Yeah. This is really bad. Don't expect ANYTHING out of this.

"Hello, sonny!" a little old skeleton man is sitting by the fireplace in a plush red velvet chair. Across from this chair lies another chair, equally as comfy looking. You stay rooted to the spot, but dip your head in greeting to the elder. "Hmm… you must be the one my grandson was chatterin' 'bout!" he goes on, smiling a little as he says this. He then shakes his head, laughing, "Hah, Papyrus… that young whippersnapper always keeps me informed, he does!" and you don't know what to do.

He then gestures to the chair across from him, in an indication of what you assume to mean "sit down", so you cautiously walk towards the chair and slowly lower yourself onto it. It's as comfortable as it looks.

The man suddenly speaks up again, exclaiming, "Oh, golly gee! I almost forgot to introduce myself! I'm Semi Serif, but everyone just calls me Grandpa Semi since I'm an old geezer, hah!" you grin and he says, "Anyways, you're here for the story of my son Webdings, right?" and you nod in confirmation. The skeleton sighs, and responds, "Oh, Webdings… my son…" then gives you a small, sad smile, continuing, "The doctors warned us about it, child. But we didn't listen, hah…" and his expression becomes wistful. "We didn't listen, and now Verdana's gone, and so is Wingdings."

You don't know how to respond. He sounds so broken, and you want to hug him so badly, but decide against it. You barely know this guy, and he could react badly. He then laughs, a painful laugh. "You can get all snug in that there chair, little chiddler. We got a long story ahead of us…"

It was the best day of our lives when Verdana had her twins. They were both boys, so tiny and cute. Upon checking them, we found that Webdings was rather frail, with an HP of 70, while Wingdings was inexplicably strong, with an HP of 666666…?

We fondly named out little tykes after their respective fonts, Wingdings and Webdings. Verdana and I had previously decided that both boys would keep her last name, Gaster.

We took them home and raised them with love and kindness. Verdana liked Wingdings best, but I had a personal preference for Webdings. As the years passed, we began to love our sons even more, if that was even possible, hah!

But when they were eight, things began to go all wrong.

As Verdana and I were settling into our bed one night, we heard a shrill screech from the boys' bedroom. Verdana whipped out of bed and sped towards their room; I was following close behind. When she flung open the door in panic, we stopped dead at the sight.

There was Wingdings, gripping a bloodstained knife. Webdings was cowering away in the corner, whispering things such as,

"Please go away, please don't kill me, I promise I'll be good, I won't do it again, save me please..."

I ran over to Webdings, who was sobbing hysterically, not seeming to realize we were there. I murmured gently,

"Webdings… are you alright? Did he hurt you?"

He shook his head faintly, and I scanned his body over for injuries. Upon inspection, I found a deep gash in his femur. It was oozing marrow, and I knew he's need hospital treatment for this. I then checked him, finding in cold fear that he only had 15 HP left (I guess I was half relieved – with Wingdings' Attack stat of 66666, I was honestly surprised that he didn't just kill Webdings…).

I gathered Webdings in my arms and turned to listen to Verdana and Wingdings talk.

"What the hell was that, Wingdings?! What's gotten into you, attacking your brother like tha-,"

"I-I SWEAR I DIDN'T DO IT… IT WAS WEBDINGS, NOT M-,"

"ENOUGH!" Verdana roared, eyelights locking with Wingdings', who shrunk away.

I then remembered that Webdings was still injured.

I slipped on my shoes and coat and ran all the way to the Waterfall hospital, hoping with everything I had that Webdings would be okay.

Yeah. I toldja, this is BAD.

Anyway, they live in Waterfall, just in case you were thinking they lived in Snowdin or New Home.

Also, I headcanon Grandpa Semi to remember Wingdings since he was (is) his son.

Don't expect too consistent updates. I might set an updating schedule later on, and when I do I'll tell you, but for now, this story will have sporadic updates.

Seeya next time!

- SnowPlume