HATE. Pure HATE.


Flowey: *He relaxes, and continues petting Pastel* So.... What if they aren't good or bad...? They're just.... In between?

Sans: *He seems confused* Er... Okay.....??

Gaster: Oh, goodness no! I am nothing like that! I try not to hurt anybody! Much less my family.... Eliver, I understand tha- *Suddenly, a black, Ink-like substance bursts through the window, Gaster shows almost no reaction to it, and he grabs Eliver again, running into the basement of the house* That thing only came when you appeared here.... And, I know exactly why it's here..... Would you like me to explain?

A/N - So, I decided to draw the photo, and it looks so cute! 

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