Hi guys, so it's been a while (long long while) since I've ever done any sort of substantial fanfic writing, and Undertale has me smitten so much that I want to break out my typing fingers and try banging out a fic or two.
This is a Gaster x Reader, cause I love me some bone daddy. Reader is address as Y/N, is gender neutral, and has a stutter. There will most likely not be any smut in this, but kissing and fluff most likely. This will be multi chapter, but don't ask about update times, cause even I'm not sure when I'll be updating.
Please let me know what you all think!
You tuck your face into your scarf as a biting wind blows through the park you were walking through. Winters at Ebott City were always particularly harsh compared to other parts of the country. There used to be fairy tales when you were a kid about how the harsh weather was due to a curse placed on the humans for crimes against monsters thousands of years ago. That's all monsters were back then. Fairy tale creatures, apparitions, boogiemen that go bump in the night to scare kids to go to bed on time. No one expected there to be actual monsters. One day, they just showed up.
Apparently some kid who fell down Mount Ebott broke the barrier that was keeping them all trapped. Part of you was extremely interested in the new life that populated the Earth, you also wondered how an entire civilization could be hiding underneath the city for millennia and not be found. You spent a whole day researching all you could about the monsters, but you gave up when you found out everyone was as clueless as everyone else.
It's been about three months since monsters moved in. Sure, there were a couple riots, and a few hate groups popped up, but nothing more than what usually happens when humanity gets spooked. Quite literally actually, you've seen a few ghost and skeleton monsters around the city. Cool stuff.
You idly checked the timer on your phone, 28 minutes; you made good time at the store today. You still haven't quite beaten your record, but you were close, especially since you had the extra chatty cashier today.
You sort of prided yourself on just how well you can avoid society, you were practically the living embodiment of a shut-in. You had to be- crippling anxiety, depression, and a whopping dose of awkward you so graciously inherited from your father's side of the family completed the mental mess that was…you.
You had been timing how quickly you could shop and get back home. You never really had to go anywhere else besides the grocery store anymore. Clothes and anything else could be bought online, and you were lucky enough to get a work from home job that paid enough for a small apartment in the city. It wasn't much, but it was home.
And oh, you could not wait to be home. You had a box of mac n cheese with your name on it. It was Friday, and you didn't have to log into work for the whole weekend. You almost didn't know what to do with yourself.
You checked the time again and cringed when you saw you were falling behind. You popped in your earbuds and played some fast paced music- that always made you walk faster. Your head bobbed along with the beat as you briskly made your way through the park. It was late, past dark, which meant it was empty. You weren't worried or anything, the neighborhood was a nice one, and you kept a small pocket knife in your bag for emergencies anyway.
What you weren't prepared for however, was the deafeningly loud static that suddenly flooded your earbuds. You yelped and yanked the cords out of your ears on reflex. Grabbing your phone, you paused the music, only to still hear the awful noise still coming through them.
You cursed, these were brand new buds dammit, and they already broke. You pulled the jack out of the phone, and froze. The static still didn't stop. You stared at the cord in your hand, breathing heavily.
This was like something from a horror movie, and you weren't having any of it. You shoved your earbuds and phone back into your pocket and quickly took off, not quite running, but you wanted to when you realized that the static in your pocket was steadily getting louder.
You looked this way and that and you felt tears well up in your eyes at the stress. You were always a bit of a crybaby. Turning toward the exit of the park, you falter and nearly fall to your knees as a terrible screeching filled your head. You dug your palms into your temples, hoping, praying for some sort of relief. Why was it so loud? Why wasn't anyone else freaking out? Surely there would be cars screeching on the road, or people yelling from the god awful noise.
You gasped when all the noise cut out at once. The screeching stopped, your earbuds were silent, and the only thing you could hear was the left over ringing in your own head. You sat where you fell (when did you fall?) and tried to catch your breath.
You kept your palms to your head, dizzy from it all.
You froze again at the sound. It almost sounded like a language, but you couldn't understand it.
You turn from your spot on the ground to the source of the sounds. Behind you was a puddle. An impossibly dark, black puddle. That was bubbling. Why was it bubbling?
You gasped as something started coming out of the puddle. You scrambled back until you hit the lamp post behind you.
"S-Stop! St-Stay a-aw-wway!" Ah yes, that lovely stutter of yours, how intimidating. You blindly went through your bags, looking for your knife. You couldn't tear your eyes away from the slowly forming figure if you wanted to.
You nearly scream again as a white face appears from the ink black, white hands with holes in the middle followed. Black eyes with white pinpricks stared at you. It looked like the ghost from Spirited Away. Or one of those creepy pasta monsters you read about late at night.
You pressed yourself against the lamp post as the creature crept closer and closer to you. It only stopped a foot from your face, and you felt yourself going insane just by staring at the thing. Your vision blurred as tears filled your eyes. This was it, this was how you were going to die. You were staring at some demon spawn like a deer in headlights and it was going to kill you and drag you to hell.
You flinched when one of the hands wiped a tear off your cheek. It was murmuring to itself in that alien language before the pinpricks met yours again. Its mouth stretched from one side of its face to the other in a Cheshire grin that looked way too much like that Jeff the Killer creepy pasta for your liking.
"P-please…" you sobbed as you tried to meld and become one with the pole at your back. Your breaths were shaking and you slowly started to feel yourself fall into a panic attack. The creature had the decency to look similarly panicked at your state. Its hands starting flying around, and it looked like…sign language?
It noticed your attention and stared frantically signing again.
"Um…I-I…I d-ddon't know s-sssign la-aanguage…" You swallowed the growing lump in your throat. Your stutter was coming out full force now.
It looked even more panicked now, turning this way and that, searching for something. It suddenly stopped and turned back to you and you felt something in your pocket moving. You hold down a scream again, only letting out a high pitched whine as your phone floated out of your coat pocket and over to the creature.
It turned your phone around several times before floating it back to face you. The screen glowed bright white and you saw the text that took up the screen.
I DID NOT MEAN TO FRIGHTEN YOU.
NO ONE HAS SEEN ME BEFORE.
…What? You looked from the phone to the creature. Its hands were wringing together and looked nervous, but it seemed to have a hopeful gleam in its eyes. Well, you were still alive anyway, brownie points for the hell demon.
"U-um…" You guessed it couldn't hurt to try to talk to the thing…right? You took a breath to try to calm yourself before continuing. At least you could know what the thing that was going to kill you was.
"A-are…are y-you a uh...a m-m-mmmonster? F-ffffrom the Undergr-ground?"
The thing perked up again and you saw static over your phone before new text appeared.
YES.
I AM SORRY FOR SCARING YOU.
Well, now you just feel like an ass.
Your phone floated closer to you and you reached for it with a shaky hand. You swallowed again and looked at the monster. You let yourself relax slightly. It hasn't killed you yet, and if it was a monster from the Underground, they were peaceful from all the news stories you've read.
"I-it's ok-k-kay. M-mmy nname is Y/N." Your heartbeat slowed to a somewhat normal rate and you found yourself able to breathe a bit easier. You saw your phone static over again and glanced at it.
THAT IS A NICE NAME.
MY NAME IS GASTER.
"O-Oh, it's n-nnice to meet you." You replied quietly and started to stand up. Your legs were still a little wobbly, but you held onto the lamp post for support. The monster, Gaster, looked to you with what looked like concern. You phone staticed over.
ARE YOU ALRIGHT?
You nodded and went to retrieve your bags that fell. As you went to pick one up, you jumped when the items that fell out floated up and collected themselves back into the bag. You looked to Gaster and he had a shy smile, and you gave a small smile back. Huh, definitely not as creepy now compared to earlier.
"Thanks." You straightened out your jacket and situated your bags before turning to the monster. "H-have a good night, sir."
You were about to turn away to walk home when you caught sight of the sad look his face took on. His hands were wringing together again, and he looked gloopier.
Your cousin was right, you were too nice for your own good. You internally sighed and braced yourself.
"Do…you have a-anywhere to go to? Are you s-ssstaying somewhere?"
You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. Taking it out, you frowned slightly.
NO.
You bit your lower lip in thought. Should you? Could you? You knew you would never forgive yourself if you left knowing he had nowhere to go.
"Um…You can cr-crash at my plllace if you need t-to. If you w-wwant." You felt better when you saw him smile again and looked at your phone when you saw it light up.
I WOULD APPRECIATE THAT GREATLY Y/N, THANK YOU.