[He wouldn't be Sans if he didn't understate the un-understateable.]
[That makes no sense.]
[But, okay. Sure. If there's a world where Gaster, presumably, created life out of nothing and then screwed metal to that life and decided to torment it for god only knew how long and why, then sure. There's also a world (d-brane, Sans, use the correct terminology, it's cyan, not "light blue") where Sans was an only child, and Gaster's nonexistence shifted things just far enough to the side to allow for someone else to exist.]
[And he may have been able to bend the rules.]
[And he elected not to.]
[Sans wonders, with a very sudden and brief viciousness, if Gaster expects him to now be grateful.]
[But no, no. No. That's not how he works. Not how his own Gaster worked. His Gaster never spared a thought for Papyrus, except to insult him, which--really ended up being his downfall, in some ways. And Gasters, presumably all of them or at least most of them, know where they belong. Even if some of them want to claw their way out.]
[Gaster must remain nowhere for the world to continue.]
[He gives a quiet sigh.]
they're kids, gaster.
[Cyan, frozen in the snow. Orange, scared and angry and too willing to Fight. Blue, quiet and alone. Green, saying it was okay when it wasn't.]
kids love to dig holes.
...i'm looking after them. can't have them tearing up the whole garden.
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[That makes no sense.]
[But, okay. Sure. If there's a world where Gaster, presumably, created life out of nothing and then screwed metal to that life and decided to torment it for god only knew how long and why, then sure. There's also a world (d-brane, Sans, use the correct terminology, it's cyan, not "light blue") where Sans was an only child, and Gaster's nonexistence shifted things just far enough to the side to allow for someone else to exist.]
[And he may have been able to bend the rules.]
[And he elected not to.]
[Sans wonders, with a very sudden and brief viciousness, if Gaster expects him to now be grateful.]
[But no, no. No. That's not how he works. Not how his own Gaster worked. His Gaster never spared a thought for Papyrus, except to insult him, which--really ended up being his downfall, in some ways. And Gasters, presumably all of them or at least most of them, know where they belong. Even if some of them want to claw their way out.]
[Gaster must remain nowhere for the world to continue.]
[He gives a quiet sigh.]
they're kids, gaster.
[Cyan, frozen in the snow. Orange, scared and angry and too willing to Fight. Blue, quiet and alone. Green, saying it was okay when it wasn't.]
kids love to dig holes.
...i'm looking after them. can't have them tearing up the whole garden.