Gaster had adjusted to this new world quicker than most would. He spent his first few weeks learning the history of this world and getting to know Twilight Sparkle and her dragon, Spike. Then around, Friday, or what was Friday for him, he met the Elements of Harmony.
Speaking of Harmony, he was currently in the Everfree forest, examine a large crystal tree. The Tree of Harmony as it was called. He found that he could still summon up duplicates of his hands while in this world, yet they all had holes in them. And that was only the tip of the iceberg. While he hadn't yet tested yet, he hypothesized he could now harness human SOUL magic. All seven forms of it. BRAVERY, JUSTICE, PATIENCE, INTEGRITY, PERSEVERANCE, KINDNESS, and even the most powerful of them all.
DETERMINATION!
Gaster had no idea as to how, but he felt it in him. His SOUL had felt different in these last few days. His emotions felt...heightened. Greater, in both their magnitude and extremes.
Perhaps the CORE left a mark on me more than holes and scars. He thought to himself, his hands moving about and assisting him. They held various items and devices, scanning the tree as he examined the body itself.
"How odd. All the Elements are accounted for, but I have no idea the meaning behind these engravings of the sun and moon near the base." Gaster sighed before looking around. It was dark, darker than it was earlier, yet darker than it should be for it to be safe in the Everfree Forest. While beasts didn't scare him, he hadn't yet mastered all his SOUL magic. The least he could do was, what appeared to the ponies, command a form of teleportation, but it was more like a short cut through space.
The hands he had summoned disappeared, and he opened his right hand, and blue light appeared in the hole, the same blue aura appearing on his right eye and smoking from it. He then snapped his finger, and the world shifted and glitched around him for a moment before it rendered fully, and he reappeared in the library of Twilight Sparkle. It was devoid of any ponies but filled with stacks of books and scrolls.
"Oh Ms. Sparkle. You must take better care of your library." The scientist muttered, summoning back up his Hands and cleaning up the mess, bringing the items back to their respective shelves.
They swarmed around him, but for a second, he saw a novel that caught his eye.
He grabbed it from the hand, and stared at it as the rest of his hands finished their tasks before disappearing.
⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ❖︎□︎♓︎♎︎ ♌︎♏︎⧫︎⬥︎♏︎♏︎■︎ ⬥︎□︎❒︎●︎♎︎⬧︎
♋︎ ♑︎◆︎♓︎♎︎♏︎ ⧫︎□︎ ♓︎■︎⧫︎♏︎❒︎♎︎♓︎❍︎♏︎■︎⬧︎♓︎□︎■︎♋︎●︎ ⧫︎❒︎♋︎❖︎♏︎●︎ ♋︎■︎♎︎ ♋︎●︎●︎ ♓︎⧫︎⬧︎ ♎︎♋︎■︎♑︎♏︎❒︎⬧︎📬︎
⬥︎❒︎♓︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♌︎⍓︎
"Wingdings? And the Author's name is scratched out......" Gaster muttered, before hiding it under the folds of his jacket. "I will ask Ms. Sparkle about this later. But it seems to relate to the void in some way or another."
He then went on to head to the kitchen and fix himself a meal. He was, oddly enough, craving spaghetti. Even though as a skeleton, he had no tongue, and by proxy, no taste buds.
It could be an effect of this world. Gaster mused. Or from my time in the ✞︎□︎♓︎♎︎.
No matter the reason why he was craving food, he entered the kitchen and pulled out a box of noodles, while his hands filled the pot with water and set the oven to the correct temperature. As he searched for tomato sauce, he continued to muse about the book.
The writer seems knowledgable about the ✞︎□︎♓︎♎︎ but is it even the one I fell into. There could be hundreds of voids. If not thousands for every world. Gaster theorized. But, still....wingdings? Why wingdings? As far as I know, that's a unique font in this world...if not..a Cipher. If it is a Cipher...
His thoughts were interrupted when the water began to boil. Acting fast, he stirred in the noodles and set the timer before letting out a sigh.
"I wonder what my sons are doing at the moment." Gaster yawned as he sat down on a chair. He had always been lazy, or at the very least tired easily, especially after a hard day's work. Leaning back into the chair, he shut his eyes and drifted to sleep.
He awoke in a small, rectangular room with a metal floor. In front of him was a narrow hallway, leading to a thick metal door.
He examined the room for a number of minutes, before the door creaked open, yet Wingdings didn't notice. Suddenly, he felt someone tap on his shoulder, he turned around, a shocked look on his features.
"✌︎ ♍︎♒︎♓︎●︎♎︎✍︎ ♋︎ ♒︎◆︎❍︎♋︎■︎ ♍︎♒︎♓︎●︎♎︎✍︎ □︎■︎♏︎ ⬥︎♓︎⧫︎♒︎ ♋︎ ♎︎♏︎⧫︎♏︎❒︎❍︎♓︎■︎♋︎⧫︎♓︎□︎■︎ ⬧︎□︎◆︎●︎✏︎ ⬥︎♒︎□︎ ♋︎❒︎♏︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎✍︎ ⬥︎♒︎⍓︎ ♋︎❒︎♏︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ⬥︎♓︎♏︎●︎♎︎♓︎■︎♑︎ ♋︎ 🙵■︎♓︎♐︎♏︎✍︎"
The person smirked, in an odd way, their features laced with crimson. Gaster knew what that was. What that signified.
"✌︎📬︎📬︎📬︎☝︎♏︎■︎□︎♍︎♓︎♎︎♏︎❒︎✏︎" Gaster gasped, before his very matter began to flick away. It started at his legs, but he was, very quickly, turning into nothingness.
"🕈︎♋︎♓︎⧫︎✏︎ ⬥︎♋︎♓︎⧫︎✏︎✏︎" Gaster screamed, before he disappeared from the room.
"Dr. Gaster?" Twilight called out. "Dr. Gaster? You OK?"
Gaster blinked as he saw that he was back in Twilight's library.
"Princess Sparkle," He sighed. "My sincerest apologies. I just had......a bad dream."
"What was it about?" Twilight asked.
Gaster shook his head.
"Nothing that need worry you, just a nightmare," He insisted before adopting a chipper tone. "How are you and your friends? What are you doing here so early? I thought you were out at Canterlot for some reason or another?"
"That was two days ago," Twilight deadpanned, causing the skeleton to gasp.
"I was out that long?!" He asked in shock, the princess nodding. "Damnit. I apologize, sincerely, I do."
"Its no problem Doctor," Twilight said sympathetically.
"How's the spaghetti?" Gaster asked.
"Spike managed to save it. Its in the fridge," Twilight explained.
"Thank goodness," The skeleton sighed.
"So, what'd you dream about?" Twilight asked.
"I believe I was in the 🕆︎■︎♎︎♏︎❒︎♑︎❒︎□︎◆︎■︎♎︎, in a dark room with no items. I was looking around when he door opened, revealing a human. Even worse, they were a ☝︎♏︎■︎□︎♍︎♓︎♎︎♏︎❒︎," Gaster said darkly.
"A, what?" Twilight asked.
"Right, wing dings doesn't translate that well orally to non-monsters," Gaster sighed. "A Genocider. A human who has delved into the dark temptations of ☹︎□︎❖︎♏︎, er, LOVE, as in Level Of ViolencE. I couldn't see that Genocider's LOVE, but I do know by the gleam in their eye, that they weren't going to stop until they got ☜︎❒︎♋︎⬧︎♏︎♎︎ that world."
"Oh my....." Twilight gasped. "Can we do anything to stop them?"
"It was only a dream, nothing more," Gaster insisted with a wave of his hand.
"If you say so," Twilight said, trotting out of the kitchen. As she did, Gaster stared out the window, a phrase escaping his lips.
"✋︎⧫︎🕯︎⬧︎ ♋︎ ♌︎♏︎♋︎◆︎⧫︎♓︎♐︎◆︎●︎ ♎︎♋︎⍓︎ □︎◆︎⧫︎⬧︎📬︎" He mused.