Board Thread:Roleplaying Boards/@comment-28101708-20160331211726/@comment-27112983-20160507205233

((aight im just gonna. start the rping i might occasionally use wingdings because thats just how gaster speaks so ill just include the link to the translator here))


 * Gaster sat hunched over a hardly-organized desk with pencils, paper, and pictures scattered, some having drifted to the ground. He did stay quiet, though; this was a workshop, in the back of Sans's house, and he didn't want to disrupt anyone. It didn't matter, anyway. The door was carefully locked soon after he had entered, and he knew that Sans probably kept the key in his room, as he usually did. Though he paid little mind to anything around him as he slowly dragged a pencil across a sheet of graph paper, sketching out plans for what appeared to be a machine. Occasionally, the pencil moved off to the side of the drawing, writing out little notes in the language that he was used to always writing in.


 * Occasionally, Gaster would grumble about how lazy Sans was being, as per usual. "☟☜🕯💧 ☠☜✞☜☼ 🕆🏱 🕈☟☜☠ ✋ ☠☜☜👎 ☟✋💣, ✋💧 ☟☜?" he often asked himself. "⚐☟ 🕈☜☹☹. ✋❄ 👎⚐☜💧☠🕯❄ 💣✌❄❄☜☼."

((w hoops thats a bit long no one has to be as long as i make my replies whoops wowie))