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castle_perraultAh, there's nothing like waking up in a strange bed, with your young son missing, to get a body moving. Sans was right there snuggled up against his father's bones when he fell asleep, and Gaster's always been a light sleeper, he should have woken if the little one had gotten up during the night.
Whatever analogue to adrenaline monsters have is surging through him as he rolls off the bed and takes note of his surroundings. Just a dusty-looking bedroom--true dust, not monster dust. Very much not his own bedroom, and there's no sign of Sans.
No one is happy with this.
He's out the door as quickly as he can be, a man on a mission. Once he steps outside the door, it's obvious he's no longer in the Underground. There's nothing below Ebott remotely like the castle, and isn't that lovely? He's not in the capital, he's not in his home, his barely-past-preschool son is missing, and he has no goddamn idea how or why he's... outside the barrier? How in the world?
He allows himself mere seconds to wonder about this before he forces himself to move. Time to really get searching. It's not safe to teleport around when you're not sure where you are, and this is not any place he's remotely familiar with, so he goes on foot. All the decorations and such that he passes are observed, and mostly ignored. Seriously, it doesn't matter. Only one thing really matters: finding the babybones or someone, anyone, he can ask.
Until he finds the kiddo, Gaster will be pacing the corridors, frazzled. The cracks in his skull are still there, his right eyesocket is still eternally winking, but he's not entirely the same. Only his left hand has the distinctive hole in the palm. His clothing is just real clothing, not void-goo acting like skin pretending to be clothes. Looks like someone sleeps in his work clothes. What a nerd. Black labcoat, white turtleneck sweater underneath, black pants, plain dark blue shoes... he's never been a colorful dresser and he never will be.
Whatever analogue to adrenaline monsters have is surging through him as he rolls off the bed and takes note of his surroundings. Just a dusty-looking bedroom--true dust, not monster dust. Very much not his own bedroom, and there's no sign of Sans.
No one is happy with this.
He's out the door as quickly as he can be, a man on a mission. Once he steps outside the door, it's obvious he's no longer in the Underground. There's nothing below Ebott remotely like the castle, and isn't that lovely? He's not in the capital, he's not in his home, his barely-past-preschool son is missing, and he has no goddamn idea how or why he's... outside the barrier? How in the world?
He allows himself mere seconds to wonder about this before he forces himself to move. Time to really get searching. It's not safe to teleport around when you're not sure where you are, and this is not any place he's remotely familiar with, so he goes on foot. All the decorations and such that he passes are observed, and mostly ignored. Seriously, it doesn't matter. Only one thing really matters: finding the babybones or someone, anyone, he can ask.
Until he finds the kiddo, Gaster will be pacing the corridors, frazzled. The cracks in his skull are still there, his right eyesocket is still eternally winking, but he's not entirely the same. Only his left hand has the distinctive hole in the palm. His clothing is just real clothing, not void-goo acting like skin pretending to be clothes. Looks like someone sleeps in his work clothes. What a nerd. Black labcoat, white turtleneck sweater underneath, black pants, plain dark blue shoes... he's never been a colorful dresser and he never will be.