"That is not what we talked about!" My mom yelled. "I know, but, y/n loves him. She will finally date a guy. He's crazy and might of killed people but she loves him," my dad smiled. Gaster stuck his tongue at my mom. I hit him for it.

"But, he's really older than her!" My mom yelled. 'Spirit, I'm 21 years older than you. Plus we met in prison," my dad said in a serious voice. "Oof," gaster smiled. "Shut up!" My mom yelled. My mom stomped to gaster. "You think you're so strong and you can do anything you want!" My mom screamed. "Do you want a demonstration?" Gaster asked. "You can't hurt me," my mom crossed her arms. "I won't," gaster smiled. He grabbed my mom's hands. "So now what?" My mom asked. He put her hands to her chest. "Now worry about yourself every once in a while," gaster smiled. "Fine, you're strong," my mom huffed. "But you lay one finger on me and I'll-" my mom said before gaster poked her. "You motherfucker!" My mom yelled. "It's fine, calm down," my dad said grabbing her.

"Your mom is feisty," gaster whispered to me. "Yeah it runs in the family," I whispered back. "Oh ho ho, you are sly," gaster smiled. He got more down to my hight. Then he sat down. I sat on him and he hugged me. "I'm tired," gaster said. "Yeah me too," I smiled. I was so tired that I fell asleep right there.