Gaster hated being stuck in the rip of space and time. Just because he broke the rules of the universe by trying to time travel doesn't mean he had to be stuck in this infinite time loop. Ugh. Annoying white dogs who believed they knew everything.
But he might as well treat himself with some nice cream. Gaster hadn't had any since before his experiment which ultimately ruined his life. But Gaster decided he didn't care what that white dog said about staying in the shadows, he needed the nice cream. Now.
At the dead of night, he would savior a healthy helping of nice cream, where he could stealthily hide in the shadows. He would pay of course, he wasn't a filthy genocide player.
Snowdin was as glorious as always, even at this late, with silence covering the friendly haven, as people slept peacefully in their homely caverns, not spending a second of their time worrying about the inevitable future which Gaster couldn't help feel envious about. Gaster crept soberly around town, gazing wistfully up at the sky as he anticipated for his worthy destination. A loud gasp escaped his…(?) lips as he stared at the cart filled with succulent swirls of creamy heaven. "Oh my Arial! I haven't eaten something so delicious in such a long time… I can't wait to taste para-"
CRAAAAAAASSSSSSSHHHHH. Gaster shrieked in horror at the sight in front of him. "Holy Wingdings! Am I really that scary looking?" Gaster yelped, staring at his grotesque figure who looked deeply offended.
"What the Helvetica are you talking about imposter? I am just your regular pun making skeleton strolling around town." What Gaster presumed was pre-time travel him grumbled, getting up from where he fell.
Gaster knew he was in a lot of trouble. He exposed himself to his past self. He knew any second a terrifying ball of blinding white fluff would come and throw him back into the merciless void. Gaster strained his ears and held back a scream. He could hear the most blood-curdling sound to all man (and monster) kind. The Dog Song.
A cute (EVIL) white dog perched on the cart giving Gaster an unreadable expression. Gaster waited for the callous, ruthless and unforgiving darkness to envelop him. "Gaster! What are you doing? As the creator of this game you should listen to me. Now go back to the void or you'll ruin the story." The tiny creature said in an annoying tone as he jumped off the nice cream cart. "Look, because of you I had to break the fourth wall unprepared, now can you go back please? :)"
Gaster sighed. Guess eternal loneliness for him again.
As Toby- I mean the annoying dog send him back to the rip of space of space and time, he let out a wail of despair at the realization he never got any nice cream. Oh Verdana.