11-17-2018, 02:05 AM
DR. W.D. GASTER
✯  THE MAN WHO SPEAKS IN HANDS
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I left my guard down for one second... the skeletal-looking dog thought bitterly. Just one second, one damn second he spent having fun with his friends, his family. And he paid the price dearly. He fell, he fell into his own creation. However, he didn't recognize dying. And yet, here he was. In a new world. Oh, wonderful. In this timeline, I'm a dog. I suppose I should be happy that I'm not female. He was upset at the loss of his skeletal body-- inherently more magic, and forever cooler. He had to deal with what cards he was given Thought, it didn't stop a sour look appearing on his face.
Deciding a group would be best to piece his life back together again, Gaster sits down at the border. "Is there a joining process or something for this?"
Deciding a group would be best to piece his life back together again, Gaster sits down at the border. "Is there a joining process or something for this?"
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