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Well, I went through it and turns out I put a ton of puns in there! I noticed them only now, but still. And actually, YOU MISSED A FEW! Like the 'fears crawling on your back' and a few other good ones. Go back and see if you can find the rest!but the ones you mentioned were, indeed, references. I didn't realize anyone would get them! Oh, and about the Magic Blasters. It IS INDEED a play on Gaster Blasters. Not at ALL. because you'll get to blast him with them later. Nope. Not at all.

If LAST chapter clarified, THIS chapter should make it CRYSTAL! Well, sort of. Maybe you can tell me what you think i'm trying to convey? Hm?

Actually, reader doesn't know about Resets. There's a lot she doesn't know. I haven't told all the back story yet! You still have a lot to learn about yourself here!

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One last thing, Gest! (Well, two things)

(first thing:)you shall be mine, and I shall name you Squishy, and you shall now be my Squishy!

(Seconds thing:) FIND AND LIST ALL THE EASTER EGGS AND PUNS AND JOKES IN THIS CHAPTER I DARE THERES A LOT

Okay, so, time for some comments! This chapter is going to be HECTIC! You're going to think all of this is so sudden and crazy, but the end explains it, so hold out your judgement till then! If you still have judgement, feel free to rage! I'm chill.

I BET NONE OF YOU CAN GUESS WHO HE IS

YOULL KNOW WHO IM TALKING ABOJT WHEN YOJ MEET HIM

I BET YOU WONT KNOW

HAHAHAHA

actually you really won't. It's obvious. But it's not what you think. STILL

Two buff-looking monsters stopped you and Gaster.. well, mainly you. They looked to be on remarkably good terms with the jerk who had practically kidnapped you. "*Heyyy, Dr. W.D.! You been gone a while, everything's been so boring!"
The equine monster on the right looked like he could be Aaron's cousin, and another thing... Dr. W.D.? Was Gaster some kind of DJ? And what kind of lame stage name was that? "*Hello, Manny! Nice mane, friend."

"*W.D.! What's up? And ya know ya got a stray taggin' along. Or did you finally monster up and bring a player for the Games?" The other one laughed an a menacingly hearty way. He had to bend over almost double to grab your shirt and lift you the
rest of the way to his face. It was rather intimidating, even to someone as courageous as you. Also, this was your second favorite shirt, and it was a graphic tee. Not very tough material... it would rip pretty soon and that would be bad. "E-er...
I-I-"

"*Now, Samson! Don't you know better than to touch someone else's things without permission? That is my property, kindly put it down." Gaster said jovially. He called you an 'it'. Buuuut he was... kind of? saving you. So you weren't really
sure how to react.

The Yeti-looking Samson made that terrifyingly loud laughing noise again before setting you down. Roughly. "*Never took you for a cat person, D. Always figured you'd get a lizard or something as cold-blooded as you! Har-Har-Har!" (That's literally how
he laughed.) You weren't a cat! What was it with monsters and calling you a cat?! (Though, you would probably be fine with being called a cat if it wasn't meant to be degrading, so.)Gaster laughed with him, stepping closer to his two rough-on-more-than-the-edges friends.
Despite his ignoring you completely, you noticed that this did put the skeleton between you and them.

Maybe he was only a jerk on the outside?

"*No, no. I tried a reptile. They were no fun to play with. This one is a lot more interesting... and not up for grabs." Scratch that. He was 100% jerk.

"*Well, where's it's collar? You know Boss won't let pets in without a collar and leash." You moved closer to Gaster when the two mountains of malice (alliteration!) leaned over even HIS tall shoulders to grin at you. Despite being a total prick,
you knew the skeleton would never do that to you. Not even HE would do THAT. "*Nah, she's very well behaved. I'll take it up with Boss, it'll be fine. Don't touch, though. She's very fragile." Gaster added the last bit just in
time, because the horse one, Manny, was reaching out to grab your hair. He huffed, but obeyed Gaster's wishes. "*Again, don't worry. She won't leave my side for a second, will she?" You nodded mutely when he glanced at you from the corner of
his eye, looking oddly stern for a moment.

Samson laughed again. (he sure has a funny bone.) "*So, what did you name it, D.?" Your eyes flared angrily at the thought of anyone having that power, but before you could protest, Gaster put a hand on your head, petting a little harder than
was necessary. "*Babybones." He replied without missing a beat. "*Huh. Not very original, ain't it?" Many asked, scratching his snout like a buffoon. Gaster just shrugged. "*I like it. Anyhow, let me in. I DO have some business to attend to,
and I wouldn't want to miss the Games!" What was it? Why did they keep calling it the Games? Who was this Boss? Why was Gaster so well-known in the MIC? There were more questions you wanted answered, too. Like, how many monsters had humans for
'pets', was it legal, and did he have the nerve to honestly believe you were going to play along with this?!

On second thought... you mentally whispered as Gaster dragged you along behind him into the dark, strobe light-lit main room of the warehouse, which was filled with monsters as threatening at the two outside, Maybe I can go along with this for now. At least until we leave... "*Come
along, Babybones. Don't get lost, or you'll regret it." A warning, not a threat. Needless to say, you followed as closely behind Gaster as possible, trying to make yourself invisible by shrinking. Every monster you two passed greeted the skeleton
with jovial attitudes and curiosity towards you. If you had to hear that (pun warning) 'pet name' one more time you might scream!

"*Gaster! And Samson told me of this little kitten. Babybones, was it?" You didn't scream, in case you were wondering.

No, you were too busy trying not to turn around and FLEE from the monstrosity in front of you. Gaster just grinned wider and let himself be pulled into a bone-crushing hug from the mountain as it rumbled out a gurgling chuckle that sounded like 'hrrrhrrhrr'
but as if the planet was making it. "*Nice ta see ya, Boss! How's the Games?"

"*Just about to start, D. I was waiting on you. Am I correct in assuming you wish to keep your pet free of the ring... and the mandatory collar?" The last bit had just the slightest hint of an undertone, but Gaster just winked. "*Babybones is
very loyal. She does whatever I tell her to, so don't worry. Not a word of this will get out. You know you can trust me, Boss!" The glowing red eyes affixed you so completely you felt like you'd been skewered. For a moment, you couldn't breathe.

Then his gaze shifted back to Gaster and the danger seemed to pass. "*Of course, W.D. Come, come. I saved you a seat next to me." It was all you could do to keep up as 'Boss' put a massive arm around Gaster and ushered him into official-looking box seats.
You followed as closely as could be managed, having to dodge a few grasping hands on the way.

There was no seat for you. With a glance, Gaster told you to sit on the floor a little in front and to the side of him, so he could keep you in sight. You thought about refusing, but as soon as Boss' eyes began to swivel in your direction to speak to
Gaster, you sat so he wouldn't have reason to kill you. "*How are the plans coming along?"

"*As well as can be expected. The AMG tried to catch up earlier this week, but they never had a chance."

"*I never doubted you for a moment, my friend. Tell me, what do you wager?" From below, cheering and shouts rang out. It must be the Games, you thought, and quietly moved to the edge to see what it was all about. Before you could get even a glimpse, however,
Gaster surreptitiously used his magic to pull you back and keep you in place until you stopped struggling and gave up. He never once turned his attention from Boss. "*Fifteen gold on the Champion."

Perhaps, if you couldn't see what all the fuss was about downstairs, you could at least inspect the leader of MIC.

He was huge, and white. Actually, if not for a few differences, you would have said he was Asgore. But this Boss Monster was different. He had black markings on his face, and a slimmer build. His voice was smooth and rich like Kinggoat's, but not quite
as deep. There was no hint of the softness or kindness you could find in the King's. You wondered why he looked so much like the Dreemurrs, but of course there was no way you would ask.

"*...can't believe it! That player has got to be the best we've found in ages!" One of the monsters nearby was exclaiming. Gaster was cursing. "*Hh. Well, here you go then." He handed over the monster currency, clearly reluctant. "*One more
go, old friend." Boss said, in an enticing voice.

An hour later, you knew Gaster was a compulsive gambler. Greeeaaaaat.

He was also a really GOOD one, apparently, but tonight was NOT his night. Soon enough... things were getting worrisome for you. "*You only have one thing left to bet, Dr. W. D.!" The prick's gambling opponent squealed gleefully. It was a Pyrope,
and seemed to have all the good luck. You watched as both pairs of eyes wandered over to you.

No way. There was no WAY he would-!

"*I bet Babybones."

"*Your fighter?"

"*Opponent."

"*Deal. I bet all your money back."

He lost. Gaster bet you, and he LOST.

... Toriel would have to find someone else to fulfill your promise... As for you, you were livid. Not raging enough to act upon it- it was still too scary to even speak around all these enemies- but angry enough to show him how betrayed you were. You
didn't know what you'd been expecting when you agreed to babysit this loser, but not this. Being gambled off like some piece of junk? Like a thing and not a person? Your opinion of Gaster was low enough already, but it had fallen so rapidly in
these last minutes that it hit LITERALLY the bottom of your disdain.

The Pyrope grabbed your arm. It didn't bother to put out the flames on that part of his body, so there was a long burn now that would take weeks to heal. Still, you kept your mouth shut. Words would be no friend to you now. "*Wait!" Gaster called, though
he kept any sign of emotion out. Instead, he looked just as cocky as ever. "*If you have a go one last time, I'll make it worth it."

Really? Really?

"*I'm listening." The Pyrope released you, and you clutched the burned area quietly. You had a low tolerance for pain, but apparently fear was a great motivator to not hiss. Good to know, maybe? "*Double or nothing, winner takes all."

"*You have nothing left to gamble, G! I know you love your cards, but honestly." The monster chuckled dryly. Gaster narrowed his eyes, smirk widening. "*Oh, don't I?" He pulled something from his pockets that finally got a sound out of you. You
gasped when he revealed Sans' Magic Blasters. No, YOUR Magic Blasters! "*Some stupid gloves?" The Pyrope was unimpressed.

"*Magic enhancers." Gaster corrected. The Pyrope agreed immediately.

"*Your player?" The Pyrope asked. Gaster held up a finger and pulled something else out of his pockets. "*Here. You write down your bet, I'll write down mine." The Pyrope suddenly looked nervous, but he had no goodexcuse to refuse. "*A-Alright..."

After several long minutes, they looked back to the papers from where they had been watching want you knew to be a fight. Between who or what, you didn't know, but seeing as he'd threatened you with it... you had a good idea. "*I-I..." The Pyrope fizzled
out momentarily, before flaming to life so violently you had to stumble back. Gaster caught you with a smirk, though it was just a tad softer than normal. "*YOU CHEATED!"

"*I did no such thing, Alex. In fact, I believe it was the other way around." He met the flames with cold calculation, like before in his room. "*You've rigged the Games, and I'd like to know why." The Pyrope glanced at you angrily, then stormed
off after throwing Gaster's money, and double, on the floor. Gaster pushed down on your shoulder, and you got the idea quickly enough. Face burning, from the Pyrope's outburst and the humiliation of being someone else's maid, you picked up all the
coins as fast as possible before giving back to Gaster. He brushed your burn on accident, making you flinch.

The skeleton made no comment, but avoided that arm afterwards. "*Boss! I need to get going."

"*So soon, Gaster? But we were having such fun!" The goat looked slightly disappointed, but grinned again. "*Very well. Enjoy your night, my friend. I'll make sure AMG learns it's place!" Gaster dragged you out as fast as you two had entered, and it was
reliably hard to figure out what the point of all of that was.

Finally, it was just the two of you. Gaster made you rest on the ground against one of the cold alley walls, sitting in front of you with a long sigh. "*Well. That was fun." Then he smirked, back to his usual ways, and gave you a wink. "*How'd you like
your first day on the job, Babybones?"

He didn't see the punch coming until it hit his eye socket dead-on.

"NEVER CALL ME THAT AGAIN!" You snarled, whipping to your feet in a hurricane of fury. "I don't know what in the STARS all of that was, but if you EVER pull that kind of stunt on me again, I'm going to make some nice cracks in the rest
of your body to compliment the ones on your skull! I am NOT your pet, I am NOT property, and I am NOT something to be GIVEN AWAY LIKE THAT!" You went to throw another punch, despite the high probability of your hand being
broken along with being seriously burned, but he caught your wrist rather gently, twisting it ever so slightly. Somehow you found yourself sitting again, arm still outstretched and in his grip.

"Let go of me right now." You demanded coldly. Gaster didn't listen to you. Instead he moved your arm, surprisingly softly, this way and that to look at it from every angle. The spiraling burn (rope burn? Ha. Ha.) running down the length of your
arm and hand was rather painful, and the fact that you had definitely broken your fingers on his skull wasn't helping. Every now and then a hiss of pain escaped, but otherwise you were silent and still. He was far superior in strength to you,
there was no breaking out of the grip.

"*I'm going to heal it." He said calmly, clinically, glancing up to your face. "*Hold still. When we're done, I need to talk to you, so while I'm doing this,work on calming down enough to think rationally." Hearing Gaster talk with the utter absence
of sarcasm, arrogance, or a condescending tone was shocking enough to turn you mute, and you just nodded. His left eye glowed green, and the pain started to disappear. You started to relax, which was funny because you didn't know you were tense. All
but the faintest traces of the burn disappeared, your arm and fist good as new. He released your wrist and sat back, sitting silently for a moment.

"*Are you calm?"

"At the moment."

"*Good, because I need you to listen. I was never going to let him take you, and I hadn't even intended for it to go that far. I knew he was cheating, and I had to prove it. Unfortunately he worked faster than I expected. Boss had asked me to look
into it for him, and that's what I was doing. The burn is my fault, and I never thought he would do that. Besides-"

"*GASTER!" Fast enough to leave an after image, Gaster was standing and facing the end of the alley, standing between you and the threat. The Pyrope. And three larger, meaner buddies of his. "*We have a bit of a problem, it seems.
I misplaced my kitty. You wouldn't have seen it around, would you?" The monster's eyes never left you. Seems he was angry about Gaster winning you back.

Just your luck, apparently you were a pedigree or some crap.

"*I haven't seen yours, nah. Just me and this stray." If he hadn't just healed you right after you punched him in the face, you would have DONE IT AGAIN.

"*That'll do, I suppose." With a nasty chuckle, the Pyrope set his hounds of war on the skeleton and raced after you himself. You scrambled to your feet, grabbing the closest thing to hand- a stick. What was it with staffs? You'd always liked knives
better, but oh well!

All it took to deal with your opponent was a distraction and a smack on the head. You turned to watch Gaster... and wow, he was in his element.

The three beasts resembled a dog, a cat, and a lizard, respectively. The lizard summoned several spears made of razor spines, launching them at your semi-protector. Gaster dodged them in a way that made it seem he was never there in the first place, and
it was fascinating to watch. The dog and cat used magical sword and ax attacks, respectively. They came as a team, hacking and slashing in a way that left only a split second gap between strikes. Their opponent seemed to thrive and prosper there in
that void of attacks, hovering always just out of reach and yet just in range. Finally he stopped toying with them and used a simple gravity attack to end it for all three.

Oh, he didn't turn them to dust. No way. Not with you there. He just sent them flying onto the roof of the next building over, and just in time for three police cars to arrive outside the alley where your battle had taken place seconds ago. A flicker
of blackness and you were in your apartment, Gaster with his hands on your shoulder. His smirk began to return, but before it completed its renewal you shoved him as hard as possible. "Get out. Get out and STAY OUT!" The skeleton narrowed his
eyes, but complied.

You needed time to cool off. It had been a long, rather arduous day.

Sans, Papyrus, and Gaster had finished eating spaghetti for dinner. Papyrus was happily washing dishes, Gaster went up to his room, and Sans followed his older brother, furious about the incident earlier. He had heard about it from a monster police officer,
who had seen the older skeleton. But not her.

"*You could have started a war, G." Sans began, leaning in the doorway. Gaster ignored him, sketching a specific SOUL from memory. He was just starting to add the red to it. "*G, I'm talking to you." It was a very nice SOUL.

"*And I'm ignoring you. So?"

"*What you did nearly got out to the press."

"*But it didn't. I'm a genius, Sansy, I'm smarter than you. I know how to get out of trouble."

"*Gaster."

He slammed his hands on his desk as he stood suddenly. "*I am the oldest, Sans! You are not in charge, and you never have been. Go text your little pet and quit acting like I'm one of your human experiments!" He shoved
past the shorter skeleton, shoving his hands in his pockets and slamming the front door as he left. It looked like Gaster didn't have a choice, whether this would turn out well, or not...

Sans sighed. "*Well, for being the oldest, you sure are an idiot." He muttered, heading down to the basement. If he had any idea that Gaster had nearly gotten her killed, the night would have gone much worse.

You were busy writing some fiction on your iPad to chillwhen the TV in your living room blared to life.

What. The. Heck. Was it the Pyrope? No... that's ridiculous. They won't mess with you anymore, and there's no way they know you live here, you're sure. Could be Sans. No, you shook your head, He'd text first.

Only one way to know for stepped into the hall and peeked around the corner. "What are YOU doing HERE?!" You shouted, bristling at the lanky skeleton who was slouched on YOUR couch watching YOUR tv with one of YOUR sodas
in his hand. "You have some nerve, coming here after that trick you pulled! I told you to get OUT."

Gaster glanced, but ultimately you were ignored. Well, that wouldn't do. You marched right up to him, snatched the soda and the remote, setting them on the table. Then you grabbed him by the jacket as threateningly as you could manage while wearing
pajamas that were covered in pictures of Bill Cypher. "Tell me what you're doing here NOW, or GET OUT." Came the quiet demand. Finally his eyes met yours, but his expression was one that wasn't worried.

"*Sans was being an arse." He said simply. "So you just decided to come here?!" You exclaimed, incredulous. How could he possibly think-?! "*Obviously." YOU WERE GOING TO MURDER- No. No. Deep breaths, (y/n). Deep breaths. For Toriel. For monsterkind. For Sans.

"But why," you asked slowly, "didn't you go," slower still, "to a friend's house? You've got to have people who actually like you hanging around to go to."

"*Nope. Besides, you owe me." You- What. "For what?"

"*One, for saving you from those big bad jerks, pet. Two, for opening that door and letting those same jerks actually bruise me. Three, for making me save you AGAIN from the OTHER big bad jerks. And four, for punching
me in the face." He called you pet again. And he thinks you're in his debt.

Great. And it's not like you can force him out, either. He'll just keep teleporting back, if he's really set on this. You sighed. "Alright, then, Spooky Scary Skeleton. Stop eating my food, you're not allowed in my room, and if I wake up and ANYTHING is
wrong, I'm calling the police. I hope you know the only reason I'm not calling the police right now is because that would mean trouble for Sans to sort through." Gaster just winked at you as you released his jacket and stepped back. "*You could
always stay here and make sure I stay in check."

"Yeah, not happening." You made sure to lock your door, even though it would do nothing against a teleporting skeleton.

You wondered for a moment if you should be freaking out about this more. But you hadn't (much) before, so why start now?

It took five minutes and two seconds for Gaster to relax after she'd locked her door. Sure, he was here... actually, he really shouldn'tbe. The whole point of the visit to the Boss' was to get her to hate him more. To stay away. But that stupid goat
had made her promise. And when she promised, shewas just like his loser brother. Ugh! Why did HE have to deal with this crap? He'd tried getting her to stay away by making her life around his house a nightmare, but she
liked Sans too much. He'd tried by bullying her, but she was somehow immune to it. He'd tried EVERYTHING! The last possible thing he could think of was THIS, but it didn't work still! If it HAD, she would have told
Sans already.

This human was impossible.

Still, he DID have another reason to be here.

It took him forty five minutes and twenty two seconds to decide it was safe. Gaster teleported quietly into her room, glancing around and repressing a quiet chuckle. The room reflected that girl to a T. Anyway. He carefully maneuvered himself
next to her bed, holding his hands over her head and letting his eyes glow the blue of Patience. A small layer of the Magic covered her mouth and forehead for an instant before it was done and he teleported back to the couch, falling asleep as quickly
as she had.

With that spell cast, even if she WANTED to tell Sans or anyone what happened, she couldn't. It was a twisted version of patience that stopped her from speaking the truth of their 'trip to the mall'.

Gaster honestly felt a little guilty, but he'd never meant to have to use it. He thought this would finally get rid of his problem. He had really underestimated hisBabybones.