A hand stretches out of the bucket before it's uprighted to grab his satchel and watch, the only two real things he carries. They're coming into the bucket with him.

Bucket. For pity's sake, he feels like a pile of mud, filthy and not worth the effort. What good was Gaster the person and not Gaster the scientist anyway?

[No. That's a unique feeling, the fading, and I'd be much more concerned if I thought it would.]

Even riding in a bucket is better than the Void.