I guess looking back at it all now, I'm not sure what I was thinking. Perhaps it was that I thought that it couldn't be helped. That absolutely no one would want to help it or even know what it was. Was it just in my genetics? Was it a disorder? Could it be reversed? Heh. At that time, at the age of 10, I had pretty much given up on trying to figure out why I was the way I was. Why things around me would always float up in the air when I was feeling any type of strong emotion. Why my left eye glows blue and my right eye glows orange. Why I could see things that no one else could. It was all a mystery to me and anyone else that made the effort to take a second glance as I passed them by, down the sidewalk. Or at least until... Gaster... Gasters actually... Until they entered the realm of my pitiful life. I remember the first day I had met classic Gaster. W.D. Gaster is his real name, but I didn't learn that until recently.

Anyway, I was on my way to the abandoned house on the mountain, which was covered in snow, always, by the way. I lived there. It was quiet, large, and stocked to the brim, with caned and boxed foods. Perfect for a loner, 10 year old, like myself. Anyway, I was hiking my way up the side of the cold mountain, my red scarf covering half of my face, from my nose down, and my blue jacket zipped up and hands stuffed into my pockets. I had my fuzzy hood over my head to keep from getting cold. And my pants and boots made it easier to travel in snow, but still. Being 10, It was difficult, especially because I was so small and didn't have much muscular endurance. So typically, by the time I got to the house, I was beyond exhausted. But that day something was... Off. So I get to the house, crawl in through the dog door, like normal, but I came to find out that the door had been forced open. At first I was terrified. The possibility that there was another person, that could potentially harm me, was literally, petrifying. But I gulped down my fear, hoping that maybe the visitor might have left. Unfortunately, I was so wrong. The moment I stepped foot into the kitchen I was thrown against the wall and then picked up by my jacket. I stared into the eyes of this figure, it didn't even look human... Mostly cause it wasn't. The creators eyes where surrounded by black, but the pupils, oddly enough, where white and beady. It had a white face, that of a rough paint job on a freshly painted wall, but its eye, it's left one, it was only partly open. The reason was easy to find though, there was a black streak from the top of its head, through its eyebrow, to the top eyelid of its left eye causing it to have a lazy eye. The other eye was wide open with another black marking from its under eyelid to the corner of its mouth and it looked at me, scared and confused. It looked at me curiously. Like something about me was familiar to it, yet, different. Then it brought a hand, which oddly enough, had a circle through the middle of it, up to my face. I squinted my eyes shut afraid it might lash out at me. But instead it brought my hood down from my head, and pulled my scarf down from around my face, so it dangled around my neck. It took a few moments for me to realize it hadn't yet attacked me, so carefully I reopened my right eye, which again, glows orange, to scope out danger. But I didn't see any. Just this broken creature looking at me. I opened my left eye and blinked a few times. It just sat... Stood? Floated? There in place, unmoving. Then it broke out into tears, and held me close, whispering unfinished sentences to the effect of "I'm so sorry" and "it's all my fault" and a few other things like "Sans" and "Papyrus" which at first, I didn't get. So of course, me, being the young and easily sympathetic/empathetic, hugged back a creature that I didn't even know. And it was just like that for a good 5 minutes. Finally, it snapped to life and released me.

"I'm sorry human... I... You just... Remind me of... Oh what's the use, humans don't understand me..." It said quite frustrated.

"Who do I remind you of, Mr?" A younger me asked, tugging on the sleeve of its now apparent suit. It was surprised suddenly, it looked at me in both awe an affection.

"At the moment, little human, it's not important, can I ask how you can hear me?" It asked. I shrugged.

"I guess two ears on the sides of my head help... You don't have ears do you Mr?" Younger me asked. It chuckled.

"No, little human, I don't have ears. But that's not exactly what I meant. How can you understand me, is what I should have asked." It explained. I smiled.

"I donno Mr. I guess I'm just weird that way." Younger me replied. Then the figure kneeled down to speak to me at my level.

"You are anything but weird, little human." It explained. I shrugged.

"I don't mind being weird, Mr. If there weren't any weird people in the world it would be normal and boring." Younger me explained. It chuckled, again.

"Alright little human, then you are anything but normal." It replied.

"Thank you Mr. I take pride in my weirdness." Younger me explained.

"Little human, you don't have to keep calling me Mr." It announced.

"Well then what do I call you, M- Sir?" Younger me asked.

"I'm Gaster, little human." Gaster announced.

"Oh! I like that, Mr. Gaster." Younger me smiled.

"Do you have a name little human?" Gaster asked. I dropped my head a little, then shook it.

"No." Younger me replied.

"Well I can change that." Gaster explained. And from then on Gaster and I shared the abandoned house on the mountain.