Entry 2:

Gaster

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The small face hovering in front of Gaster radiated curiosity. It was attached to a small person, and a human at that. He hadn't seen a human since the war, when he had been quite young. Well, a live human anyway.

He braced his hands and slowly sat up. A hundred little aches and stinging pains made themselves known as he moved. His face was the worst, a blinding hot line of pain that ran through his left eye. He touched the source of the pain gingerly, and traced it with his fingertips. It was a crack, starting from the top of his head and terminating at the top of his left eye which he could no long fully open. It was such an unfortunate and annoying problem. He was certain it wouldn't impede his work once he got used to it but... He sighed and shifted his focus to the significantly more interesting thing right in front of him.

The human child was still watching him. The intensity of their stare brought to mind the focused gaze of a domestic cat. They had loosely curled brown hair that hung to their chin in a delightful mess. They were wearing a blue and pink shirt and a pair of blue overalls, clipped over only one shoulder. They would be at least a decade old but could be older.

"May I ask where you came from?" He asked them.

They twisted slightly on their feet and pointed to a pile of debris across the room.

He smiled patiently, "I see. And before that? I'm quite certain there was no one else in this room before I started the experiment."

The human's brow furrowed and they looked at him in confusion. They sighed and said, "I was climbing Mt. Ebbott. It was getting dark so I went into a cave. I dropped my flashlight and when I tried to grab it, I fell." Their brow furrowed further and they bit their bottom lip, "I don't know what happened after that. I wasn't falling, everything was still and felt tight like there wasn't enough room in my body and when it went woosh, I was here."

Anticipation boiled in his chest, "What year is it?" he asked.

They looked at him suspiciously, "...21XY."

Gaster smiled. Wonderful. He asked them, "What is your name, dear child?"

"Frisk." They said.

"It is wonderful to meet you, Frisk." He said brushing the dust from his jacket, "I am W.D. Gaster. You may call me whatever you find most convenient. Are you hurt in any way?"

They shook their head, "I'm ok."

"I'm glad." he said cheerfully.

There was muffled shouting from outside the room and the grate of metal on metal as a crowbar was applied to the door.

Gaster looked towards the sound, "It appears the door short circuited in all the fuss. I'm certain my assistants will have it open shortly." He shifted to sit on a clear spot on the floor but didn't attempt to stand. His height tended to make children uneasy. He told them, "It seems I shall have to be the one to inform you that you are currently in the Underground."

"The Underground?" Frisk repeated.

He nodded, "The Underground is home to all the Monsters left in the world. Centuries past we were sealed here after a large and rather brutal war. Most of the Monsters were killed while none of the humans took any direct casualties. It was quite a one sided fight."

Frisk stared at him as the information slowly sank in.

"I can assure you that I will see to your safety personally." He told them.

"You're a monster?" Frisk asked.

"Indeed." he held out his hands, "A skeleton monster, though, I seem to have undergone some significant changes." He turned his hands over and spread his fingers. His phalanges had fused together. He pushed up his sleeve and observed that the bones of his wrist had fused together as well. It was altogether one smooth piece, reminiscent of human physiology, only thinner. He bent his wrist and folded his fingers. The change wasn't restrictive. In fact it was as fluid as before. There was on apparent change in visual representation when he moved a joint, no folds or creases, as when fleshed moved. It appeared that the fundamental characteristics of his matter composition had be altered by the explosion.

The human, Frisk, reached out and Gaster held his hand to them. They touched the side of his palm. The pads of their fingers were soft and warmer than a monster could ever be, due their inefficient matter focused energy exchange.

The door creaked and groaned as his assistants finally managed to get a pry bar between the door and frame and force it open.

Gaster stood up and dusted himself off, "Shall we go?"

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