@gaster_wd *his head tilts to the side slowly as he considers this and tries to keep a firm hold on his sanity with the weird temporal sensations.*
hm. alright. some insight there....
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ok, so, death's relative and all that. how 'zactly am i supposed to do it to em? machine parts? DT? >
@gaster_wd exactly is this version of you though. from... whazzitcall... a fell? a...swap? that'd be a boater though so maybe not. *he scratches his claws along the underside of his chin thoughtfully.*
@gaster_wd *sans stares for what seems like days. maybe. who knows how gaster even perceives the flow of time* okay so, just like... an easy job, then. nuthin' to it. *he glances aside at the blackness again, but looks away again fairly quickly* i guess i should get started then. hm. what >
@gaster_wd in omega, though. i assume if the void's involved i don't have to worry so much about the authorities, though so maybe that doesn't matter.
*toe claws flex a bit, extending and retracting* okay, so...what's the guy's deal? *he leans forward again* don't necessarily need the why>
@gaster_wd make a slight buffer between the pads and the heat so as not to burn them terribly. he stuffs the spent butt deep into his pocket, smart enough to not dirty up the pristine lab* alright. i follow the idea of it. so how do you want me? *he coughs a little* to proceed, i mean.
@gaster_wd second. it fills him with an odd sense of satisfaction or pride.* glad i could be of some use to you already then. *he automatically makes a show of crushing the glowing cherry on the end of his cigarette with his pawtips, though in reality he channels a little blue magic to >
@gaster_wd *nyuffs' brow furrows, and he takes another drag, this time managing to not cough* huh. *he squints his eyes, trying to make heads or tails of what he's looking at* how d'ya sort the data out from your own sorta signal? *clawed fingers reach forward and trace just above the read>
@gaster_wd of you? or a glitch? or maybe another one of those... *he waves his hand* random weird ghost souls of a human? or a demented flower thing? *he leans back in the chair, arms crossed, continuing to smoke* multiverse ain't exactly lackin for troublemakers.
@gaster_wd coughs. it's really not the best thing for him, but at least he's feeling a bit healthier in general under sonny's dietary ministrations. he shakes his head in answer to the question* no i'm fine. *his ear twitches a bit* who exactly we talkin' bout if i can ask? nother one >
@gaster_wd *nyuffs glances aside at the empty blackness* eh? you don't already know? *he coughs* yeah it went fine. he's got no clue. *he digs around in his pocket, coming up with a battered pack of cigarettes* you mind? could use something to soothe m'nerves in this...place. *he's not >
@gaster_wd seconds as he stares at the shadowy, hulking shape in the door frame.
does he want to feel safe but bored and alone, forever missing purpose? or does he want to feel useful as he was meant to be, thrilled but utterly doomed?
true to character, he avoids the answer for now and >