So… Yeah… I worked out all this backstory and timeline stuff while working on my story "Souls Shining In The Dark" that I ended up getting inspired to actually write out a prequel. You know, something showing the past for the skeleton family that we all like so much. And it gives me more excuses to do some worldbuilding and explore some ideas. Not to mention develop some characters who were only referenced or barely showed up in my other story. That's always fun.

The story is set before the events of the game. To give you a brief idea of the time frame involved, this story will start with Gaster when he's a teenager (around 13) and go all the way up to when Frisk is in the Underground. That's a lot of time to cover. But I think it'll be worth it.

Quick warning though. Due to the fact that this is a prequel, there are some horrible fates that can't be avoided. Asriel and Chara have to die. Sans and Papyrus will lose their mother. Gaster will fall into his creation and disappear from reality, along with his followers. If you're not prepared to deal with having your emotions occasionally twisted into a pretzel, then this may not be the story for you. Whether the good outweighs the tragic parts is up to you.

All right, in case it wasn't obvious, I'm not Toby Fox. I had nothing to do with the creation of "Undertale" or the characters in that game. The characters invented specifically for this story, however, are mine. But you're certainly welcome to borrow them should you want.

Souls Shining Like Stars

"You know our parents are going to kill us when we get back, right?" said Erik, not for the first time.

The young crab-like monster kept his claws clutched together, the stalks of his eyes twisting as he looked around. He'd been relatively difficult to talk into the journey. But even with his hesitation and his certainty of how much trouble they would be in, he agreed to come when he found out who else would be going.

"You keep saying that. If you were really worried, you would have turned back a couple days ago," Trixie said, the bunny-shaped monster circling her shorter companion as her excessive energy kept her nearly constantly moving. "But we all know there are always risks if you want an adventure."

While Erik only wore a yellow scarf wrapped awkwardly around his stout body, she was wrapped in a sturdy brown coat that she claimed went nicely with her lighter colored fur. The three young monsters, the teenagers recently out of stripes, knew that the caverns right outside of Home were supposed to be cold and had dressed appropriately when they snuck out. He'd chosen a thick gray sweater that even managed to cover his neck, though the temperature was less of a problem for him than it was for his companions. Just like with their backpacks filled with food and the scrolls of parchment that he used to map their journey and record their discoveries, he wanted everyone to be prepared for anything.

But they had long since left the cold and snowy caverns with the tall trees that grew with only the limited light of the Underground, light that was reflected off the snow and seemed to make it seem a little brighter. Now the trio were exploring a series of darker and wetter chambers. They kept finding various waterfalls and they had to sometimes wade through the shallower sections of water. Sometimes the ceiling dripped down in constant drops of water, but in other places the ceiling and walls were covered in shining rocks that glittered brightly. And then there were the blue flowers that mimicked their voices, which all three of them tested for quite a while before they finally moved on.

And then there was the huge waterfall dumping human objects in piles. All three monsters were temporarily awestruck as they investigated the items. Humanity had certainly progressed in the centuries since monsters were trapped. While some objects were similar to inventions and developments that monsterkind had worked on in the time since, others were completely foreign. The trio stuffed their backpacks full of the most useful or most interesting items. He especially liked the thick packets of bound parchment with writing and illustrations on them. It certainly seemed more practical than scrolls for storing a lot of information together. He made certain to fit as many as he could until he could barely carry his backpack.

Trixie was right when she called it an adventure. This was the most amazing thing any monster had seen in at least a few hundred years.

No one had explored these tunnels in generations. Not because it was against any laws, but because of fear. They all knew the story. They knew about the war and how many families were torn apart by death. And once sealed behind the Barrier, all the monsters traveled to the point farthest from the entrance to the Underground. Only once they were far away in case humanity decided to finish what they started did the monsters create Home.

It was a decent place to live, albeit unimaginatively named by their king, but it seemed pretty small now. The generations since the war led to some crowding issues. Everyone lived in close quarters with each other. Rooftop gardens and similar steps were essential because there was nowhere else to produce those necessities. Everyone knew every single brick and stone in the place and had memorized the solution for every puzzle in the area. And after spending their entire lives in the increasingly ancient city, exploring the rest of the Underground appealed to the teenagers.

After all, if humans ever intended to storm through the Barrier and kill off the remaining monsters, they would have done so by now.

Well, teenage rebellion explained why Trixie decided to join him on his multi-day hike through unknown territory. And Erik came along because Trixie did.

But his reasons for conceiving the crazy idea in the first place were in some ways far simpler. Why he invited his friends to journey through the rest of the Underground, mapping the various caverns and chambers they found and recording the more unique features? Because he'd wanted to know more. All the questions he'd asked that no teachers could answer and no one else tried to uncover would never be solved if no one ever looked further. Exploring more of the Underground might only be a start, but it was something.

"Hey, is it just me or is it getting warmer?" asked Erik.

"He's right. I'm getting toasty," Trixie said, finally shedding her coat and revealing a tan shirt underneath. "If it gets much worse, I'm heading back to that snowy place instead."

"You only like it because you have fur."

"And you… you have big pinch-y claws. What's your point?"

"My— Whoa! Look at that!"

Erik's shock was well warranted. They'd just entered a huge chamber, one that opened up higher than before and stretched out. The cavern was bright, negating the need for glowing crystals or fire magic to light their path. The heat and orange light came from somewhere below.

Curiosity coaxed them to creep to the edge of the cliff and look. He couldn't keep his jaw from dropping at what he saw. Below was magma, the molten substance stretching out like all the stories about oceans. The huge chamber seemed to be covered in magma.

While Erik and Trixie seemed a little intimidated by it, the skeleton monster stared at the magma in complete fascination. He knew that deep within the earth, stone grew hot enough to melt. Even hidden away in Home for so long, monsters still remembered and taught that piece of knowledge. But he saw so much more than a simple factoid shared by a teacher. He stared at the source of so much heat, light, and power. The sheer potential made his bones nearly shake with excitement.

His teachers said energy can change, that it can be converted from one type to another. They mostly used the example of how magical energy could produce heat and light in the form of fire magic. But there had to be other examples.

And with all this magma and all that potential power, there must be a way to use it. There must be a way to harness that energy and use it to help everyone. Things that monsters had to perform with magic… Could they use the energy from all this magma to do it instead? Why had no one tried it before? Long ago, when monsters journeyed through the Underground for the first time, they would have seen the magma and yet no one ever tried to make use of an infinite power source. It seemed like such a waste.

"Hey," shouted Trixie, her tone making it clear she'd been yelling for a while. When he looked up, she continued, "As I was saying, we can't go any farther this way. Wherever everyone else got across, it wasn't here."

She was right. They were at the edge of a cliff. Further out were little islands of solid land in the ocean of magma. But if there had ever been any natural bridges across or around the magma, they had long since crumbled away. They couldn't go anywhere except back.

"Guess that's the end of our adventure," Erik said. "Mom is going to kill me when we get back though."

"Worth it," said Trixie. "It was completely worth it."

He didn't immediately respond, too busy trying to sketch out as much of this final chamber as he could while he continued to grin about the magma. His mind kept devising various ideas, all sparked from the immense potential of the molten substance. He was not going to forget this place anytime soon.

Finally, as he put the last touches on the map and rolled up the parchment again, Gaster said, "I agree. It was worth the trip."


"WINGDINGS GASTER, YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU PUT ME AND YOUR MOTHER THROUGH?"

He cringed both at the use of his full name and at his father's loud and strongly-accented voice, two things he really didn't want to hear while attempting to sneak back into the house. Marlett and most of that side of the family could barely be understood by the average monster at the best of times. His son's accent only grew troublesome when he was excited or upset. When Marlett was upset, even his wife and Gaster struggled to understand his words.

"I left a note," he mumbled.

"A NOTE? DO YOU THINK THAT MAKES UP FOR THE FACT YOU DISAPPEARED FOR NEARLY A WEEK? YOU COULD HAVE DIED AND NO WOULD HAVE EVER FOUND YOUR DUST. WE WOULD NEVER EVEN KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU. IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?"

The tall and broad skeleton stood next to the table, arms crossed and glaring at his son. He didn't share Gaster and Mistral's eye-lights, so his narrow eye sockets were always dark. And glaring always seemed more intimidating without eye-lights. So when the older skeleton in rough white sweater scolded his son, it did manage to spark a little guilt about what he put his family through.

That didn't stop him from trying to defend his actions at least a little.

"I went with Erik and Trixie. We were perfectly safe and nothing bad happened."

Stepping forward from her place next to husband and smoothing out her blue dress, Mistral said, "And what if something happened to your friends because of your idea? No one can predict an accident and not everyone is as strong as you are, my precious boy. Perhaps you would be able to shrug off a fall from a great height or a cave-in, but they could have been seriously hurt."

"AND NO MATTER WHAT YOU MAY THINK, YOU'RE NOT INVULNERABLE," continued Marlett. "BOSS MONSTER OR NOT, YOU COULD HAVE STILL DIED OUT THERE! FOR SOMEONE SO SMART, THAT ENTIRE DECISION WAS INCREDIBLY STUPID."

"All right, I get it. Running off like that was wrong," Gaster muttered. "Sorry, Mom and Dad. I still think you worried too much though."

His mother stepped even closer and wrapped her arms around him in a hug. While Mistral had thinner bones and a narrower body shape overall than her husband, she shared Marlett's height. So far, Gaster seemed to be taking after her in appearance. But until he hit his final growth spurt, she was still a little taller than her son. The difference in height made it easy for her to gently press her forehead to the top of his skull: the equivalent of a kiss for monsters without lips or the ability to properly nose nuzzle.

"My precious one, you'll understand someday. When you're a parent, you always worry about your children." She pulled back a little so she could look him in the eye socket. "We were so afraid that something would happen to you out there and no one would be there to help. We didn't know if we would ever see you again."

"WE KNOW YOU'RE GROWING UP AND CAN TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF TO AN EXTENT," said his father, calming down from his original outburst. "BUT WHEN WE WOKE UP THAT MORNING AND YOU WERE GONE…"

"Please don't ever scare us like that again," Mistral said, reaching up to cup his face. "Don't make us go through something like that ever again."

Seeing the almost haunted look in his parents' eye sockets, Gaster knew he'd messed up. He should have handled this differently. While he knew they would be mad about him disappearing, he never really considered what thoughts would run through their minds. He didn't realize how their imaginations would conjure horrible possibilities. He never thought what his quest for knowledge would do to his family.

He dropped his head and said quietly, "I'm sorry. I really am."

"WE KNOW YOU ARE."

"We're just so happy you're back safely."

"BUT YOU'RE STILL IN BIG TROUBLE."

Shifting his backpack a little, Gaster said, "Yes, I know."


Their home wasn't particularly large. No one had that much room anymore. Over the centuries, the houses were split into smaller and smaller domiciles. Multiple families would share the same building that was once considered a home for a single family. Gaster's family lived on the upper floor with three rooms while a family of Moldsmals lived below them and another family consisting of a stone elemental, a reptile monster, and their shiny diamond-like daughter occupied the ground floor. On the rooftop, they all maintained the garden where they grew hardy vegetables, strains of cotton magically encouraged and cultivated to thrive in low light, and other necessary crops for the household.

There was no room in Home for wide-scale crop growth or production. Everything was done on a personal level because there was no space for anything more. No one was starving, but it wasn't ideal either.

Since space was a valuable resource, it wasn't surprising that Gaster's room was small. There was barely room for his bed. His clothes and belongings were stored on the shelves he'd attached to every wall. Mostly he kept his scrolls there, but he had a feeling his new prizes from the trip would soon join them.

Well, at least until he copied everything. Then he'd donate the bound manuscripts to the school or something. He wasn't greedy, after all.

Sitting on the edge of his bed, Gaster started emptying his backpack. First, he pulled out his maps. Every tunnel and cavern they explored was carefully recorded. Eventually he would have to go back and transcribe his notes into proper letters that other monsters could read.

He hated doing that. Trying to read regular script would always give him a headache after a while. Normal letters just always seemed like a strain to read, an issue his father occasionally admitted to possessing as well. Gaster had eventually designed an entirely new alphabet that was easier for him to deal with and used it for all his personal notes, though he was still forced to use normal letters when sharing with others. So if anyone else wanted to read the map, Gaster would need to fix it. It would be time-consuming, but necessary.

Next, he pulled out his general notes about the journey. The various plants, the unique features for each section, and so on were meticulously recorded. Again, he would have to transcribe everything. But he looked forward to sharing it.

Finally, Gaster removed a stack of thickly bound parchment. Or at least, something similar to parchment. Each one was thinner and more delicate than normal parchment. Perhaps humans used a different material? He could see some damage from the water, the ink smudged in places and the not-parchment sticking together occasionally. But the outer cover would protect the inner contents slightly, which he considered to be a practical solution. The entire design was practical. Hopefully monsterkind would eventually adopt it in the future.

He tried to grab every piece of educational text he could find in those piles of human creations. Descriptions of science, history, and even a dictionary were all carefully collected. Even seeing what new words that humans had invented could provide a clue about the various developments in the past few centuries. There was no reason to think that two species would make the same discoveries and inventions after being separated for so long.

Gaster considered starting with the dictionary, but just thinking about reading all that small print in the standard alphabet was making his skull hurt. He would just use it for the moment to clarify things as he read something more interesting than a list of words. He pulled out one that seemed to be designed to teach science to children or teenagers. There was even a glossary at the back for certain terms. That should make a good foundation for whatever he might be able to discover with these texts.


Toriel loved her husband and he was wonderful at dealing with people, especially when it involved convincing them to go along with an idea or encouraging them towards a course of action. But he wasn't always the best at the logistics, management, and administrative aspects of ruling. If she was feeling a little grumpy with him on that particular day, she might even say that he was just barely better at it than he was at naming things. But she was fairly adept at handling such matters after so long. Both their marriage and their leadership over the monster was an equal partnership.

Not to say being co-rulers over all of monsterkind didn't have its challenges for them. They were thrust into the roles unexpectedly soon during the war, Asgore's parents dying in battle shortly before humans claimed victory. Married for only a few months, the new king and queen began their reign by leading the remaining monsters deeper into the Underground while the seven human wizards entombed them behind the Barrier. It was… a challenging way to begin, but the two of them worked together to organize the monsters and help keep their hopes up. It wasn't perfect, but everyone was managing.

At least it worked for a while. Toriel knew that something would have to be done soon. While Home was enough at the beginning, letting them feel safe and comfortable in their new settings, the monsters were outgrowing the city. More and more, the issues of overcrowding could not be ignored. Toriel and Asgore had tried to discuss possible solutions and it was becoming clear they would have to eventually leave.

They would have to create new settlements in the rest of the Underground. And to do that, they would need to scout out possible locations that were both safe and spacious. They would need teams to explore, to build, and to accept the challenges of facing life outside the familiar city. Toriel could already imagine the logistics nightmare.

But even with that problem looming on the horizon (if there was a horizon in the Underground), daily life continued. And for the king and queen, that meant open court for any citizen who wished to present their grievances. Asgore and Toriel hated the idea of anyone being unhappy when there was something that could be done and it was helpful to stay on top of problems before they could grow and fester. Some days would have a lot of monsters while others may have none.

Today, only a single monster came to the balcony that overlooked Home and had served as a throne room ever since they surrendered the old building for more housing. With Toriel and Asgore in their identical thrones, he approached with a large box in his arms. He was a young skeleton in a gray turtleneck sweater. He was tall and extremely skinny, even for his kind. And he looked extremely nervous about speaking to royalty, his eye-lights shrinking slightly as he stepped forward. First comers often were a little anxious.

"Howdy," greeted Asgore, smiling at him reassuringly. "What can we do for you?"

"Actually, I think I might be able to help you, Your Majesties," he said, a strange accent tinting his voice. "It's a bit of a long explanation, but I've been working on a way to help the Underground."

"Oh? How so?" asked Asgore, encouraging the monster with his tone.

Digging into his box, the skeleton pulled out a glass orb attached to a smaller box. Inside the orb, she caught a glimpse of a thin coil of metal that was not much thicker than a strand of her fur. Toriel leaned forward as her curiosity grew.

"Based on the books retrieved a few years ago, humans have been harnessing the power behind the lighting storms on the Surface. 'Electricity.' I've managed to reverse engineer it," he said, flipping a small handle on the side of the box.

Neither of them were prepared for the bright light to appear, shining from the glass orb with a strange intensity. Both of the goat-like monsters flinched and squinted their eyes against the sudden glare. It was brighter than candles or the magic crystals normally used for light. The only thing Toriel could compare it to was her distant memories of the sun.

Setting the box down, the young skeleton continued hurriedly, "That's just a small stored amount of electricity from my experiments. We could produce more. A lot more. And all monsters would have access to it and could have light like this for their homes. And that power could be used for other purposes. It's just energy in a form that can be stored or moved easily. How we use it is only limited by our creativity and inventiveness. This is just a starting point." His hands were gesturing excitedly as he spoke and his accent had grown stronger, forcing Toriel to focus more closely on the words. "I've been working on a design for the past few years to do this on a larger scale. To give monsters limitless power to use however we want."

He pulled out a schematic from his container and held it up to demonstrate. Toriel couldn't completely understand the blueprints and what they were showing, but she could recognize a lot of careful planning and work when she saw it.

"It would take some work and it might need some adjusting from what my plans show, but it should be easy to expand it in order to keep up with our increasing energy requirements over time," he explained, every phrase punctuated by a hand gesture at a different point on the schematic. "It would require leaving Home though. The design is meant to be built near the magma so that it can convert the thermal energy into magical energy and then into electrical energy. Though we can also use the magical energy produced itself if we need it. But in order to construct it, we'd need easier access to the molten core of the mountain. We would need to develop infrastructure to travel between Home and the magma chamber. We would need easier paths to transport material for building and monsters to construct it."

Still speaking too quickly to be easily interrupted, the skeleton dropped the schematic back into his box. Then he pulled out a large piece of parchment and started unfolding it.

"Now, I know this seems like a lot of work for some lights, but it'll transform everyone's lives. And other than building the device itself, the biggest requirement would be the infrastructure. Like laying cables to transport the electricity and sturdy paths for travel. At a minimum, we would need to construct bridges at these key locations."

Then he started gesturing at a map. Toriel's hand flew to her mouth while her husband's jaw dropped in shock. The young skeleton was holding a map of the Underground. A very detailed and through map of the Underground, one that covered the tunnels far beyond those surrounding Home. Basically, the information they needed to start hunting for potential sites for future settlements was right there in his bony grip.

"Where," asked Toriel, cutting off his enthusiastic description and abruptly reminding the skeleton who his audience was, "did you get that?"

Ducking his head, he stammered, "I drew it, sir. Ma'am. Your Majesty. You see, my friends and I explored the rest of the Underground a few years ago. Remember all those books and stuff? The human ones? We brought them back, Your Majesties."

She remembered. Toriel remembered the entire thing because it really shook up the routine. Three distraught families, after exhausting all other options days ago, approached their king and queen in the hopes they'd be able to help. Three young teenagers had vanished and could not be found in Home anywhere. They even searched in the deepest part of the Underground, where a thin stream of light from above shone through the opening in the stone. While the Barrier still blocked it as an exit, some young monsters did like seeing it. But the missing teenagers weren't there. Just as Asgore and Toriel prepared to send the Royal Guards out to search in the closest caverns, news came that they'd returned on their own.

The "mysterious" donation of human books and artifacts to the school not long after didn't take much detective work. But they were appreciated. Monsters were quick to investigate and attempt learning from what they discovered. Bound books were quickly replacing scrolls, though they still used parchment since they didn't have the wood pulp or experience to make paper yet. And while monsters had long since exceeded what humans apparently knew concerning magic and Souls, there were some branches of science and technology that monsters had never imagined. Their scientists were still trying to learn and extrapolate what they could from what those teenagers found.

And this young skeleton had already figured out enough to start building off the information and incorporating it with magic, designing something to completely transform their lives in the Underground.

Assuming he was right. And Toriel had a feeling he knew what he was talking about.

"And your map?" asked Toriel.

"While I was out there, I mapped the tunnels as we explored. I sketched them out and took notes. I was curious, Your Majesties."

"Golly, that's impressive. How old were you at the time?" Asgore asked.

"Thirteen, almost fourteen," he said. "I'm sixteen now, if it matters, Your Majesties."

Staring at the young skeleton, Toriel said, "I would like to take a close look at your map for a moment. Please let me see it, will you not? I will return it undamaged."

He hesitated briefly, but he recognized a royal command when he heard it. The young skeleton held out the large piece of parchment and Toriel accepted it delicately. She could see where it had been folded and refolded repeatedly over time. Every chamber, tunnel, intriguing landmark, and important feature was carefully recorded. Strange markings appeared at different points, but normal writing appeared below to provide a translation for his notes. The use of a cipher was intriguing, but the detail of the map was far more important.

This was exactly the level of detail they needed to plan for proper expansion. And he'd done it as a thirteen-year-old.

"What is your name, young one?" asked Toriel slowly,

"Gaster, Your Majesties," he said, bowing slightly. "W. D. Gaster."

Smiling at the young skeleton, Asgore asked, "Well, Gaster, do you think we could have a copy of your map to keep?"

"Yes, Your Majesties," he said, something shifting in his posture to reveal his disappointment. "I have copies at home."

"And we would appreciate copies of your design for your invention, of course," said Toriel. "It would be a shame to risk damaging the original."

That managed to perk him up, his smile brightening at the reassurance that they were interested in his design. His skull bobbed up and down in hurried nods. For a moment, he looked like an excited child rather than just an excitable teenage scientist. It was hard not to chuckle.

"Of course, Your Majesties. I would be happy to provide any materials you might require," Gaster said, his hands starting to twitch with nervous energy.

Unable to contain her curiosity much longer, Toriel decided to learn a little more about the young skeleton. While he watched Asgore smile at the map, she took a moment to subtly Check the teenage monster.

* W. D. Gaster

* AT: 66

* DF: 66

* Far smarter than his age would suggest, but sometimes gets caught up in his ideas.

Toriel forced herself not to react. While he was certainly at the age where he would have grown into the Stats he would normally have as an adult, disregarding minor fluxuations through training and resolve, they were still higher than she expected. There was only a limited number of explanation, but one was far more likely than others. She couldn't prove it without seeing his Soul, but Toriel suspected the young skeleton was a Boss Monster.

They were never the most common, even before the war cut down so many monsters. The trait of being a Boss Monster might appear in a single member of a family line before vanishing for generations until it eventually happened again in a new member. The only way to guarantee that a child would be born a Boss Monster would be for both parents to also be Boss Monsters. There might only be a dozen of them currently alive, scattered throughout the population and in a variety of shapes.

While their marriage was by no means an arranged one, Asgore was encouraged by his family to find another Boss Monster as a spouse. It was preferred to have rulers who could look after monsterkind for a long time and wouldn't die of old age before an heir was ready to take the throne. That stability was reassuring to monsterkind. There was also less risk of outliving your spouse. And she and Asgore did love each other, so neither of them saw a problem with how it turned out.

But if Gaster was also a Boss Monster, then he would stop physically aging soon. And unless he had children in the near future, he and his brilliant mind could be around for a very long time. His sheer intelligence and potential were impossible to hide. He could do a lot of good for monsterkind.

Apparently recognizing the same potential in the young skeleton as she did, Asgore said, "You truly know how to make an interesting first impression, Gaster. I believe that we should discuss your ideas more. Perhaps over tea? You clearly have a bright future ahead of you. Have you completed your schooling yet?"

"I surpassed their lessons a while ago, Your Majesties. I simply didn't inform the teacher of that fact and used the time to further my own studies," he admitted. "Though the schematic was at the core of my work for the past few years."

"Hmm… I don't suppose you've decided on a name for your design yet, have you?" asked Asgore.

"Gorey, no," she said, knowing it was already too late.

"Come on, Tori. What he said about it being 'the core' of his work gave me a great idea."

And so there's the start of this prequel. A little worldbuilding and the beginning of what will someday become the Core. That's a pretty good way to begin the story, right?

All right, just in case you're wondering, here's the inspiration for a few of the names of the characters. "Erik" gets his name simply because I was watching "Phantom of the Opera" at the time I was writing. He got that name for no other reason. "Trixie" gets her name due to being a rabbit-like monster and it has similarities to the name of a breakfast cereal with a rabbit for a mascot.

As for the skeleton names, they are based on fonts yet again. "Marlett" is another symbol font similar to Wingdings. It is mostly used to create user interface icons that are used in the menus and windows and has been around since 1995. "Mistral" is a casual type of font designed to mimic brush and ink, giving the letters a cursive look while seeming very relaxed in style. It is also a rather distinctive font and certainly not something that would be chosen for regular situations like a book report.

Regarding the symbol based fonts like Wingdings and Marlett, since those fonts don't use traditional letters, I've interpreted it as those types of skeletons having a bit of an odd accent.

Anyway, I hope that you like how this story is starting out so far. I have big plans and I'm going to push myself out of my comfort zone eventually. That's right! I'll have to eventually writing something that I rarely explore! A romantic relationship! Gaster has to meet up with his future wife eventually.