20/02/16: Changed the year when all of this happened; just started to think 17xx might be too far in the past, and a bit of a no-sense, since fonts were invented for computers, and they didn't exist until 1946.

It's quite complicated making things fit in place, so, just ignore when the real fonts were created.

Warning(?): This story contains many strange or unique headcanons and various OCs (at the moment, 1) that has an "undeveloped" or barely existent personality.

Facts, few of my headcanons, and a few other things are at the end of the chapter.

Please, enjoy!

On a rainy day, on an unknown year, around 19xx.
A dark, tall, shapeless figure was running on the streets of Green Forest, on the middle of the night.
Almost breathless, and sounding very ill. It appeared to be carrying something.
"w-we... we are almost there dear, do not... worry..."
A raspy voice could be heard, sounding even more and more sick.
With the sound of its steps, there was a loud sound accompanied of a:
"No! No...! No, no, no no..."
It lifted up something pretty big. Whatever were inside of it, it started to emit an horrible, ear-piercing sound.
"Shhh... Shhh... do not worry. You'll be safe soon."
The tall figure reched a door, from where light still could be spotted to be coming from the house: it meant somebody was awake and living there. Leaving the "thing" in front of the door, the tall dark figure knocked on the door, and started to run away, dissapearing in the night.

Web Dings Dingbat -a very lonely Royal Scientist skeleton-, was resting on his favorite couch in his living room that rainy night, while he was reading a book he had bought the day before: "Can two different species reproduce?". It was those calm, rainy days, that he liked the most.
After getting comfortable, someone rang the bell. "Ugh, who could it be now...?" "Eh, I'm coming!"
Lifting from his comfy couch and walking to the door, kind-of-mad; though, a bit worried that whoever was outside there didn't had an umbrella, and now were soaking with the rain cascading down from his roof, ready to complain about it whenever he opened the door.
He wasn't ready to hear-...
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!"
...a bone-chilling sound, coming from behind the door. Desesperately, he reached for the knob and opened the door so hard it felt like he almost had broken it. Outside, in the porch, there was a basket, with a blanket inside covering something... a poor baby.
Without thinking twice, he took the basket in, and set it in front of the chimney; the little creature was still crying, but in a lower tone, phew. He instinctively went to the kitchen and started to search something for feeding the baby. He stopped for a second.
"Hey, I'm not going to adopt him or her, why I am doing this!?"
"Though... she, he, probably hadn't eat in days, or if she/he did, s/he might be hungry again by now. I know babies eat a lot."
He questioned himself, as he was trying to find a good way to refer to the baby.
Stopping his train-of-thought for a second, he felt it akward how silent it was; being it that, when he bought the little one inside, it was crying so hard he couldn't think over the idea of why was it there, or why did he get it in. Those where his parental instincts kicking-in for the first time of his life. After all, the monster had always been a loner, and mostly rejected by everyone. He never felt something that weren't 'hate' around other people, though, he wasn't antisocial nor anything; he just felt misunderstood. Everybody feels misunderstood at least once, but his problem was a bit "special"; since he was born, he was abandoned the same way the little one he found that day. His parents went far away from him, and he was left on his grandmother's door. She even admited once to him that she didn't want to accept the responsability of taking care of him. He'd been always ignored by everyone, his classmates, every kid/teen/adult on the neighborhood, nowadays most of his co-workers... like he had some kind of horrible curse. Though, he didn't care lately; he was rich, had a nice house, his experiments went well (most of the time), and at least the "curse" didn't affect Asgore!
Which left him on the position he was in.
After stopping this second train-of-thoughts (Narrator: gosh, he thinks a lot. WebD: My life is interesting! Now, please continue.)

He went to the living room to check on the baby, it was calmly asleep, apparently tired of crying, yet whining as he snored. (Narrator: it's not.)
As he observed him more closely, he could see the true reason of about why it cried so much; its little skull had a big crack that went from one eye to the other, almost surrounding his whole head. It was surprising it was still alive; it was surprising it calmed down with such a big wound. He sitted on his couch to think for a while what to do, even if he didn't want to keep it, he had at least to heal that before it could get worse. Also, it was going to be a way to get close to someone that couldn't nor didn't want to run away from him.

After planning for a while, he got all he needed:
- A "First-AID Kit"
- A Teddy bear (in case it bites)
Silently, he tiptoed to the living room couch, and left everything over the coffee table.
Jumping from behind under the couch (not so silently) he took out the things he was going to use from the kit, and lifted the basket over the table, close to him. The little one was awake and aware, as much as its -unknown- age let him to be. Web Dings lifted him carefully and held it with one arm, while tracing softly with his finger a bit around the wound, the baby didn't complain, which meant that it didn't get infected nor didn't hurt; which was good and helpfull.
Since it was a baby, he couldn't perform the normal procedure of "putting surgical staples and waiting until it healed". So, even if this second option made him a bit nervous, he tested on it a special antibiotic ointment he made around a month ago. (he had broken an arm, and after experimenting mixing various ingredients, he miraculously found something that could fix a bone.) After so, he started to bandage its head, trying to find a way of covering completely the crack yet letting him see with the only eye he had left; on some other places, he added band-aids. Now, the healing process was really starting!

And now was part two of the plan: Identifying if 'it' was a 'she' or a 'he'
That had been intriguing him for too long now! And he found it insulting to refer to him as an "it", but he knew no other "genderless" term. Procuring to still be gentle to it, he lifted up a bit the black gown the baby was wearing, and then checked inside the diaper. He was surprised to see that, while the head was obviously a skull, the rest of the body had skin and apparently "visible" organs.
Oh! And it's a "he"! And he was clean too.

The little one mantained calmed at all moments, like ithe knew what Web Dings what doing; or, probably, once again his age prevented it from doing anything else. Seriously, how old he was?
Web Dings considered he was a 1-week-old newborn, since he didn't do much and it looked like his eyes opened for the first time just a few days ago. He truly knew nothing about babies, though. Now, it was time for part three of his plan: Going to Sleep. (yes, that's his master plan)
With him still in his arms, he could see he was pretty much awake and not willing to go to sleep any sooner. Cradling him gently till they reached his bedroom. He placed him at the left of the bed, and made sure to add some "extra pillows" that he could find, to prevent him from falling in any way. Changing into his pajamas, he layed on the big bed at the other side and hold him close, to embrace and protect him from anything, as he also began cooing to the babies ear, until both fell asleep.

Even if he didn't know how to talk, nor could do much, he must admit he was getting attached to the baby... He was the cutest and sweetest thing he had ever met or seen.
Though... how would he explain this to Asgore...?

A few facts and things about this:
1. 19xx is the "year" when "this events took part"
2. Not sure how much of "Gaster's life" I will cover, depends on if people likes this idea/story or not.
3. Excuse my English
4. This is one of the first stories I've written after a long time of being too embarassed for writing and even more publishing something.
5. Excuse my English x2
6a. The family's surname, "Dingbat", is the name given to fonts that are mostly made of symbols like Symbols, Kalocsai, Web Dings, Wing Dings, etc.
6b. The first Dingbat was ITC Zapf.
7. If you'd like to think so... this happens in an alternate timeline or universe.
8. Excuse my Enlglish, and enjoy this x8
9a. I like to think the Underground started very different from what it is "now" in the game:
*Snowdin were Green Forest
*Waterfall were Frozen Swamps
*Hotlands were SeaWorld (:P)
*The Core were merely known as "The Void", and didn't exist at the moment.
*The Ruins never changed.
9b. ...Asgore's father named every place. Then, when Asgore became king, he renamed them.
9c. The names were changed because the appearence of the places changed too, because the Underground underwent a big climate change that affected almost every zone.
10. I must admit KudleyFan93 inspired me to register, give her a review, and write/publish something, seriously, that's amazing, hahah

Thanks