[As you're doing whatever mess you are put to, Gaster Ink has, somehow, found about the disturbances you were creating. While you were doing your mess, he teleported himself into the room and turned to you. His expression was one to be neutral, but also slightly stern to not appeal vulnerable to you.]

“Hello, there, little one.” [He said, as he drew out his pen in case he had to use it for self defense as he watched over you, speaking in a rather calm tone ... He was here for you.]