The Gaster Effect

by The Angel of Blank Wings

Gaster has found a way to make his presence known to the world. as he fabricated his own "timeline" he found a way to isolate determination for himself, but Unlike Alphys, he had a more unique sample. a cracked human soul. now, noticing the anomalies occurring in the timelines, he has decided to now attempt to root out the problem. what will W. D. Gaster uncover?

2. Chapter 2: Anomaly

To start off everyone, I wanted to apologize about the last chapter. I didn't know there was no support for the Wingdings font,and if there is, I just can't see it on my phone when I try to look up my story. Either way, I will not be using wingdings or any other font from here on out. You all will also have to wait for all of my other chapters because I am crippled with depression and writers block, so I will not be posting regularly. I apologize for the inconvenience.

Chapter 2: Anomaly

This was Professor W. D. Gaster's first live test for his invention, the deGaster. It is meant to take something nonexistent, and place it into existence, with a fabricated soul as well for good measure. He tested it first on a small tree branch from one of his fabricated flowers. He studied the subject, but after almost a minute, the branch suddenly disappeared without even so much as a trace. He had no evidence to suggest it was a success, but he also had no evidence to deem it a failure. He resolved to becoming the next, and living, test subject for the machine. He had stepped inside of the chamber, about the size of his head, and he used a miniature fabrication of himself to turn the machine on. All reading were at first normal for the beginning 30 seconds. Then, there was the room spinning. It felt like an elevator on the inside, but on the outside, it looked like a revving rotary engine. Gaster remained still, until at the 45 second mark, the chamber was filled with sparks from all sides. It continued to move, and Gaster was still standing still, as if a statue. He began feeling things that made him shudder on the inside. Pain, pleasure, anxiety, joy, sadness, and fear were all plaguing him at once, body and mind, and he started feeling it: a soul. Though fabricated, he still felt it as his own. His expression had not changed, until the motions had ceased. As the door into the chamber popped open, he stepped out.

The proffessor could not even believe his own eyes. Though he did not look amazed, he was. Looking up, he saw that he was in a cavern, the ceiling of which was covered in star-like crystals that lit up and glowed. He lifted his hands out from his charcoal-black coat, and with it a sort of device. He it showed a number of wingdings, which told Gaster that he was in one of the unfabricated timelines. However, he began seeing spikes and drops in the frequency. The way he had entered, he knew it couldn't have been his own appearance. He resolved to search his designated area.

Walking around, Gaster saw not even a single living creature. What had happened to everything? Walking further, he saw a possible answer. Gaster stood before a pile of ashes, and as he walked to it, he noticed some of it sparkling. It was the remains of a destroyed monster. Or, rather, a group of them. From the patterns he saw on the ground, they were struck down as they were fleeing something. But fleeing what? He assumed that whatever brought these poor monsters to their untimely end was the same entity creating the anomaly in the timeline. He continued forward, until he had hit a bridge. There, had he still had a real soul, he would have been broken by fear, but he stood there, amazed by the sight he had witnessed.

A monster, clad in blackened armor, holding mystical spears, was fighting against a human child bearing what looked to be a plastic knife. The monster, though at first seeming to hold her own, was in fact losing. As she glided into the air, spears rained down upon the child, but the child evaded every one of them, and landed a blow to the center of the armor. As the monster fell to the ground, she lifted her body up high. She was still smiling with courage, but as she spoke, she began to melt into a type of slime. Even in this state of deformation, she was still managing a widened smile. The child took a long look at the monster, and smiled, almost seeming to silently laugh. It then frowned, looking over at Gaster at the other end of the bridge. Gaster did not hesitate. He pressed his hand forward, a larger recreation of his own hand grabbing the child and slamming it to the ground. It quickly stood back up, and dashed forward, but was once again picked up, and again slammed onto the ground. Blood was now visible coming from the human's mouth, but it persistently stepped forward, and the closer it had gotten, the more it had been slammed down by Gaster. Then, an anomaly struck him. One he would never forget bearing witness to. The final time he had attempted to slam the child, he felt a weave of air flow past him. He noticed that the child was right back where it was after killing the other monster, grinning as before, but then, frowning, and without hesitation, it lunged forward, faster than the first time. It successfully dodged Gaster, and stabbed him in the center of his coat, where hi fabricated soul was. He felt immense pain ,but did not react to it. Instead, he felt his body fade away into dust. He had become another one of this child's victims. As he felt himself wither away, an all too familiar darkness greeted him. He had remained,as when he started, nonexistent.