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     Said scarf flutters gently in the (New) Snowdin breeze as its wearer makes his way through the town, looking left and right constantly to see if he can spot his alternate. So far so good; no sign of him. Maybe he’s back at his usual post in the forest sleeping or something. Either way this leaves Sans free to roam as he pleases.

     A voice causes him to stop, however, and once he turns around and sees who is addressing him he freezes. Is that…is that Gaster? His own version had disappeared years ago without a trace, so to see him again is…rather mind-blowing.

     He’s also kind of happy, though.

     * is it that easy to tell?      * guess i’m gettin rusty.      * but yeah, i’m pretty new here.      * what’s goin on in this timeline?      * looks like you guys made it to the surface?

  Gaster leans gently over the much shorter skeleton, yet despite this intimidating height he appears nothing but gentle. He chuckles lightly-- a light sound, entirely weightless and sincere.

  “I think I simply have gained enough wisdom to recognize it.”

  He stands up straighter, scanning Sans slowly, precisely, gathering as much information as he can.

  “I, myself, am a little sketchy on the details, but yes, it appears that we are on the surface.” He tilts his head back, basking in the cold sunny air for a moment. “It’s very pleasant, is it not?”

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  Of all things, Gaster should not have been surprised that there were other timeline-hoppers in this multiverse. And yet, it seems the knowledge of such other people had slipped his mind, thus resulting in his startle when he spots the unfamiliar Sans in New Snowdin.

  New Snowdin, of course, being the snowy northern surface town where all the residents of the Underground’s Snowdin had come to live, as well as many other monsters. Complete, of course, with a new and improved Grillby’s.

  But this Sans... did not look as jolly as his own, nor many of the other pacifist-Sanses he’d seen. No, Gaster could feel something... different. Of course, that bright red scarf told stories of its own.

  Carefully, he moves towards the other, standing a respectful distance away, yet close enough for a proper conversation.

  “Hello, there,” he greets gently, “You seem rather new to the area. Do you require some assistance?”

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  There was no such thing as too much bar food. At least, that was Gaster’s opinion on those sorts of meals, anyway. And that was exactly why he found himself kicking snow off his shoes at the door to Grillby’s tavern, wandering up to one of the bar stools.

  Politely, he waits until the bartender is finished with his previous customer before waving gently.

  “Hello! How are you?”

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  Gaster smiles softly as he wanders through Snowdin, enjoying the sound of snow crunching beneath his shoes. His cloak and long sleeves keep him plenty warm, but he much enjoyed the cold anyway, so it wouldn’t matter to him if they did not. He turns, roving along down the forest’s path.

  He supposes he shouldn’t have been surprised when he spots this timeline’s Sans, sleeping away at one of his sentry stations. Stepping up to the front of the station, he leans down slightly.

  “... Hello?”

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It’s…. hard to not talk sometimes. He just… tries to keep calm, hiding in the woods of snowdin, attempting to be as quiet as he possibly can.

  Gaster isn’t entirely sure what he’d been trying to achieve, by wandering so far into other timelines. Thankfully, a magical tether allows him to never lose track of his home.

  Here, he finds himself in the forests around Snowdin, relishing in the cold air and gentle snowdrifts. With the dark of the early evening, it was easy for him to spot the orange glow cast from between the trees, and to understand just who that glow was coming from.

  He carefully steps into the clearing, removing his hands from his sleeves to place one against the smooth tree trunk. He gazes worriedly at the distressed monster.

 “Grillby?”

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                   From nothing,                                     To everything

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  The room is silent, beyond the hums and whirrs of the machine before the room’s two occupants-- a young human, and a skeleton of questionable age.

  This was it. Frisk balls up their fists and bites their lip, while Sans hardly moves-- but his anxiety is clear. This is what they’ve worked so hard for. Hundreds of RESETs and LOADs and CHEATs, all to end in the pacifist run of all pacifist runs. Through all these trials and tribulations, the fruits of the duo’s labors float before them in one of two glowing chambers, connected to the machine.

  A monster SOUL. Tinted lightly in purple and glowing gently, despite the cracks in its fragmented form-- and the missing piece at its center. This floats gently within the safe glass tube, brought together from the furthest reaches of time and space and everything and nothing in between. Now, the machine’s purpose was to draw in the final fragment, and bring home what was once lost.

  Within the larger chamber, which makes up most of the machine’s mass, energy glows and reacts. The machinery grunts slightly as it’s tested to its limits-- and suddenly the space within the large tube seems to tear, revealing nothingness, pitch black-- so dark all light is taken and erased and long forgotten. From the darkness of the cold, unforgiving void--

  A hand appears, reaching out. Straight through the glass walls and into the smaller chamber, until thin, white fingers grasp the SOUL desperately. The SOUL reacts to this touch, and suddenly everything goes dark as the SOUL is pulled towards the tear, phasing once more through the glass, while an inky black goop pours disgustingly from the void. From the goop rises a gentle glow. The final SOUL fragment.

  As the fragment binds to its siblings, the sheer darkness of the room is replaced with a sharp light, and someone seems to scream-- time seems to stop entirely yet accelerate to infinity, and Sans and Frisk feel as though they were both a black hole and the air around them.

  And then, suddenly, it stops. The two onlookers, who only now realize they had gripped each other for comfort, turn to the machine. Within, slumped against one side, is the once lost form of W.D. Gaster.

  Here, we will chronicle his return to the real world.