《Gaster x Reader- Not Your Fault》Not Your Fault Pt 3
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Reader
A few days had passed and each passing in a routinely manner.
You would wake up.
Eat Breakfast.
Gaster would appear, do his daily check up and then run you through activities designed to help you gain strength in your limbs again.
Then you would rest and eat a small lunch.
After lunch you would be joined by Papyrus who would bring with him either books, toys or even drawing items.
Afterwards Papyrus would leave and Gaster would arrive to escort you to the bathroom.
Then you would return and eat dinner before falling asleep.
Most nights passed by dreamlessly and you would wake up the next day. The entire process had become boring, your only joy coming from the moments when Papyrus would visit. He was like a little ray of sunshine in your dark and dismally boring life.
Of course Gaster was not exactly happy with the small skeleton's attraction to you but that did not stop the child from visiting.
"I do not consent with your friendship with my son," Gaster stated once again.
"I know," You answered, uncaringly as you flicked through a book the small skeleton had brought you as a gift.
The Doctor returned to his task at hand. The skeleton, though he had been cold the first time you had spoken to him, had begun to warm up to you... if you called putting up with your constant questioning as warming up.
Today had turned out a little differently from the usual schedule. Instead of your usual physical activities Gaster had been busy with some type of experiment and had decided to leave to amuse yourself. You had not been very happy with those arrangements and instead asked if you could go with him.
Gaster had not like that idea one bit however your insistent nagging had seen him agreeing in the end. So now you were sitting his lab watching him going through multiple pages of notes while sipping at his coffee. You almost regretted asking to come, this was just as boring as sitting alone in the room you had been confined to.
"Soooo.... what are you working on?" You asked, partially out of boredom but also slight curiosity.
"I'm working on something you would not understand," Gaster simply stated.
"Well put it in a way that I will understand. You should be able to do that if your such a genius," You teased at him.
Gaster closed his eyes and released a huff. He spun around in his chair to face you, "I am creating a self sustainable source of energy that will be able to power the underground through the implementation of geothermal energy and seismic waves. If I am to succeed in this project the underground will have in interminable source of energy."
"That's rather amazing," You told him truthfully, after making him repeat in in a simpler form.
Gaster nodded, "It would be if my data would match up."
"What's the problem with your data?" You asked.
"Something appears to be missing... however I am unsure as to what the missing element is," He told you.
Taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly again he stood and stretched. "I think it is time you returned to your quarters. Your insistent questioning is giving me a headache and I have a meeting I must attend," Gaster stated as you were surrounded in the purple aura of his magic.
There was a sharp POP and you found yourself back in the room you were generally confined to. Gaster straightened his coat and left without a word with a sharp POP.
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Okay, so now he can teleport...
You sighed, nothing really surprised you anymore. A quiet knock came from the door and it was opened Papyrus.
The smaller skeleton was carrying a handful of books.
"Hewwo _________," He greeted with a boney grin on his cute little face.
"Hello Papyrus. What did you bring for us to read today?" You asked the little skeleton.
Papyrus lifted the book up to you.
The little bunny goes boo!
You giggled at the title and leaned down to help the small skeleton onto the bed. Both lying down you pulled the blanket up over your body and the small skeleton snuggled up beside you. Opening the book you began to read.
~ ~ ~ ~
"And the Little Bunny returned home after his big adventure... The end."
You looked down at Papyrus and smiled sweetly. The cute little skeleton was peacefully asleep, by your side. Your heart fluttered warmly at the site of the child.
Your so innocent, Papyrus... I can kind of understand why your father is so protective of you.
Your eyes were drawn from the peacefully sleeping child by your side to the door when another skeleton came into view. This time it was someone you had only met once... not that you had actually said anything to him but you had heard his name plenty of times from Papyrus.
Sans, the short skeleton who wore a blue jumper, was staring at you. His pupils had disappeared as he glared at you and Papyrus.
"You should not be here," He growled angrily. His eyes turned to Papyrus, then back to meet your own, "Don't you even think of doing anything to my brother or father or your going to have a bad time." The Sans disappeared in a dim flash of blue.
You sat, frozen, as you processed Sans's words. He had been so cold and unremorseful that it chilled you to the bone.
I wouldn't ever hurt Papyrus... or Gaster.
You leaned back into the bed and sighed.
What happened to make these guys so... untrusting?
You wondered as you slipped into a dreamless sleep.
~~~~~
Gaster
Gaster sighed as he teleported back into his lab. He slid his lab coat off and hung it over the back of his chair. The King had wanted to know how his project was going. Luckily he had not asked if any humans had been spotted since the last. Gaster raised a hand to his face as a phantom pain ached from his eyes just from the thought of the human. Closing his eyes he turned and strode out of his lab and towards the room that the human was being kept in. He was surprised and slightly worried to see the door had been left open.
Relief swept through him however when he noticed the sleeping figure. What was interesting though was the small bundle that seemed to be sleeping beside the human. Gaster approached apprehensive of what he might find and pulled the sheets back slowly.
There, lying by the humans side, was Papyrus. He was holding the humans dressing gown in one hand whilst the other gripped a children's book. Gaster stepped back and watched the two sleeping together.
They almost appear like Pare-
Gaster shook the thought from his mind and scooped the sleeping child up from the bed. Papyrus wriggled uncomfortably before snuggling into his father's arms. Gaster smiled gently down at his son before turning to leave the room. He glanced back once more at the sleeping human, a strange feeling emitting from his center, before turning his back and closing the door.
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"I have a bad feeling..."
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Reader
Almost another week had passed and you had slowly become strong enough to walk by yourself. You weren't strong enough to walk everywhere for an extended period of time, however you were happy with being able to awkwardly stumble between the bathroom and the bedroom at least. Papyrus had continued to visit and you two had become closer. Gaster continued to allow you to occasionally join him in his lab. Most times you would quietly chat and drink coffee or hot chocolate. Gaster had become more open to answering questions and telling you a little about the underground. You had discovered the underground was run by a monster named Asgore Dreemur, that Gaster was in fact the royal scientist and that there were four distinct areas in the Underground.
After your chat he would return to his work and you would make the walk back to your room. You felt that you were slowly getting close to the scientist... well as close as he would let you.
Which you discovered was pretty close when he told you to gather your things and follow him. You did as he told you, though you noticed your coat and boots were gone from the desk and that the only thing you really owned was what you were wearing, and followed him towards what appeared to be an elevator. Stepping into the contraption he inputted some type of passcode you assumed and the doors slammed shut before you were rocketing upwards. A small ding sounded as you came to a stop and the doors opened. Gaster led the way into what you realized was a small house. It was warm and the smell of cooking food wafted throughout.
The lounge room was small but had a couch and TV, and there were stairs leading upwards to four doors. To the other end of the lounge was a door that led into what you assumed was the kitchen. Gaster turned away from the kitchen and instead headed towards the stairs. You followed Gaster up the steps, using the railing to keep your balance. Gaster led you to the third door before unlocking it and revealing a small room. It wasn't empty however, inside was a large drawer, a single bed, a mirror, a round table with two chairs and a chest at the end of the bed.
"This will be your new quarters from now on. My room is situated beside yours in case of an emergency. Dinner is in fifteen minutes, do not be late," Gaster stated turning to leave.
You grabbed Gaster's arm. He froze under your touch.
"T-thank you for letting me stay here... I know we got off to a bad start but-"
"I am not permitting you to stay here for emotional reasons, it is simply what is most efficient for myself," Gaster stated before pulling his arm from your grip and exiting the room.
Why is he being so cold
You sighed and decided to change into a cleaner outfit.
Opening the drawer you were glad to see a range of clothing including your coat which had been freshly washed and neatly folded. You also noticed your boots had been cleaned and left beside the bed.
I'm sure making sure my old clothes were clean and neatly folded was also efficient for you too Mr. Gaster.
You smirked while slipping into a fresh change of clothes.
Five minutes later you made your way down stairs and headed towards the kitchen. The smell of food wafted towards you making your stomach growl.
Laughter could also be heard from the kitchen as you approached. Peaking around the corner you came upon a slightly amusing but also incredibly heart warming scene.
There in a frilly white apron stood Gaster holding a excited Sans up to a pot of cooking food. Papyrus was enthusiastically stirring the pot and Sans was sitting on the bench near his brother and father watching happily. Gaster wore an exasperated face however he didn't seem that angry at the little skeleton in his arms, even when he poured what would be considered a lot more then "one cup" of sauce into the pot.
You giggled at the scene before you.
All three skeletons looked towards you in surprise. Sans face darkened, Gaster seemed surprised and Papyrus was beaming.
The little skeleton climbed out of his father's arms and ran over to you, "____________!"
You giggled as you kneeled down and gave the skeleton a big hug, glad that the cast was now gone and all that remained was a bandage as protection of the scar that remained.
"How's my favourite little chef?" You asked.
Papyrus giggled and puffed out his chest, "I made dinner tonight~"
You smiled, "I can't wait to eat it then. I bet its the best meal yet!"
Papyrus nodded excitedly.
You looked up and noticed Gaster watching you, his face seemed almost soft... happy even.
He noticed you watching him and turned his face away. You swore his face had turned a slightly dark purple dark colour.
You disregarded it though and instead decided to poke fun at the skeleton scientist.
"That's a good look on you, you should wear an apron more often," You told him as you eyed the frilly apron.
Gaster looked down at the apron, his face turning purple.
You laughed at the ruffled Skeleton.
Gaster turned away once again, "That would be counter productive." His voice was calm but you could tell he was embarrassed.
You laughed before Papyrus led you by the hand to the table. He dragged out a chair for you and you took a seat.
Papyrus took a seat beside you whilst Sans sat opposite of you. This left the last spot for Gaster to your right.
Gaster placed a plate filled with fabulous smelling food you had never seen before in front of you and the two skeletons before motioning for you to eat.
You took a bite of the meal and instantly felt strength and warmth filling your stomach.
Delicious
"This is amazing! You're a really good cook, Gaster," You declared.
Gaster looked surprised, "Thank you."
You finished the meal quickly as Papyrus and Sans began to tell their father about their day.
As the last bites of food were taken you stood and started to gather up the plates. A gloved hand stopped you. You looked down at Gaster questioningly.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"I was going to do the dishes, as thanks for the meal," You told him.
"You services are not required."
"I want to," You told him squarely. There was a moment where you stared into each others eyes, neither one speaking.
He has really pretty eyes... wait what? Why am I thinking this?
You felt a slight blush form on your cheeks but you didn't turn away.
Finally Gaster sighed and removed his hand from your arm, "Fine."
You smiled and continued to gather up the plates. Gaster dealt with the leftovers while you ran the water for the dishes.
Gaster waved a hand and suddenly a stack of papers floated from the lounge room and onto the kitchen bench. The scientist sat and began to read the papers as you started washing the dirty cutlery.
Papyrus and Sans had disappeared and returned shortly afterwards, both squeaky clean and dressed in the cutest pjs ever. Papyrus was holding a book and looking a little unsure of himself. Sans gave his brother a thumbs up and the smaller skeleton seemed to harden his resolve.
"Daddy, can you read to Sans and me tonight?"
Gaster looked up from his paperwork, he quickly glanced at you then the papers before looking at Papyrus once more, "Papyrus I-"
"If you're worried about me burning down your house or ruining your papers there's no need to. Go ahead and read to your sons."
Gaster was surprised but sighed, "Alright. Come sons, I will read to you."
Papyrus beamed and Sans raised an eye socket in your direction but smiled happily at his brother. The three skeletons made their way upstairs as you finished the dishes and waited at the table for the taller skeleton to return.
After about half an hour of waiting for the scientist to return you decided to go upstairs instead. As you passed by the second door you noticed it was open a crack. You peeked in and were surprised by what you saw.
Gaster was lying on the small car shaped bed that you assumed was Papyrus's bed, eyes closed and children's book lying open on his chest. In one arm was a peacefully sleeping Papyrus and in the other was a sleeping Sans. You smiled as you entered the room, you grabbed the blanket and draped it over the three sleeping skeletons. Smiling to yourself, you made your way to your own room before falling into a peaceful sleep.
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