I saw a few things where the skelebros were experiments of Gaster's, and of course there was no way I could ever let that idea alone since immoral genetic experiments are kind of my jam SO HERE WE ARE. I originally didn't intend to do more with this awful idea but nope, there's going to be more because UGH WHO WAS I KIDDING
people keep encouraging me, you're all enablers, you bring these horrors on yourselves
I'm not sure if this counts as spoilers since Gaster is a huge question mark and none of this happened as far as we know. Eh. OH RIGHT, Gaster has a Lost Soul head since they can't actually remember him at all after he got erased from reality. Also because I can't decide on a design for him but shhh.
Edit - Check out this vid for this comic!
And these dubs!
Christy the Puppet
Adrixx Ontis (Spanish)
Sombra Oscura (Spanish)
Wosh ur Bones
Luna y Nano (Spanish)
Frank Hyuga (Spanish)
Puzzle Channel (Russian)
Hungarian - One / Two
Korean - One / Two
Chinese - One / Two
Spanish - One / Two / Three
Russian - One / Two / Three
Brazilian Portugese - One / Two
French - One / Two
Polish - One / Two
Finnish - One / Two
Done entirely digitally and it turned into a fiasco near the end bleh.
Sans, Papyrus, kid, Gaster (c) Undertale: the same game with the tsunderplanes
Mind me, I just love this series and the skelebros so much!
also why wen sans out his hand out of his pocket why no hand plate?
Like Papyrus said in this story, Gaster here is not a bad guy, he only made wrong choices. With all the backgrounds and information we got in the comics, his choices seems reasonable, I'm not saying he is right, but we also may have this kind of dilemma.
I'm looking forward to this story, keep going~
Frisk sat in their room, suddenly having thoughts about Papyrus and Sans. A series of images appeared in their head. They sat there, deep in thought.
Papyrus always wore gloves, even in summer. And Sans would do anything to keep his right hand hidden, normally in his pocket of his jacket or sweaters, or with gloves or mittens.
Frisk realized that Papyrus and Sans were currently napping on the couch together. They went down, thinking that they could uncover some secrets.
They got down, and sure enough, Papyrus and Sans were fast asleep on the sofa on top of each other. Frisk thought it looked kind of uncomfortable. They shrugged it off and stuck to the reason they were there.
They carefully took Papyrus by his arm and pulled off the glove on his right hand. Drilled into his hand, a metal, rectangular plate. It had letters on it, seeming to be initials. WDG 2-P.
Frisk looked at it for a few seconds, confused.
They pulled Sans’ right hand out of his pocket. A similar handplate was drilled into his hand, too. But this time, it read 1-S instead of 2-P.
Frisk stood behind the couch, utterly confused.
“WHAT??! YOU SAW OUR HANDPLATES?!?” Papyrus exclaimed, bright orange blush spreading across his face, and his eyes glowing bright pink. Sans stood not too far away, having spit out his drink out of being surprised. Frisk nodded.
“Human, those are private!! How did you even see them? My defenses were impregnable! How did you do such a thing?!” Papyrus asked frantically.
Frisk ignored the question, and signaled to ask if it was just a skeleton thing.
Papyrus’ blush faded just a little bit. “No, they’re not a skeleton thing..! Or a monster thing.. They’re.. Ugh!” he exclaimed, slapping a hand to his face, robbed of words to say. Sans came up in front of Frisk, a light blue blush spread across the top of his nose.
He rubbed the ketchup that was dripping from his mouth after spitting it out. “Jeez, kid, you’re not real good at privacy, are you? We got our reasons for keeping ‘em to ourselves.” Papyrus chimed in. “Yes! Very good, complex, incontrovertible reasons!! T-that anyone could understand!”
“Like what?” Frisk signed.
“Like what? Uh..” Papyrus responded, thinking of a response. “I just don’t like looking at it, that’s why!” he said, averting his eyes. “It just makes me feel like…”
“I’m… Forgetting something. Something… Important,” Papyrus said slowly and quietly.
Sans put an arm on his back, his left eye glowing a light blue aura. “Meh, some things are better off forgotten. But not that spaghetti, huh? How’s it comin’ along?” Sans asked.
Papyrus realized that he was in fact cooking at the moment. “Oh, right! I need to turn the heat up!”