"So, do you know of monsters? It doesn't seem like you do," Gaster asked. He was still in the safety of the small bag.
The girl shook her head. "Can't say that I've EVER heard of you, or monsters like you."
"Are we in Ebott?"
The girl tilted her head. "What? I've never seen that on a map."
"Where are we then?"
She furrowed her brow. "We're in New York, New York. Didn't whatever machine or whatever you used to get here tell you this?"
"No. What is 'New York'? I am sorry, but even in my world, I haven't had the time to properly research."
The girl gasped. "You don't know about this city? This grand city, where dreams come true?"
"Can't say that I've ever heard of it. Sorry human."
The girl scoffed. "Well, we might not be able to be friends then. "
"Not to be rude, but didn't I meet you just a few moments ago? We didn't have enough time to properly get to know each other." Gaster chuckled. "Oh well. You and my son, Papyrus, would get along really well, I think."
The girl stopped. "Hmm. I feel like I've heard that name before." She shrugged. "I don't know."
"So human, where are we going?"
"I have a name, you know."
"Oh! I am deeply sorry! I didn't mean to be rude. What is your name?"
"My name's Megan," she introduced. "And it's fine. I didn't exactly share my name either."
Gaster let out a sigh of relief. "So, Megan, where exactly are we going?"
"Well," she started "I gotta get home, so we'll start there. Who knows? Maybe my sister's seen something. Once I get home, however, please don't say anything until I ask you. We don't want you freaking out everyone in the house"
"I understand. Thank you for your help."
"SO! WHO ARE WE LOOKING FOR FIRST, THIS GASTER FELLOW OR THIS FRISK PERSON," Plushtale Papyrus asked.
"i think we should look for frisk first, actually. gaster'll come find us, but we don't know where frisk is either, and i kinda want this magic stuff to wear off."
Papyrus nodded. "Yes! I am tired of not being able to properly emote!"
"SO WE'RE LOOKING FOR A FRISK! ...WHAT DOES A 'FRISK' LOOK LIKE?"
Plushtale Sans waved his hand. "relax bro. if we're looking for frisk, i know where they are. just... i don't feel you need to come."
"BUT WHY NOT?" Plushtale Papyrus put his hands on his hips.
"bro, you don't like my science stuff." He got an idea. "hey bro, why don't you try making that yarn spaghetti for everyone?"
Papyrus and Sans shared a look of confusion, or at least close to one. "yarn... spaghetti?"
"How do you even eat like this," Papyrus demanded.
Plushtale Sans shrugged. "kinda hard to explain, but fabric-based foods can just be absorbed by monster souls in this form."
"I DO WISH THAT I COULD TRY NORMAL SPAGHETTI," Plushtale Papyrus exclaimed.
Plushtale Sans gave Plushtale Papyrus a pat on the back. "me too bro. me too."
Megan stormed into her house. "Welcome to casa de Megan!"
"Why are you announcing that this is the 'house of Megan'? I pay the bills, so if anything, it's my house," her mother playfully scolded.
Megan shrugged. "Cause I'm a little crazy?"
"Well! Now I've got a confession from you," she joked.
"So! I'm going to my room," Megan announced.
The mother smiled. "Okay. I'll call you if I need you."
Megan grinned and ran into her room. She shut the door and turned to a girl, sitting on her bed. She had red hair, pale skin, and freckles. "Hey Sam! I found something while coming home!"
Sam sighed and rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me you brought home another cat."
Megan shook her head and pulled Gaster out of her bag. "Behold!"
Sam looked confused. "What's that?"
"Go ahead, tell her who you are," Megan insisted.
"Megan, you do realize that toys can't-," Sam started. She was cut off by Gaster.
"Greetings human... or... Sam?" He sighed. "My name is," he started. He stopped once he saw Sam's scared expression. "Are you okay?"
Sam froze and stared at the toy. "D-Did you bring home a haunted toy, Megan?"
Megan shook her head. "He says that he's from a different dimension."
"Megan, what if the ghost is lying?"
The toy did the closest he could to frowning. "Child, what good would come from me lying to you? I want to get back to my home so I can help my sons."
Sam squinted at the toy. "There are more of you haunted toys?"
"This is not our natural forms!" He sighed. "I think perhaps, we got off on the wrong foot." He held out his hand. "Greetings. My name is W.D. Gaster, former Royal Scientist of the Underground."
Sam began to laugh. "The Underground? Royal Scientist? Yeah, whatever. And I'm the former Judge!"
"Do you know what he's talking about," Megan asked, confused.
Sam scoffed. "Well, yeah. Looks like the ghost is trying to be a person from Undertale, specifically, an original character they came up with," Sam accused.
"I do not appreciate being accused."
"Oh! Oh! Oh! So, who's your girlfriend? Let me guess, Undyne or Toriel is your wife."
"But I'm," Gaster started.
Sam grinned. "So you don't like those two? Let me guess again. Sans or Papyrus."
"Why would I be in a relationship with my sons," Gaster questioned. He was appalled.
"Oh I see." Sam grinned. "An OC, related to two of the most popular characters, huh? How conceited can you get?"
Gaster sighed, now infuriated. "Listen, human," he snarled. "I do not appreciate this. If you do not stop with your taunts," Gaster began. He tried, futilely, to sign a phrase using his hands.
"Or what, OC?"
"Didn't the Riverperson tell you to 'Beware the man who speaks in hands'?"
Sam shook her head. "Nope. They didn't."
"Um... Sam, I don't think you wanna keep taunting him."
Sam grinned. "Why not? He's just an OC ghost!"
"Quit taunting me."
"Or what? What'cha gonna do, huh?"
Gaster sighed. "I will have to use my magic, lightly, yes, but still."
"What magic," Megan asked.
Sam grinned. "Yeah. What magic?"
A white glow enveloped the doll's face. Blue light filled the air around Gaster's hand.
"What is he doing," Megan asked.
Sam's eyes widened. Her smile quickly turned into a frown. With a swift motion of Gaster's hand, Sam was pushed to the ground. "Oof!"
"Okay, so, you now should realize that I am who I say I am, correct?"
"Look up this W.D. Gaster person Megan," Sam exclaimed.
Megan pulled out her phone and began to search on the internet for the person. She held the phone out to Sam. "Looks like he's an actual character."
Sam's eyes widened even further. "Oh my gosh! I am so sorry Dr. Gaster! I didn't know and I just assumed things when I really shouldn't!"
Gaster released his hold on Sam. "So, now you understand? I am merely trying to get home."
"How did you you even get here," Sam questioned.
"Because of me and a few others, our dimension had a few holes in it, leading to different places, one of which led here. I didn't mean to come here, however."
Sam gasped. "You came... here, of all places?"
Gaster shook his head. "I did not mean to. I was forced into this dimension's portal because of a Chara from a different dimension," he explained. "I have requested the aid of Megan to help find my home. Then I can help Sans and Papyrus search for a way to return us to our normal forms."
"Oh! Can I help," Sam asked. Her eyes were filled with stars.
Gaster nodded. "Of course! Just don't do anything hasty."
"Why would you suggest that I would do something hasty," Sam demanded.
Megan chuckled. A sly grin appeared on her face. "He's right, you know. I mean, you did just annoy what you thought was a haunted stuffed toy."
Sam made an annoyed face, but didn't say anything.
Gaster chuckled. "That wasn't a smart idea, was it? But, nevertheless, I am glad that the humans of this world are kind."
"And I'm glad you seem to be a kind version of this guy," Megan said while scrolling through her phone. "From these pictures, some versions of a 'W.D. Gaster' seems like a pretty evil guy, from experimentations on two skeletons, to amassing a large following to try and conquer... wherever they live."
"You're one of the nice ones, right," Sam asked.
Gaster nodded. "Yes. I would say that I'm a pretty nice guy, mostly. There have been times in my life that I was not proud of my actions, but I've moved past those times."
Sam let out a sigh of relief. "Well, that's a relief." She grinned. "So, where are we searching first?"
Sans and Papyrus walked along the cotton-littered terrain with Plushtale Sans leading the group.
"So! You know where this world's Frisk is?"
Plushtale Sans stopped and nodded. "yeah. but uh... y'know, paps hasn't seen a human. he'd be kinda confused. also...," he started. He didn't finish the thought, and continued walking.
"also... what?"
"well, you know how chara was brought back from death, right?"
Sans and Papyrus nodded. "Yes. Was that Frisk'?"
Plushtale Sans looked confused. "what? why would that be frisk in any way, shape, or form? no. "
"you know, it isn't that strange to think that murder ghost would want to torture frisk. at least that's how it happened in our universe."
"your universe must be pretty strange then." Plushtale Sans stuck his hands in his pockets. "i mean, sure, chara's a pretty big jerk but i don't think keeping frisk hostage in their own body is in chara's skill set."
"So then! What happened to your Frisk?"
Plushtale Sans chuckled. "well, my universe's pretty weird too." He walked to a small house, as big as a shed. He gestured for them to follow. "so, this is my lab. i know, kinda shoddy, but who really needs a big lab when you only set out to do few things, am i right?"
Sans nodded. "does it have something to do with this world's version of gaster?"
Plushtale Sans nodded. "yeah. i miss him. He quickly unlocked the shed and ushered Sans and Papyrus into the shed.
"Try asking Alphys for help! Dad was always there, from what I found out," Papyrus exclaimed.
Plushtale Sans looked at Papyrus and tilted his head. "and uh... how exactly did you find out?"
"Let's just say, when our version of Chara killed me, Dad was the one to help me, at least be able to see what was happening." Papyrus shook his head. "I refuse to say anymore about that timeline."
"that's understandable. wow... geez papyrus, you've been through a lot. kinda glad i convinced my papyrus to stay at home." He locked the shed behind him. "now about frisk..." Plushtake Sans pulled a small drape from something sitting on the table. A small stuffed doll was sitting on the table. It had brown hair, black thread for the eyes and mouth, and tan-looking fabric for skin. The doll was wearing a wizard robe with red hearts on it. A purple and blue sweater could be barely seen from the neck of the robe. "when i said that keeping frisk's soul hostage wasn't in chara's skill set, i never mentioned anything about taking her body and forcing her soul out." Plushtale Sans chuckled sadly. "they're lucky that i'm pretty good with fabrics and such."
And done! So, I decided to be nice and give you guys a really big chapter before midnight in my timezone! Two chapters worth in one! That should make up for my absence yesterday.
So, the poll was to determine if Megan knew what Undertale was.
Durian/Kiwi- Doesn't Know
King Crab/ Umbrella Squid- Knows Undertale
Because I did get one vote for the latter, I did include a character who knows what Undertale is. Whoo!
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Bye guys!