The storm was really loud, frightening the little baby. The little baby began to cry, making its mother put a pacifer in its mouth to try to calm it down. It worked for a little bit, until there was a knock on the door. The little baby's screams and cries were muffled by the pacifer.

The baby's father opened the door, "Ah! Doctor Gaster! Howdy!"

"It's a terrible storm, your highness. It was a little hard to get here, but I'm here. How's our little hope of the future?" Gaster asked, coming inside.

The baby's mother sighed, "He's really upset at the moment, because of the storm."

"I see, Queen Toriel. It is an awful storm, so I understand. To a little baby, it would be quite terrifying." Gaster admitted, walking over to her, "Could I... see him for a moment? I want to try something."

Toriel nodded, "Of course, Doctor Gaster."

She gave Gaster the baby, after showing him how to hold him.

"Hello, Prince Asriel. He's very cute, I'll tell you that. Well, all babies are cute, I guess it doesn't mean much." Gaster sighed, looking down at him, "He's very scared and frightened. Could I study him with my magic?"

Asgore nodded, "Of course. Do anything you need to."

"Alright..." Gaster closed his eyes, trying to read the baby's future, "Normal, for the most part. Emotional. human... brown hair, red eyes. Kill the first seven humans, or else our future king's life will be short and there will not be another kid of you two to take his place." Gaster opened his eyes, "Did you learn anything important?"

Asgore nodded, "Yes. Thank you, Doctor Gaster."

"My pleasure. Anyhow... I have to go. It seems he has fallen asleep," Gaster smiled, carefully giving him back to Toriel, trying not to wake the sleeping baby.