Wingdings wasn't what one would call normal. There were numerous reasons for that, though the most prominent of these would probably be that he was

a. A skeleton.

b. A monster.

c. A tad bit off his rocker.

He wasn't always like this, of course. Though if I'm brutally honest I wouldn't know which I prefered.

He had an interesting job, to be honest. A job that was so interesting it could be summed up by saying that he wandered the world and picked pretty looking flowers. Though he would object to this quite a bit. "How utterly stupid," he would cry, "I am the great Wingdings Gaster, Medicinal Herbalist extraordinaire! For someone as amazing as me, my career couldn't be any less cool- STOP SNICKERING!"

Monsters and Humans, the two races that ruled over Earth. Wingdings didn't really like either of them, if he was honest. The Monster Kingdom, too concerned over the safety and happiness of their people, never approved of him getting any actual work done. Meanwhile, the Human Empire, while having no qualms with this, overloaded him with paperwork. "Yes, Mr. Gaster, you have to get willing volunteers to test your latest medical concoction on." And, "No, Mr. Gaster, you can't abduct them off of the streets. That's against the law."

Honestly, he thought to himself, it was surprising the world hadn't collapsed under these two hyperpowers.

Not like it mattered to him, of course. He had gone 'off of the grid' as one would say. No kingdom, no rules, he had said. Which was shortly before erasing his citizenship, packing up all of his belongings, and making off with his cut of the family fortune. He didn't really think that his family would ever want to see him after the Incident. Not that he cared, anyhow. He didn't need the approval of his family, they were irritating at best, suffocating at worst. His siblings were always awful to him.

He still couldn't see from his left eye.

But you aren't here to know about his past, are you? No, no no. You want an interesting story, something to waste away the time.

I'm sorry but I don't think a guy collecting flowers is an interesting story.

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Well I never said I wasn't going to tell the story, did I?