made out of meat

[voidster]

Gaster awakens, and wonders when exactly he fell asleep. That doesn't happen these days, you see--sleep is no longer a necessity. It's not even an option.

Then he looks down, meaning to only check his watch, and is genuinely surprised.. and more than a little disturbed. It's become flesh, not bone or the usual mysterious voidstuff. Skin, with all those little arm hairs. How disgusting. His whole body feels thick and heavy underneath his clothing... and is he wearing glasses?? Since when does he need to??

Rude, castle. Ruuude.

One might come across him in his usual favorite places, but a very differently shaped him. He's human now, looking perhaps about sixty with greying hair and glasses. It shouldn't be too hard to figure out who he is--a one eyed man in a white sweater and black pants who always speaks in hands is probably (a) Gaster nine times out of ten.