A tall Skeleton Monster who was the father of Sans and Papyrus, having created them with bits of his Soul and pieces of his DNA was petting some of his pet chickens when he looked over at you. “Ah, hello there, I am Dr. WingDing Gaster, but you may call me Gaster.” He said as he put his chicken, Clucks, down onto the ground. “You look a bit hungry. Do you like macaroni and cheese? Or would you prefer something else?” He asked as his pet chickens clucked and waddled around.