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Gaster frowned as the machine whirred, before shutting down. "I don't understand… Why can't it work?" He asked himself frustrated.

"Maybe it's because you forgot something?" Dudley asked from his place on his laptop, on the other side of Gaster's 'Specially positioned' *Cough* Messy *Cough* room.

"No, I didn't forget anything." He told him annoyed. "I built it perfectly, the blueprints should have worked…" He said.

"You sure?" Dudley asked taking a look. "Yeah you forgot that thing." He said pointing at a part on the blueprints.

"Of course… That creates energy with power equivalent to a SAVE POINT… Of course it doesn't work without it!" He shouted at himself, setting up a tiny chip inside it and activating it. It whirred to life before it faded, showing it was ready… He put on the watch he'd designed, strapping onto his wrist. "And now… We wait…" He told Dudley. "If he can't fix the machine it will take unnecessary energy to set up the connection." He explained.

Few months later

The previous scientist sat on the train, reading a book he had taken from the void, where everything that had been erased with him was stored for him to access whenever he liked, or at least copies of them since some of them had caused major events in history, so instead it was forgotten he'd created them. It was one of his own books, of course he'd had it translated to English for anyone to read, since his font caused everything to become wingdings if he wrote them… It was a simple book, simply a story he had written under a Nom De Plume, or pen name. The name he used for the book was a simple one, Fluffy Bunny, a simple child's book actually. He was reading to relax, and to realise how much the fall had ruined him…

"Excuse me, have you seen a toad? Neville's, umm, lost one." A girl with bushy hair asked, looking nervous and quite short.

"I don't believe I have…" He said before remembering. "Actually, I think it's here!" He said, grabbing a toad from behind a cushion. "There you are miss." He told her, handing it too her and revealing his palms.

"G- Oh, I'm sorry… How did you…" The girl nearly said before realising and trying to change the subject.

"A simple physical appearance, it does nothing to inhibit my movement." He told her, the symbols floating behind him and trying to figure out where he had heard that stutter before…

Hours later

Gaster stepped off of the boats, having remembered where he recognised the stutter. It was identical to that of Alphys! She was his assistant in the lab before he fell into his creation… So why would a random human girl have the exact same stutter and similar voice to a monster? It was an interesting question… One that he was going to solve…

He stepped towards the sorting hat, having ignored most of the events before that point, he placed it on his head, wearing his gloves which had holes in the palm that he could place a cover over as well as a large block to fit inside the circular shapes, he'd had them specially made from a store nearby that he occasionally helped out at. Just before it went on he remembered. "I much prefer to be called W.D Gaster, as I'm sure you remember." He told McGonagall.

"Well… This is interesting!" The hat exclaimed inside the Scientists mind. "Hmm… Slytherin is not a good idea… You would destroy it all, Hufflepuff would work, but you're only part of yourself, so unless you find the family part then it won't work… Gryffindor is light and you are not, your experiments show that, so that leaves… RAVENCLAW!" The hat roared, shocking most of the school, but not a few of them… Oddly.

Gaster went to the table calmly, pulling off his gloves and popping out the blocks, putting them in his DIMENSIONAL BOX for storage.

"What's with your hands?" Someone asked him as the sorting ended and everyone began to eat.

"There's nothing wrong with them…" He growled, having been asked more times than he could remember.

"But you have holes in them! How do they work? Are your nerves going around them? Do they even work?" A different student asked curiously.

"Yes, they do work just as well as normal hands. The nerves go around them without being trapped or damaged." He explained, relieved to have someone logically minded ask him.

"You got them from You-Know-Who." Another one, well stated more than asked.

"No, I don't know who. And they've been like this since I was born…" He snapped angrily. "I'm sick of people asking moronic questions now!" He growled as he ate a pie, stopping when he tasted it. "This is…"

"Butterscotch Cinnamon pie, one slice." A 1st year with grey hair said, a smile on her face. "I cook a lot at home, so I offered to bring some to the school with me." She explained as Gaster smiled slightly, his memories of the queen resonating with this girl.

"What's your name?" He asked curiously.

"Hmm? Oh! It's Toriel, Toriel Livell!" She said with a smile.

"Toriel…" He whispered, the Queen's image appearing in his vision.

"Are you alright Gaster? That's the name you asked to be called right?" Toriel asked carefully.

"I am fine y- Toriel." He said, nearly calling her the queen by accident.

"If you're sure…" She said cautiously.

"I'm fine." He insisted.

"You seem to recognise Toriel's pie…" A large looking but still clearly first year student pointed out curiously, his hair blonde.

"Well…" He stopped to try and make up an excuse.

"This means you must be a good person!" The boy decided, giving him a smile. "I am Asgore Dreemurr, also Toriel's betrothed… Our family has arranged a marriage contract that we were not expecting you see." He explained with a shrug.

"Interesting…" Gaster muttered as he thought about something.