Jevil fled the room, his eyes now streaming cold tears that left silvery traces on his face as they fell. He collapsed in a darkened room, one he visited often when he wanted to be alone. No-one else seemed to know the location of it, and he never saw anyone even come down. Not to clean, not to visit, not at all. So he had decided to claim it as his own.
His legs gave way and he fell limply to the floor. His sobs grew louder, for he knew that no-one would here him down here. It was a disheartening thought, so he distracted himself by thinking about what he had done.
Jevil had only faltered for a second, but oh, how Seam had been so angry at him! He would never have done anything wrong to him on purpose, not for someone as kind and loving as Seam! But he had, and in that sense, he had failed, so what was there left? Would he really forgive him for what he had done, and annoyed him so much? And would he be able to forgive himself even if he did?
His situation felt hopeless, and Jevil kept weeping until he felt useless and the sobs turned into hiccups. He hung his head, and felt ashamed of his actions. But that was when he felt a hand laid on his shoulder, a comforting gesture, perhaps, but from who? He looked from the skeletal hand, to the round, white face staring at him. The figure from earlier. Jevil stared back at him, and in the darkness the person? seemed to have no body, simply the whole of the darkness, though more of the bony hands were suspended in mid air. They were strange, and had a hole straight through the middle, or so it seemed. The jester tested it out by poking his finger through, and found that though there seemed to be nothing there, the negative space seemed to have mass, a jelly-like texture that felt so weird to touch.
Just then the figure spoke. It's gaping mouth did not move, though sounds came out, nonsensical noises, though somehow Jevil could hear their meaning in his head. "Little jester, why are you here?"
He had a feeling that the stranger knew what happened, but told him anyway. "I messed up, not good, not good. Seam was very angry"
"I see"
A pause for a moment.
"Would you like to see?"
"See, see? But what would I see?"/p
"Oh, I can show you a great many things..." Two hands wrapped around his face, and he peered through the holes in their palms. And for the first time, he truly Saw.
He Saw the world as it truly was, nothing but a game, a game played by children. Children who had grown tired, bored and left it, abandoned it. He Saw the people he had once known as friends, now just pieces in the grand scheme that would never be realised. He Saw himself. Terrifying yet calm as he Saw his form, the one he had been given before it had begun, and so he Knew that he would never be able to see his world the same. No-one would be a distraction, not now that he could See them. And the hands came away.
He looked up sagely at the stranger, a true stranger, and nodded. "I see, thank you, thank you." He hesitated for a second. "But what do I call you?"
The white face leaned down close and spoke once more, "you can call me... Gaster"