Hey sans, papyrus, and aliza. do u know or remember who gaster is?
Sans expression freezes on his face, his smile stiff and cold, but neither of his housemates seem perturbed.
Papyrus strokes his mandible in thought, humming and smearing what can only be blood across the bone.
“THE NAME IS FAMILIAR, BUT I SIMPLY CANNOT PLACE IT, ANONYMOUS HUMAN WITH VERY FLATTERING SUNGLASSES!”
Aliza seems of the same sentiment, fetching a tattered but clean rag from the sink and stretching up on her toes to wipe her uncle’s face clean.
“I don’t think so either… I don’t remember seeing the name in mama’s journal. Were they a monster? Probably gone now…”
Sans coughs meaningfully, glaring at you. He shoos Papyrus back to his cooking, taking the rag from Aliza and wiping the counter clean idly, almost like he’s searching for something to do with his hands.
“gone for good. so there’s no need to talk about him.”
“But… they wanted to know-”
“he’s dead. that’s all there is to it.”