"Long ago, two races ruled over Earth: HUMANS and MONSTERS. One day, war broke out between the two races…."

You sighed as you closed out the game. Another failed genocide run. You are never going to even see the genocide fights if you can't kill Papyrus. Well… that's not true. You had seen them before. You just hadn't played them yourself yet.

It was a moot point. You just couldn't kill Papyrus. You just weren't able to disappoint the larger skeleton brother.

You pulled out your headphones and turned off your laptop. You had stayed late in the student library to study and ended up getting nothing done. There were still a handful of others there with you but it was about time to head back to the dorm. Your physics test was in the morning and you should still eat before bed. And by eat, you were thinking something more along the lines of a sandwich or noodles as opposed to the chocolate bar you had been munching on.

You make sure your laptop is secure in your bag before walking outside. Between the rain that had started while you were inside and the fact that it was going on 9 at night, it was pitch black outside. The rain was coming down in sheets obscuring any light from the lampposts along the street you needed to cross to get to your dorm just a little ways away. You couldn't see any cars coming from the shelter of the awning but that didn't mean much.

You pulled your bag close to your chest to protect your laptop and darted out into the rain. You stopped for a second on the curb to look both ways and started to dart across. You never made it to the other side.

Two-thirds of the way to the other curb, you see the headlights. They are approaching too fast. The person driving must have been going twice the speed limit when they hit you. You barely think the words, 'Well, shit,' before your world explodes in pain and then numbness. You black out and know nothing more.

You feel your SOUL for the first time as it unshatters. You feel the pieces snap back into place in a slightly different configuration making it all the more noticeable. After a moment you wake up. You are alive and very very sore. You are also still lying on the street. You can hear the car that hit you driving off but there is no other sign that anything happened.

Well, almost no other sign. You internally grimace at the sight of your shattered laptop. That was going to be a bitch to replace. You sigh and pick up your stuff and continue inside to your dorm.

Three flights of stairs later, you unlock your door. Your roommate is already passed out to be at work at 6 in the morning. You both agreed that the job sucked. You proceed to toss your stuff on your desk and started getting ready for bed. You decide on taking your shower now instead of in the morning since you are already soaked.

You grab your shower bag and a towel before walking down the hall. It is when you passed the mirror in the bathroom that you first realized that something was very wrong with you. In your reflect you saw the bones under your skin shifting. It was as if you were a skeleton monster wearing an ill fitting human meat suit. You quickly looked around. No one. The bathroom was rather empty right now but you didn't think that would last.

You quickly darted into the shower stall you had been heading for and close the curtains.

You set all your stuff on the bench before pulling out your pocket knife on your keys. Now that you had noticed, you had no idea how you had not seen what was going on with your hands. You take a deep breath and bring the knife to your palm…

…

...It doesn't cut. You forgot that you keep your pocket knife dull as possible to keep yourself from accidentally slicing your fingers open when you use it at work to open boxes. Right. You don't have to psych yourself up the now. This time you jam it forcefully between two of your bones in your hand. It barely goes in but you are surprised to see little to no blood.

You spend the next half hour cleaning away the skin and inner workings from your hand. Even without the tendons, your hand still moves smoothly. After some thought, you decide that you need to do the rest of you. You shed your clothes and pick up the knife again.

It takes hours. When you know the bathroom is empty, you would occasionally dart over to a toilet stall and flush the bits of your skin and muscle to cover up the smell of them rotting once they were off of you. You were glad you decided to do this, the stuff still on you even now was starting to rot now. It wasn't pleasant.

You just had your head left. You had been putting it off since you hadn't wanted to take out your eyes or brain. You clearly didn't need them, you didn't have a heart anymore (or lungs or a stomach or kidneys or a liver, etc) so it was not like they were still working. That of course, raised the question of how the hell you were seeing anything. A true mystery.

Your brain leaked out on its own the moment you removed an eye. You skull structure had changed and there was nothing holding the liquefied brain in place. You were a free skeleton.

…

Now what?

You hadn't really thought this through. You are a skeleton monster, the likes of which the world had never seen before, and you are trapped in a bathroom stall because you have little doubt that anyone who saw you would freak out. You are also tired from pulling an allnighter. And hungry. Whoops. Clearly you were not the best at making good life choices.

Well, lacking a reason to not to, you redress in your jeans and hoodie from last night. They don't fit as well as they had, you had grown a few inches in the past few hours but otherwise they were extra lose. You decide to flip up the hood and at least hide in your room. It would be nice to get some sleep and food.

You have to turn your head a few times to keep people from seeing your face and keep your hands in your pockets making carrying your shower bag and towel awkward. Just as you bring your key up to open the door to your dorm, the door swings open. Your roommate is looking at you face on. Shit.

You snap your hand out over his mouth to prevent the scream that you can see is about to happen. "Damn it, Josh, it's just me. Do you want to wake everyone in the building?" You see him relax at your voice in recognition. You let go of his mouth and push past him.

"Shit, G. You nearly gave me a heart attack. That is the best monster makeup I have ever seen! Is that what you have been up to all night. I noticed you didn't actually sleep in your bed after coming back."

"You could say that…" You toss your shower bag and towel on the floor of your closet. "You're going to be late for work. How about I tell you everything when you get back?"

"I don't want to wait until after your last class ends though." Your last class was later than his today since he only had the one after work and you had one before and one after on Tuesdays and Thursdays. It finally hit you that you had died on a Monday. You related with Garfield. Screw Mondays.

"I'm skipping today and calling in sick to work." You were actually going to just quit but that was not something you wanted to bring up yet.

"But you never miss and you have a test today."

"I know."

"Shit. Now I want to stay."

"Just go to class. It is bad enough I am missing, you don't need to miss too." He reluctantly left after that. You stripped and pulled on fresh clothes. After a bit of thought you pulled out an opened bag of chips. You were hungry, yes, but you had no idea if or what you could eat. They tasted fine, if stale. You were still not sure how you were eating but you clearly could no problem. A thought crossed your mind as you looked at your bag for a moment. Were you a font skeleton like from Undertale? Curious, you pulled out a notepad and wrote your name. You were completely baffled. Somehow, you had written in Wingdings. And you could read it as clearly as any Aster font. Wingdings "Gravity" Aster.

You felt stupid. You were Gaster. That explained a lot while simultaneously not explaining anything. You decided that this was not a train of thought to go down until you had properly eaten and slept. After you tossed the notepad back on the desk, you went back to the bag of chips. Yeah, these were stale. You wanted to toss them but if you really had to quit your job, there was no way you were tossing out food of any sort.

You don't remember nodding off but it must have happened midway through the bag. You woke to Josh shaking your shoulder holding your now discarded bag of chips. "Dude? Are you okay? No offense but with that makeup you look kinda…"

"Dead?"

"Well, yeah. I had to check to make sure you were breathing when I walked in."

You hadn't thought about if you had still needed to breath. Now that you thought about it, you appeared to still be doing it. You wondered if you need to or if it was out of habit. "Well then I have some bad news for you. Uh, you might want to sit down."

He raises an eyebrow at that before plopping down on his bed. "So what's up?"

"Last night on my way home, I got hit by a car in the rain and I am pretty sure I died."

"Very funny, G. Now seriously, what's this about?" He looked frightened. You could tell he believed you. He had watched to many horror movies over the years to not see that you were not wearing any makeup or costume.

"You played my copy of Undertale right?" He looked concerned by the sudden change in topic.

"Ages ago."

"Did you ever look into the fandom at all?"

"Not really."

"Then the name W. D. Gaster means nothing to you?" Josh was looking even more confused now. And still concerned.

"No."

"Damn. That would have made explaining this a bit easier. The short version was that I think that when I died I somehow became Gaster. He is a Font Skeleton monster so when I died my body changed into this. I write in Wingdings now too which is how I figured that out."

"Uh huh." He looked unconvinced. "You know Undertale is just a videogame, right?"

"Yes, but that does change the facts that I know to be true now. Gaster was always an anomaly in space time as far as the fandom knew. If he had been from another world in the first place… If just makes so much more sense."

"So if you are this Gaster guy, are you going to try to get to the Underground or something."

"I guess I have too."

The two of you sat in an awkward silence for a few minutes. "Well, I'm going to the Rec center. Good luck on your quest Gravity or whatever. I'll see you later." He grabs his gym bag and walks from the room and from your life, even if neither of you know it then.

Notes:

First chapter done! Welcome to the first fic I have posted since I graduated High school. *tosses confetti* So yeah this is probably going to be the darkest chapter for a while. There will be death and more light level body horror a plenty but not for a while. Chapters will go up ever Monday and Friday hopefully. I am prewriting a few chapters before I post so any comment and suggestions might take a bit to go into effect. Unless I decide to rewrite the whole thing again. Anyways, expect King Fluffybuns next chapter. See you on the flip side. -Void