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Chapter 15
Gaster walked slowly down the street. He passed a boy spray-painting the word Undertale on a wall. The boy turned and ran after him, grabbing his shoulder and spinning him around.
"Hey, Asriel," said Gaster. The boy gaped at him.
"You run away for weeks and all you say is 'Hey, Asriel?'" Asriel nearly shouted the words.
Gaster glanced around. "Careful. I don't want anyone hearing."
Asriel gasped in anger. "Well, don't let me get in the way," he hissed, turning slightly, looking around.
Gaster sighed and stated walking away. Suddenly Asriel came flying past him, grabbing him arm and tumbling the two of them into a field between two houses. "What?" asked Gaster.
"Shut up and get down." Lights danced on the grass in front of them, the red and blue brilliant in the murky night.
Cops, thought Gaster, remembering how Asriel had been spray-painting the wall.
Footsteps sounded on the sidewalk, moving closer and closer until the dry grass crunched under the soles of feet. The boys tensed, not moving a muscle, scarcely daring even to breathe. The grass covered them and soon enough the cops left. With the sound of car doors and an engine starting, they roared away into the night. Gaster relaxed.
Asriel stood. "Where are you going to go?" he asked Gaster. "No offense, but I don't think your parents want you back. They changed the locks and I heard they were renting out your room."
Gaster shrugged and stretched out on the sidewalk, staring up into the clear dark sky. The streetlight glared warm over his eyelids when he closed them. "I don't know, man. I'm not even sure why I came back here."
"You should probably sort it out." Asriel sat next to him, glancing down at his friend. "Where did you even go?"
"I just wandered." Gaster thought back to all those sleepless nights, curled in doorways or laying awkwardly on playground structures. Quickly he pulled up his sleeves, hoping Asriel hadn't seen the scars. Or the fresh cuts.
"You know I can see the blood, right?" Asriel asked.
Gaster opened his eyes. Sitting up, he checked his sleeve. Sure enough, he had gotten blood on it. Crud, he thought. He didn't want to talk about this. Not now, not ever. Not if he would just sound stupid. Weak, maybe. Heaven forbid he cry.
Asriel looked down at his own scarred wrists. "I'm not going to make you talk about it, but you cut too close to an artery. If you insist on hurting yourself, at least be careful. Please." He turned his face away, looking down the street. One of the streetlights flicked, then went out. Gaster closed his eyes again.
There was utter silence.
It seemed that there was a barrier between the two boys. Neither looked at each other. But they knew they were there, and each took comfort in that.
Stay determined, Gaster.
Stay determined, Asriel.