Judgement stirs the stone and ancient timbers, parting them like a string curtain. Her formless mass shines through the floor as he rests, swelling it like a bruise, like sickened skin breaking out with light.

She comes no closer than this, her heartbeat thrumming through the floor and through Gaster's hollow chest. She comes no closer and says, tight and spiny as a headache:

you're going to die

did you get the answers you wanted?

do you regret it?