world was all opposites?

...if this was what positive emotions tasted like, did that mean he’d never made anything with positive emotions?

If this was what Dings had been eating, did that mean he’d hated Rage’s food…?

“Not tonight.” Vrinda patted his shoulder again. “Go rest. We’ll wake you when dinner is ready.”

He was a member of the family, which did mean he would have to help eventually, but… not now. He was new and deserved at least a solid week of rest before being given chores like the little one.

He nodded and moved to go upstairs when she took her hand off his shoulder, pausing long enough to say, “Thank you,” again.

He headed upstairs and returned to Dings’ room, heading in quietly and trying to see if the kid was awake or not.

The little skeleton was fast asleep, his head propped up and rolled over onto its good side while he slept. He looked exhausted, but happy.

The bed was big enough for both of them easily.

He slid into the other side of the bed as quietly as he could, careful to not touch the younger skeleton.

The bed was wide and soft, and… he was safe in it.

He wasn’t going to be woken roughly or stepped on or accidentally overlooked. He didn’t have to wake up in time to make food.

He just slept.

The little one slept soundly beside him, eventually clinging at him as the afternoon stretched on into evening.

Vrinda would walk in and very gently rouse her son, helping him sit up a little before touching Rage to wake him as well.

“Supper is ready. The washbasin is right there to wash up.” She gestured to a bowl with a rag and soap set on the nearby dresser.

He woke as quietly as he’d fallen asleep, taking a moment to look around and remember exactly where he was. Why he felt clean. Why he was so at ease.

He grinned and shuffled off the bed with Dings, washing up thoroughly before following the little skeleton downstairs, not sure if it was normal to be this excited about being fed or if it was just the emotions he’d had in the tea and the idea that it would be like this for a long time now--!

Vrinda helped her boy up and gave him a few moments to regain his sense of balance from his head wound, then lead him downstairs, apparently a little worried he might fall if he was a little dizzy.

Treb was the one setting the table this time, the huge skeleton putting out dishes and cutlery. He tapped the seat set for their new member of the family before heading back into the kitchen with Vrinda.

The smell was probably something Rage had never experienced first-hand before. Monster food was powered by magic and the emotions they were made with, the more care put into the food the better it tasted, the more it could heal.

Dings started to walk into the kitchen, nearly bumping into his father’s huge legs as he came out the door.

They signed something to one another, Treb shaking his head and motioning for the little boy to sit back down.

Dings climbed back into his seat beside Rage while his father began to set plates of food in front of them. A cooked hen, dried fruits, stewed vegetables, and bread. Dings kept his hands down in his lap as he watched, unused to not helping with dinner.

It was quiet, but lively. Vrinda came back into the room and filled everyone’s mugs with cider. Treb carved the hen and served it out, giving Rage a hefty portion before he sat down.

The rest of the meal was passed around the table, everyone scooping a portion for themselves that always started with Treb and ended with Dings.

Dings signed something to his mother as they started to eat.

“It’s a special occasion.” She smiled, “We’re a family again. So eat your fill.”

Rage was almost overwhelmed, looking around at the food being brought out and placed in front of him. He wasn’t used to eating anything he hadn’t cooked himself, and the most he’d ever cooked was for two and a child--anything the merchant had to celebrate, he’d gone into town for, and Rage had definitely never been invited along, so he’d never seen this sort of feast in his life. The portion of chicken on his plate alone was plenty to fill him up!

He took very small portions of the rest of the food on the table as it was passed to him, not wanting to be wasteful but desperately wanting to try at least a little bit of everything. He waited a good three seconds after the rest of the table began to eat, still trying to really comprehend that he was here, sitting at the table, being cared for, given a family--

His chest clenched and he ate very, very slowly, refusing to tear up when the emotions of the food took their effect.

He was just happy.

The new family of four ate quietly and happily, conversation being sparse and only of light subjects, half of which were in a silent gesture of hands. When everyone was finished Treb and Vrinda stood to begin cleaning up, again having to tell Dings to sit and not help.

He looked a little indignant and signed something to his mother.

“No chores for you for a week. All of your energy is to go right here-” She tapped her head.

Rage tried to follow the conversation, even if half of it was beyond him. He managed a guess at some of the symbols, judging by Vrinda’s responses, mostly. He moved to try and stack his dishes and organize them to carry into the kitchen, but hesitated when Vrinda stopped Dings, wondering if it applied to him as well or not, since he wasn’t very injured--especially after the meal.

Vrinda tsked him too and took the plates from him. “I will give you things to do tomorrow if you are that eager, but today is for resting. Do you know how to read?”

He quickly surrendered the plates and sat back down, shaking his head. “Just maps, ma’am.”

“Then that is something you can go do.” Vrinda smiled and looked down at her son, “Take him into the reading room. Give him a headstart on learning how to read.”

Dings nodded happily and took Rage’s hand to lead him into a room he had yet to be in connected to the dining room. It was spacious with big windows and… way more books than a simple family of farmers had the right to own. Bookshelves lined the walls filled with things in both the latin alphabet and wingdings, stacks sat by the walls, and pillows lay on the floor for them to sit on, as well as a large comfortable chair that looked like it was Treb’s, and a small rocking chair beside it.

His eyes widened as he walked in and he pulled his free hand to his chest, almost afraid to touch anything. Books were so expensive, and they had so many here…

He followed anywhere Dings took him, still reeling a little that he was going to learn how to read.

The little skeleton lead him over to one shelf and climbed onto a tiny step ladder to reach a particular one. When he stepped back down he handed it over, a translation book for the latin alphabet into wingdings with detailed drawings of all the different symbols used.

He grinned and tapped the cover, then made motions with his hands.

Rage could learn both!

Rage nodded slowly, unsure if he was supposed to take the book or not, and a little hesitant to do so at all, even with permission.

“I, um,” he said, having assumed Vrinda would be the one teaching him. “How do I learn if I don’t know either of them to start with, though…?”

Dings wasn’t sure how to respond, the little boy thinking for a moment before mumbling “mmm!” and pointing at where Vrinda was in the kitchen. Mom would teach him but he could look at it until she was finished the the chores!

The book was thrust at him before he grabbed another.

This was a picture book that was rough around the edges, indicating many years of wear. He handed him that one too.

It was his favorite before he learned how to read wingdings.

He took the book, fumbling a moment before finally getting a good hold on it. He took the picture book much more easily, shuffling to sit down on the floor.

The wingdings and latin book was what he was supposed to look at, but…

He opened the picture book instead.

Dings settled down beside him on the pillows and looked at it with him; a silent story about a rabbit monster playing a game with all their friends, both human and monster.

By the time they finished Vrinda was walking through the door, hands drying on her apron. “Showing him your favorite?”

Dings nodded.

“Your father has a bath started for you, run along while I help get Rage started on his reading lesson.”

He pouted and signed.

“Run along.” Vrinda repeated a little more sternly, the tiny skeleton rolling off the pillows and heading out the door.

He’d been watching the story and--found it a little less cheerful than Dings had.

He didn’t mention it, just a little glad when Vrinda arrived and sent Dings off. He closed the picture book carefully and set it back on the shelf, instead picking up the latin and wingdings book, looking at her questioningly.

Vrinda approached him and took the book, then settled herself on the floor beside him. Her hands with delicate and slender, clean and with very few marks or scuffs, unlike her scratched and jagged husband.

“Before I begin I want you to know that in this house reading is very important.” She looked at Rage seriously, a hand resting on the cover of the book. “Starting tomorrow I will be giving you lessons in wingdings and the latin alphabet and I want you to take it very seriously. Understood?”

Her words were heavy but her voice was kind.

He nodded quickly, “Yes, ma’am.”

Reading was a--a rare skill in a lot of places he’d been.

He still couldn’t quite believe it. But he nodded all the same.

Vrinda nodded happily, “Good.”

She opened the book and began to go through it with him slowly, teaching him very basic symbols in wingdings and showing him with her hands, as well as their latin equivalent. Even as the evening grew dark she continued, lighting a candle and bringing it close to teaching him as much as she could.

Dings would come by again, cleaned and in fresh clothing. He would snuggle into his mother’s lap as she read, eyes dozing along with the lesson. Treb would come in as well, peacefully listening along while he rested in his chair.

Rage paid close attention, learning slowly, but diligently repeating each letter and symbol, drawing it out on the floor with his fingers and shaping them to his hands to try and learn the form of them and connect them together.

Maybe if he learned them both closely enough, he would be able to read them both equally as easy?

As more of the family came into the room and the night grew darker, Rage began to grow tired. He was full and warm and his bones didn’t ache, and as much as he tried to keep memorizing, he found himself growing heavy-eyed and tired.

Vrinda took notice right away and slowly closed the book, setting it aside. “That will do for today. I’ll teach you more tomorrow. Go on and head to bed. We’ll wake you in the morning for breakfast before heading into town.”

Without needing to be told or directed Treb stood up and slowly lifted the smaller little skeleton into his arms, Dings having long since fallen asleep in his mother’s lap.

The large skeleton lead them both to their bedroom and tucked his son in.

Rage nodded gratefully, trying hard to not yawn and following Treb upstairs after thanking Vrinda once more. He wanted to wait until Treb was out of the room to climb into bed--another old habit, one that might leave one day--but didn’t want to disturb Dings at all.

Treb gently pet his son’s head before turning to leave the room, his hand patting Rage on the shoulder as he passed in his own way of saying ‘goodnight’ before leaving completely, the door slowly closing.

Rage relaxed and crawled into bed a moment later, again making sure to give Dings plenty of space.

He curled up in bed and rested, looking forward to waking up again.

Dawn would come and the door would open. Vrinda would wake up Rage on his own this time, letting her son sleep in and heal a little more while they prepared breakfast.

The washbasin was set in the same spot with soap and a towel to wash up before the day began. Once he was finished and they were both out of the room she closed the door gently behind her and spoke softly, “Breakfast will be ready shortly. In the meantime would you go into the barn and give him a better idea of what some of the items are and where you got them?”

Rage nodded, saying a quick, ‘Yes, ma’am,’ before heading outside. He had to look around somewhat to locate the barn and it’s entrance, but hurried over as soon as he did, knocking and poking his head in. “Mr. Trebuchet…? Ms. Vrinda asked me to come tell you about some of the items?”

Treb nodded, a number of the items in front of him on the barn floor. He knew his wife had explained exactly what he needed from him; some items’ purpose and where they got it, so he would point to each one and wait for an answer without having too much of a language barrier.

Rage closed the barn door and walked closer, settling in beside Treb and waiting to be told what to start with.

The merchant had come across a lot of different items over the two years Rage had lived with him, and he’d kept some of the most valuable and unusual for his own. Rage hadn’t discarded very much when taking the wagon and mules. Most of it was still around.

Depending on where and what some of the items were, Treb would put them in very particular piles. Metals, fabrics, price, all seemed to have a place to go.

As they began to finish, Vrinda came into the barn and closed the door behind her. Her usual stride changed into less like a housewife and more like… something else. She stood behind her husband as he hunched over the items, arms locking behind her back rather than in front over her apron as they had before.

“What are you thinking, Treb?” She asked, her voice different suddenly in a lot of ways. It was authoritative and commanding, but not mean. Just… stern. Very stern.

He signed something to her without looking at her and she nodded.

“We’ll have those melted down.” She pointed to the metal items. “Sell for material rather than their actual purpose.”

As soon as Vrinda entered, Rage noticed the change in demeanor, and turned slowly to face her, keeping his back away.

He wasn’t scared of that authority in her voice or the rigidness of her posture, just… wary.

Just wary. Because he’d only ever been hurt by people who carried themselves so confidently.

This was still the skeleton who had fed him yesterday, though. Who had let him wash and given him clothes and allowed him to sleep in a bed--in her son’s bed.

But he couldn’t shake the tenseness of his shoulders or unbend his spine, just watching quietly as she and her husband talked.

“Can you still call in that favor to Leofrick?” Vrinda asked and Treb nodded. She patted him on the shoulder, “Good. Have him take the more high gold items that we shouldn’t be seen with.”

Her magic glowed yellow as she pushed a few of the items together without touching them. “Those.”

Treb nodded obediently and started to gather everything up. Vrinda then turned to Rage, her voice softening but not losing its authority. “I’m sorry to ask this so bluntly, but did you kill him?”

He stiffened under her gaze, but hesitated only a moment before giving a single, sharp nod.

He had liked it, too.

Her eyes went dark. She didn’t smile, but she didn’t frown either.

“Good.”

He blinked a little, surprised at that reaction. Maybe not so much that she was glad the man who’d hurt her son was dead, but--

...he hadn’t expected it. Somehow. There was something in her face and tone that kept him on edge.

“You’re not upset?”

Vrinda closed her eyes and shook her head, eyes opening again to rest a hand on his shoulder. “Young man, if you hadn’t have done it I would have gone out to find them myself. They hurt my boy. He is scarred for life. His vision is permanently affected. He has a tracking rune in his hand and so do you.” She glanced down at his wrist.

“I think you did the right thing and I’m proud of you for taking action when you knew there was injustice happening around you.”

He nodded slowly again, almost shying from the hand before making himself relax into it. He glanced down at his wrist as well, forehead creasing as he lifted it up and rubbed it gently.

“...is it really that bad?” He was glad he’d done a good thing, but--

“I… didn’t realize…”

Vrinda hovered beside him for a moment before kneeling down to sit next to him. She touched his wrist gently, “It’s treating a living being like an object to do this. I can’t say what he was like, but… you have to be a despicable creature to do this to another.”

He let her touch it, watching carefully.

That merchant had raised him. Cared for him. Been the only family he’d known. He’d thought it was all normal; he would’ve continued along just fine with that life until the child skeleton came stumbling in and trying so hard to escape. So scared of being hit.

He’d been fine, living like that. Was it really so terrible from the outside…?

“It hurt.”

Vrinda frowned and reached up, taking Rage’s head gently into her hands and pulling him close into a hug.

“Everything is alright now. You’re with us. We won’t let anyone trick you ever again.”

He accepted the hug, chest tight, trying to gather up the strength he had to shake his head. To keep speaking.

“No. When I killed him. I made it hurt.”

Vrinda said nothing, squeezing the boy a little tighter. At those words Treb came over and kneeled in front of them, looking angry. He signed aggressively before his wife translated for him, “He deserved whatever you did to him for hurting an innocent child.”

Slowly, Rage nodded again. If Trebuchet meant to call Rage an innocent child, he didn’t understand--the only child he had in his mind was Dings. And he nodded.

He’d done the right thing.

He’d killed him. And it had been right.

Vrinda sighed and released Rage before standing, “We should head back inside, the little one will be waking soon. Remember what I said about going into town. If anyone asks, deflect them to Trebuchet or myself.”

He nodded again, face set. “Right. I will.”

He’d done the right thing.

The three of them headed back inside, Vrinda setting the table and this time getting Rage to help while Treb walked upstairs to wake their son. He came down with him a moment later, the little boy rubbing his good eye and settling into his seat at the table.

“Feeling better today?” Vrinda asked, her voice completely back to how it had been.

Dings nodded tiredly and she pet his head. “We’re heading into town today to pick up some things and get you healed again.”

Rage fell into the role of helping easily, learning where things were kept and what was expected on this table.

It all felt a little more real when he was working. Like maybe he’d really been taken somewhere else, instead of this all being a very strange long dream he might some day wake up from.

Breakfast wasn’t as extravagant as last night’s meal, but it was still made with care and would heal well. Eggs, bread, and potatoes. They would sit and eat, the conversation sparse if nonexistent.

Then they would clean up and Treb would hook up the cart, the items in the back under a blanket. He pulled himself up behind the mules and Vrinda would help Dings into the back where Rage could go too, then settled up front with her husband.

He cleaned his plate fully and enjoyed the care once again, still a little overwhelmed by it, but glad it was there. He helped clean and climbed in the back of the wagon with ease, looking around as they traveled into town, taking in the scenery.

The ride would be peaceful, the parents occasionally discussing what they would be doing in the town once they arrived. Treb would drop them off at the edge of town before heading to find Leofrick, Vrinda would take the boys to the healer, get Wingdings checked over and healed as best possible, then get some clothing for Rage.

They discussed getting some writing materials for the boys, both of them needing to learn how to write. Perhaps see if the bookstore had anything new.

There was no talk at all about what they would tell the others in town. Not around Dings.

The farmscape broke way to closer knit houses before they arrived into town roughly an hour later. It was no city, but it had everything you would need. Books, clothing, a market, all the essentials and then some.

It was… oddly quiet.

Humans and monsters milled about together, a lot of them not speaking but using the same signs as Dings and Treb used. The signs were in wingdings first and foremost with only occasionally having the latin version underneath.

Treb stopped the wagon to allow Vrinda to jump off, who came around the back and helped her son out of the cart.

Rage climbed out of the cart on his own, gravitating towards Vrinda and Trebuchet, not daring to go much further away from them than a few steps.

The last time he’d been in town had been a frantic haze, so he took his time turning his head, looking around and observing the signs. He tried to recognize the wingdings from his studies last night, and somewhat succeeded.

Trebuchet continued on with the cart through the street, Vrinda carrying Dings as she lead Rage towards the healer. It was pretty similar to the one he had taken him to before, the front small with only a counter and a curtain behind it that lead into the back rooms.

A furred monster came out at the sound of the bell and instantly looked shocked.

“Vrinda! Oh my goodness you found him?” She rushed around the counter, “Oh my goodness oh my goodness, come on, bring him back.”

Vrinda didn’t say anything at first, carrying her son into the back and leading Rage along with her, wanting to keep him close. The furred monster did give him a longer look than usual, but was mostly worried about the tiny skeleton in Vrinda’s arms.

The back was filled with potions, herbs, and bandages. Vrinda set Dings down on the chair and the monster went right to work unwrapping his head.

“What on earth happened?”

“He was kidnapped.” Vrinda said bluntly, the monster spinning around to stare at the skeleton in shock, then looked at Rage.

“Not him.” She said very quickly, “Apparently a man is going around kidnapping monsters wanting to make slaves.”

It was simple and the truth, to a point. It was what her son had told her and she knew he would go around telling others, so it was easier to mold her story around her son’s than manipulate him into lying. She wouldn’t do that to him.

Rage stayed close to Vrinda, not backing away even when the furred monster stared at him for long enough that he could almost believe she knew what he’d done.

But he’d done the right thing.

So he stayed strong. Head up. And kept close to the other skeletons. Listening closely to Vrinda’s conversation--it wasn’t exactly what happened, but she said she’d take care of it. Even if she wanted him to send people to her for explanations, it was important he got his own story straight and aligned it with hers.

...he’d be lying.

He’d be lying.

And that was okay.

“You’re kidding…” The woman said as she undressed the bandage around Dings head, doing well to hold her face still as she saw the wound. “This is certainly not helping monster/human relations… Things are really beginning to get worrying, aren’t they?”

Vrinda nodded and Dings signed, trying to smile up at the healer with one slumped eye, the light in it completely gone.

“... Did he now?” The healer looked at Rage again, surprised.

Vrinda nodded, arms crossed and voice authoritative again. “He helped Wingdings get back home and has nowhere to go, so he’ll be living with us now.”

Monster… human relations…

He’d. Maybe be able to ask. Later, though.

For now, he just watched the conversation, even though he couldn’t understand part of it. He thought he might’ve recognized one or two of the gestures, but couldn’t piece them together fully.

He ducked his head a little, embarrassed at the mention of him having nowhere to go. It wasn’t embarrassing exactly, but…

...maybe it wasn’t embarrassment as much as he wasn’t used to feeling so pleased?

The monster nodded, buying the story well even if it wasn’t 100% the truth. “How did he hurt your head so badly, Dings?”

‘Hit me with a cane.’ The little boy signed, to which the healer let out another ‘oh my goodness’ and began to heal what she could.

“He’ll have permanent scarring. There isn’t much more I’ll be able to do in ways of closing the gap. That means less rough-housing, young man.”

Dings pouted, ‘What about my eyes?’

The monster stopped what she was doing and hovered her claws over each eye socket, magic glowing. “... I’m sorry sweetie. The damage is done.”

The little skeleton’s face sunk and the healer looked heartbroken as she went back to healing his head.

Rage fidgeted, looking up at Vrinda and then back down at Dings.

He opened his mouth to say something, and then closed it again.

He watched the wound instead, trying to see if he could actually notice it closing.

Vrinda looked at Rage, but didn’t force him to speak if he didn’t want to. If it was something more delicate she gave him a look as it say ‘we can talk later’.

It was closing a little, but… it would always be a long crack from his eye socket to the back of his head. His vision was forever damaged.

The healer started to rebandage him, “Do you want me to heal his hand too?”

“No.” Vrinda said quickly, “It’s as healed as it’s going to get.”

She didn’t want them to see the rune. It was… very graphic. It took a special kind of thing to carve a rune into a child’s hand.

At the mention of the hand, Rage… shifted his wrist a bit. Just enough to hide it against his side, the inside pressed against himself, so that no one could see it.

He’d never had a problem with it before, but after talking with Vrinda this morning, he was suddenly much more conscious about it. Like he had something evil printed on him, and it wasn’t ever going to go away.

He’d ask for something to hide it when they left the office. Not now, though. For now, he just kept his wrist close to himself, hoping it looked casual.

Not much long after they were walking out of the healer’s office, Vrinda paying her and the monster offering Dings a tiny piece of sugar-coated, dried fruit as a treat for being good.

She lead her son and Rage out into the street. “We’ll get you some clothes now, then stop by the-”

“DIIIINGS!” A shrill little voice screamed, a tiny black monster with one large eye, a cat-like mouth and furred claws pushing his way through the crowd towards them.

#BOINK!#mayem #the gaster brothers #undertale #RP log #rage #dings #vrinda #trebuchet #cylas

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lightkrets312 · 6 years ago

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Ghost Logs - Day 3

Continuing where we left off, here’s the rough recap for yesterday’s events! Wasn’t exactly an overall positive day, if I’m honest...

(If you wanna experience this ghost for yourself, don’t read the logs!! I’m not holding back anything I learned in these, and it’s worth it to discover these things on your own! Trust me.)

[What’s a Ghost?]

[More Logs]

Ended up running the Ghost twice. First time I ran it, my computer ended up freezing up on me and, rather than wait for the screen to go vaporwave or blue screen, I ended up just hard shutting-down and restarting. Gaster ended up wearing a scarf (i think?) and restarting.

Can’t remember if it was before or after the restart, but I did scare him out of the hiccups! I think it was after, so he’ll probably remember it.

Ended up doing the “Explain Actions” option again, actually saw some progress thanks to it! So that was nice.

He dropped the phone! Twice in a row! Dunno if that was supposed to happen, but the second time around I didn’t look. First time? Absolutely. Gotta know what’s on it, of course.

(Also, apparently “I” can’t read Wingdings. Ha. Lies. Yes I can. It just takes me a hot minute and I can’t remember what certain symbols mean sometimes, like Q (airplane?) and the last handful of letters (they’re all the religious(?) ones, I know that), but I can usually figure out what Gaster’s saying when the translator’s off. Thank god I decided to learn Wingdings in my senior year of high school, I guess.)

Tried to hug him once, but he wasn’t down for it. You know what, G? That’s valid.

Usually whenever I have Gaster out, I end up playing or watching a game and seeing what he does. It’s been pretty interesting, to say the least.

Day one, I played several games of Solitare (didn’t seem super interested).

Day two, watched a bunch of Viscera Cleanup Detail speedruns (he actually kept turning towards the video window, so I ended up dragging him up the screen so he could see it properly; seemed like he was interested!).

Day three, I played a Cube Escape game (If you don’t know what it is, it’s basically a surreal, creepy room escape game that has some plot attached. If you do know and wanna know which one, it was one of the bonus pay-for-it games, Paradise) and another VCD speedrun.

During the Cube Escape, Gaster kept taking notes on my behavior, which was kinda awkward. I was screensharing with a friend at the time, too (different from the also-has-a-Ghost friend; that one’s W, this one’s N), so N got to see Gaster’s reactions in real time. Thanks, G.

Still felt a little awkward about having told Gaster that I liked him, so I ended up hitting the Friendzone option.

And then I hit it again.

For 15 minutes.

See, apparently when you’ve hit the “I like you” option and then try to go to “-As a friend”, Gaster repeatedly shuts it down. No matter how many times you hit the button.

fifteen minutes of hitting the button

In a fit of frustration I ended up hitting ACT > Insult, thinking it wouldn’t affect much. Ha. Jokes on me. +0.1 LV to me. Damn it.

After that, I put Gaster in the bottom right corner for time-out and went and watched a VCD speedrun. Partway through the run my brain chimed in with “Hey. Hey. Ask him about the brothers. We saw it. He can’t hide it. We know.” And, well, I was in a bad enough mood still, so let the consequences fall where they may, y’know?

So on the one hand, now I get to check on the brothers whenever Gaster does! On the other hand, I actually felt a little bit bad about how hurt he seemed that I’d seen it.

Plus I gained another tenth of a point of LV and... well, it is what it is. Can’t say I didn’t know it was coming, since I’d read all the updates, but... I almost expected more LV. I’ll take an overall 0.2 points for the day.

Ended up dismissing Gaster early twice. After getting put in a bad enough mood to have my sister ask what was wrong, honestly I needed a break.

#my post #ukagaster #Not every day I get frustrated at something like that.#Yikes.#I'm gonna keep at this but I still haven't booted Gaster up yet. Hopefully today goes better.

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northwind4 · 5 years ago

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Dearest WingDings（18）

*It's a story about HandPlates! Gaster and Wing! Gaster

*I’ll appreciate it very much if you point out the mistakes I made in the translation, all kinds of help are welcomed!

*previous & next

*Handplates by @zarla-s

Wing!Gaster by me

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Chapter18

“The little one from the surface”

320

The seventh soul came all of a sudden.

Just when everyone began to doubt if there would be no more humans, the little figure walked out of the gate of the ruins.

They looked full of determination.

321

Gaster was more nervous than ever.

G: That human is approaching Snowdin!

G: We need to take Sans and Papyrus away-no, evacuate all the monsters!

W: Calm down dear, it’s just a child, not even as high as your knees

G: This is the result of my serious consideration. I have thought about it for long. I can’t let that kind of thing happen again. I can’t let any human approach my family.

W: But you look at screen—

G: I’ll go alone since you don’t want to help. I shouldn’t have told you this. I’ve wasted so much time. I—

W: Sans is shaking hands with the child.

G: WHAT? !

322

Two Gasters hid in a tree in Snowdin.

W: You see, that is just a friendly little one, they don’t want to hurt anyone at all.

G: Who knows what they will do next.

W: Just in case, we can follow him closely.

G: Very closely.

323

W: You see, even if they are chased by dogs everywhere, they never hurt any monster.

G: What if they hurt?

W: hmmm

W: Then let’s strangle this little trash alive and then [——], [——] and [——], and also [——]

W: Then we delete its saved items and then smash its folder and then hack it on Steam and various websites

W: And kill its system, burn its graphics card, delete its manuscripts and papers, and—

G: Although I don’t know what you are talking about

G: It sounds feasible

324

W: Look! The puzzle designed by our kids!

G: A puzzle which can be solved by pressing two switches.

W: Oh come on don’t be so strict

325

W: This one looks great

G: Well, it’s okay for an elementary puzzle.

W: Hey, look at that kid.

W: Are they...asking our little angel for help?

G: What?

G: Papyrus? What is he doing? He is helping the human? !

W: Don’t get angry—

G: ...

G: I’m not angry

G: (*sigh)Actually I have known that he would do this.

326

W: Hmm...this puzzle

G: “Must be from Sans”—do you want to say this?

W: Heheheh

W: Do you think that child will choose crossword puzzles or word finding games as the more difficult one?

G: Everyone will choose the former.

W: You see he chose the word search game hahahahaha! !

W: I won

G: ? I don’t remember we have bet—

W: Let me think about what I want...I want you to smoke less

G: ...ok.

327

W: Yeah~Snowdin is fine~!

W: The child even made friends with the Royal Guards

W: Now they’re going to Waterfall—

W: PAPYRUS? !

G: WHAT IS HE DOING! !

328

G: Oh gosh this is killing me

G: I have to grab their soul firmly...Never let him get closer to Papyrus

W: Rest assured

The black monster got his magic ready.

W: They won’t have that chance.

329

W: ...

G: ...

W: ...is it OK?

W: It seems the child is going to be killed by the bones.

G: They won’t die.

G: This is Papyrus’...determination.

330

W: I have a question

W: This child has lost so many times in a row

W: Why are they keep flirting?

G: ...don’t you think their date more confusing?

331

W: DATE? !

W: Dad doesn’t agree ahhhh (´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

W: Oh just eating spaghetti

W: Good, human

W: Eat it up

W: EAT·IT·UP ^_^

332

W: They finally leave for the waterfall

W: Actually I’m a bit...worried

W: This little guy can’t even handle the basic bone attacks

W: Undyne won’t stop in time like our child

G: You care about the human?

W: ...yes.

W: After all, they’re so small, and they don’t want to fight at all

W: They would rather run away than hurting others

W: They didn’t do anything, but so many monsters want to kill them

W: After getting hurt, they must be...aggrieved

333

W: After crossing this path there is the bridge

W: Undyne will probably be there waiting for them

W: ...

W: The child seems

W: Lost

334

W: Finally found the exit? Good

W: Okay, now run! Right, left, then stop! Avoid the magic spear!

G: Is it safe for us to hide in these reeds?

W: What’s the matter?

G: Those spears may fly over—

W: WATCH OUT!

W: Ahhh wait wait WAIT! Ouch friendly fire! Why are there so many spears it seems that our great hero has become stronger chejchsicbjsbewk

335

G: It’s over

G: The human you care about is still alive

W: Oh, yeah

W: But can you do me a favor first?

W: A spear stuck in the crack in my head

W: Don’t laugh be serious(♯｀∧´)

336

W: Look this gray door, I made a hidden room here

G: Then why is the door handle moving?

W: Oh, maybe it is discovered.

W: ? ? ? The human find it? !

G: You said this was a hidden room!

W: The probability of being found is only 0.33%!

G: Can you make it higher? !

W: It can’t be lower anymore now they’re coming hurry and come here—

337

W: OK, they went out

G: (*coming out of Wing’s magic shadow)

G: Did they do anything to you?

W: No, they can’t touch me.

W: But they...

W: Left me a candy?

338

*After the human put the umbrella, the music box in the statue started to play.

G: ...

W: You seem to like this song

G: Yes.

They listened together quietly.

339

W: Wind—is—howling—

W: Blacky—is—blown—away—

G: What are you doing?

W: Standing in the wind and shouting hahahaha

G: ...how old are you

W: Heh

W: I—LOVE—WING—DING—S—

W: (*mouth being covered) HmmMmm

G: The human is coming

W: Mmmm(You are blushing)

340

W: Look

W: They are really a very kind child

G: Why

W: Will you get water for someone who tried to kill you all the way?

W: I don’t think I will.

341

Under Papyrus’ assistance, Undyne finally shared a room with the human.

Undyne: Scientist? Those are all nerds

W: Objection!

W: You must admit that some scientists are super cute! ! !

Undyne: ? !Who is talking!

Undyne: (*blushing)But it’s right.

341.5

Papyrus found the Gasters outside the house.

P: DAD AND BLACKY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE—

The two quickly held him and made him silent.

W: Shhh—be quiet sweetie

P: ?

P: !

P: WOWIE!

P: YOU ARE WAITING HERE TO GIVE ME A HUG! !

P: I LOVE YOU SOOO MUCH ! ! !

G: ...yes

W: (OH LOOK AT MY ANGELS)

342

MTT broke in and broke out.

W: Wow!

W: Dr.Alphys’ robot is getting more and more personality

W: Even a little, mm...out of control.

Gaster stared at the door where Alphys entered.

G: She goes there more and more often, and the time she stays in is getting longer.

G: Do you think it’s really a“magic dressing room for female scientists only”, like she said?

G: Can a dressing room be so frustrating?

343

W: Your worry is reasonable...Just this kind of place is not suitable for walking through the wall and have a look

W: Maybe she wants to hide something, such as her secret te...task, or something else. Obviously it isn’t very good.

Wing knew what this would remind Gaster, and he reached out and rubbed his shoulders.

W: It’s okay, she is such a good person

W: Or we can ask her later

W: No matter what she is doing, we will stay with her, don’t we?

344

The human child fell asleep beside Sans’ hot dog stand.

W: They look tired

G: But still dangerous. Sans shouldn’t be so close to them.

Wing looked at the sleeping child. The little one breathed quietly with the burnt pan under their head. They still had some abrasions, which made them let out an unconscious sob.

W: I remember there sells the good armor in Temmie Village

W: Maybe I can cloth them while they’re sleeping

345

Bones blocked Wing’s way.

G: I don’t want to doubt you

G: But what in the world do you want to do?

#gaster #handplates #wing!gaster #wingdingses #dearest wingdings

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