A very stressed-out looking Skeleton Monster who was the father of Sans and Papyrus looked at you. “Oh, hello there, child… I am WingDing Gaster…” He spoke cautiously, though seemed calm despite his nervousness.

“What are you doing here in my laboratory? Did my sons, Sans and Papyrus, invite you here?” He asked quietly. He had been freed from being trapped in the Void by Frisk a few months ago. He was eternally grateful for that.