Author's Note: I had a lot of fun writing this chapter ;) Also, thanks Dis for the offer. I read your PM and I see you're excited *muahahahahahahhaah*

Chara: Dude, wth.

Wait what?! You're dead and... in... the wrong... time period? Whhhhhaaaaat?

Chara: You're the writer. I'm only here because you wrote me in.

Seagull, you clever fool. Enjoy the long chapter guys while I deal with the dead demon!


Date: December 20th, 1920

Location: Local hospital

Time: Late morning

The sun was rising higher and higher into the sky, the refreshing clouds making the temperature seem to drop slightly. It was already cold enough but by midday, that temperature would soon warm up. If the clouds weren't in the way though.

The light shined through the window onto a neatly organized desk sitting in a gloomy room. The sunlight could only reach so far and anything it didn't touch it gave shadow. Two figures were occupying the office: one tall, one short. One agitated, one nervous.

"Tell them that I will not be taking in anymore bodies!" shouted an agitated tall, slim skeleton. He was dressed in a doctor's coat with a light gray sweater under it. His brown pants matched his black shoes and he towered over all of his workers by at least a foot. Most more than others.

The skeleton towered over the other figure in the room, his hand on the edge of the desk as if ready to break it. He did not need to face the smaller figure to know what she was feeling. The intern always was always nervous around him, even if just having a friendly talk.

"But-but, s-sir. T-The po-police is de-demanding th-that-"

"Alphys, that will be my final say in this. Now, go tell off those pesky officers or I will have to remove them from the perimeters." demanded the skeleton. He wasn't facing the short, shy yellow dinosaur dressed in a similar manner. She had glasses, like him, but had a purple long-sleeved undershirt instead. Her glasses though were on the brink of slipping of her lizard-like nose.

Alphys hung her head low, "Y-Yes, sir."

The skeleton heard the door close behind him and waited a few seconds before turning to the door and staring upon it. He did not expect his intern to be able to remove the police from the hospital but he was ready to jump in if he really needed to. Then again, Alphys always surprises him.

With a sigh, he approached the golden window. The high sun made it seem like summer but it was quite the opposite. With one gaze out of it, the skeleton could see the mob of police outside. He spotted the yellow skin of his intern and adjusted his small, square glasses to get a better view of what she was doing. Telling by the hand gestures she was making and the tension of the police he could deduce that she was trying to get them off the perimeters.

Damn officers. Cannot even take the bodies to a proper funeral home. Or an undertaker. Muffet's is still in business I presume.

Gaster took to striding down through the halls of the hospital, his height and coat giving a menacing appearance. Hardly anyone was working at this hour; it was lunchtime, almost high noon.

The shadows casted in the hallways made the building seem gloomy; the building reeked of suffering. The presence of the police made no differ but Gaster was hardly glad that they were gone; he never liked the aura of those officers, specifically now.

As he walked, the skeleton reviewed through his notes and assignments on paper. The papers were written in various handwritings, with few printed, and most in a rush. This is my reward for hiring buffoons.

The skeleton's stone-face rarely showed emotion; almost no one could tell what he was feeling. Only the slightest of eye movement was enough to send shivers down the spines of the hospital's workers, and the authority of the doctor was beyond.

Footsteps quick and long, hard but soft, Gaster made his way through the maze of corridors and out the back door to avoid any interruption. He never enjoyed the company of familiars at lunch hour, save the exceptional few. As the monster passed by lounge room, he dropped off the papers on the first desk there, sure that no one would have an excuse as to not reviewing them. The room was full of workers, all monsters, and Gaster was quick to not draw much attention; if he did, he just would walk with no response.

Out into the sunlight, into the frigid cold, the skeleton made due to find a quiet café to have lunch at. Only then did he remember that he had forgotten to leave behind his doctor's coat and put on his casual winter clothing. The cold hit him like a blast and he was a skeleton.

True to be fast, he swapped clothing and entered the streets of the city. The buildings did not rise very high, at least a couple of floor but no more than four. Monsters were hustling through the streets, not many automobiles around, and were good to not mind the others around them. For most, Gaster towered above heads but there were the selective few that reached his height. He diverged himself into the crowds, careful to take any turns in search for a quiet establishment.

No one payed him mind and the skeleton was grateful. The less attention, the better. Down into a small alley and scanning for official establishment signs over doors, Gaster picked out the one reading, Natural Bunnies Grocers.

Pathetic but it will due for now. No need to cause attraction.

The door opened with a pleasant jingle of a bell and the cold back of Gaster combatted with the warm chest of him. The aroma was sweet and delicious, promising goods. The scenery was anything but elegant. Small and humble, there were wooden tables of four- at most six in the corners of the room- and the entrance to the kitchen and back was wide open, welcoming anyone daring to go in. The colors summer yellow walls mixing with a fall orange floor and a green wooden counter with a female blue bunny operating it.

Gaster, deciding on being polite, closed the door gently but quickly to not let any cold air seep in more than it already did. The café was not full, barely occupied, and it was a perfect background for the skeleton. As he walked over to the counter, the blue bunny put down a newspaper that she seemed to be engrossed in until the appearance of Gaster fell on her.

"Howdy sir, what could I get cha today?" greeted the bunny pleasantly. Her purple sweater moving with her as she settled the newspaper down.

"Tea with biscuit, ma'am," returned Gaster. The bunny exited from the counter and strode into the kitchen, leaving Gaster to take off his black winter coat and set it folded on the top of a chair from the table next to him. The monster had left her newspaper open and Gaster reached over to examine it further.

Dreemurrs in Crisis

FRIDAY- December 13, 9:56- Police received report of yet another murder, involving the death of the children of the Dreemurr family. Officials say that has no relevance to the series of other deaths throughout the week. Evidence suggests the death was a double suicide; motives are unknown.

When asked about the investigation, Chief Officer Bales responded, "We have everything under control so please calm yourselves."

When asked about suspects, "We are under the heavy impression that it was a double suicide. Either that or the humans have decided to make their moves against us."

Private investigators are advised not to take the case, as ordered by the force.

The front page had a black and white family photo of the Dreemurrs, including the human child who was smiling brightly into the camera along with the monster child who was laughing. They all looked happy enough…

The jingle of the bell signaled the opening of the entrance door. Gaster quickly let go of the newspaper and it mildly smacked against the counter stone. He turned his head to look at who had walked into such a cozy café. A group of police officers had walked in, even though they were wearing pedestrian clothing.

It was easy to recognize the officers. Big and strong, walking in groups, trying hard to pass off as a civilian, they were not convincing anyone. The way they walk into places as if they own the area; the way they immediately look around the room as if searching for someone.

One of them, way in the back of the group, leaned in to speak into the ear of another. Gaster could not hear their words but both were looking dead at him. The rest of the group were socializing with the other customers but the volume was still on low.

"Doctor W.D. Gaster?" one asked. He approached the tall doctor with heavy footsteps. It was a dog monster, big and fluffy but the look of him was not fluffy at all. The dog was about the same height as Gaster and he was followed by a bird monster with red and orange feathers. Both seemed like they wanted a fight.

"Yes, may I help you officers?" questioned Gaster. The blue bunny lady came back from the kitchen but was smart to retire back inside the other room.

The dog monster held a paper and put it into the view of Gaster, prompting the doctor to adjust his glasses and take the paper. It looked official, as bad as the handwriting was.

"A warrant?" asked the skeleton, looking into the eyes of the dog.

"Yes, a search warrant."

"Now tell me why is it that my property is going to be searched, officer?"

"Suspicion of murder, doctor."

"Oh really now? Shall I ask if this is because I refused to take in bodies earlier today or should I already know the answer to my own question, officer." Gaster gave a tone of aggression, not taking any liking to the situation at all.

"This is not related to the current investigation, sir. It is about the 1917 Town Burning."

The words hit Gaster like a brick but he tried not to show it. He folded the warrant and shoved it into his coat's pocket, looking gloomy, "I believed that case was closed. Was there not enough evidence to prove what had happened that day?"

"There was but recent events arose new evidence trailing back to that case. Sir, we only want to confirm the government's suspicions. No one was apprehended that night, sir."

"Well, yes, and the human government ordered you to this, did they not?" Gaster narrowed his eyes at the dog officer. He was fed up with the Monsters having to take orders from a government that they barely have any representation in. And here is the police force taking blind orders from humans.

The officer immediately sensed the aggression and acted ahead of time. He backed off and turned to his associates. He gave them a gesture of "Come" with his paw and the officers began to file out of the door; the dog stayed behind to close the door behind him.

"My name's Officer Jishun, sir. Thought you have the right to know," were the officer's last words before leaving the perimeters completely. Gaster found himself taken back by the event.

The bunny lady came back in with the food but Gaster already gone.


A/N: Soooo... I've decided that each chapter is going to be longer now and I hope you guys enjoy this decision. I'm able to get A LOT more details for character in now, yay!

Also: introducing Doctor W.D. Gaster and Officer Jishun! I swear I slammed my keyboard for that name. ANYHOW, Gaster's gonna be a reoccurring character and Jishun not as much. I mean, it's not like he's gonna be important later on...

No, seriously, he's not. Jishun is only there because of Gaster and he has no significance whatsoever! Or... maybe he does?... Eh, I'll let you guys see for yourselves.

I'll shut up now ;)