[The words and tone (?) and, yeah, that certain atmosphere, have their intended effect. He would very much like to run, teleport somewhere safe, only nowhere is safe, nowhere is safe, nowhere is safe whether he exists or doesn't exist or is like this, somewhere in between. An impossible equation proven by Wonderland on a goddamn whim, Wonderland and whatever intangible, supposed forces exist beyond Wonderland and govern how it works. Probabilities. Variables. Circumstances.]
[Nowhere is safe, not even his own mind, because he's there too.]
[Kind of interesting that he swore, though. The Doctor was always polite except near the end, the kind of politeness born of social awkwardness.]
[His hands still, and he stuffs them back in his pockets. Forget the font. Slip back into what's at least somewhat comfortable.]
i don't care.
[He doesn't care. Random variables, proofs. He's not even a scientist anymore.]
you're going to hurt people.
[A simple statement. Not appealing to morals or compassion, because he doesn't have those, and appealing to them never worked anyway. Gaster is going to hurt people. His mere presence is going to hurt people.]
if you know me...and you do...
[He's goddamn terrified and nowhere and nothing is safe.]
then you know i've got this bad habit of not getting the fuck out of the way.
let gaster say fuck
[The words and tone (?) and, yeah, that certain atmosphere, have their intended effect. He would very much like to run, teleport somewhere safe, only nowhere is safe, nowhere is safe, nowhere is safe whether he exists or doesn't exist or is like this, somewhere in between. An impossible equation proven by Wonderland on a goddamn whim, Wonderland and whatever intangible, supposed forces exist beyond Wonderland and govern how it works. Probabilities. Variables. Circumstances.]
[Nowhere is safe, not even his own mind, because he's there too.]
[Kind of interesting that he swore, though. The Doctor was always polite except near the end, the kind of politeness born of social awkwardness.]
[His hands still, and he stuffs them back in his pockets. Forget the font. Slip back into what's at least somewhat comfortable.]
i don't care.
[He doesn't care. Random variables, proofs. He's not even a scientist anymore.]
you're going to hurt people.
[A simple statement. Not appealing to morals or compassion, because he doesn't have those, and appealing to them never worked anyway. Gaster is going to hurt people. His mere presence is going to hurt people.]
if you know me...and you do...
[He's goddamn terrified and nowhere and nothing is safe.]
then you know i've got this bad habit of not getting the fuck out of the way.