Chapter 4 - Feed the child. - Page 3.

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Gaster gets down to Toriels level and attempts to give her the drink. She drops it. Gaster sighed. "I will hold it for her next time. . ."

He tried again and this time, he holds the glass of milk for her, helping her put the cup to her mouth. The milk goes through instead of magically disappearing.

Both Gaster and Horror's eye-sockets darken.

Gaster says. "I do not like this...I will run some tests, i could put her in the tank and try somehow feeding her through there."

Temmie says. "Yeah that is bad. Hmm, maybe you could try transferring some of your magic over to her? Maybe that will do something."

Mad gaster says. "Maybe having her around you alot will make her able to drink and eat, I could help. Maybe my magic will do something to help too."

Gaster whispered to Temmie and Horror. "She stays with me, i do not want her to have any of his magical energy."

Horror and Temmie nod in agreement.

Temmie says. "More agreeing, this day is getting weirder by the second."

Horror replied. "nah, we just cannot stand that mad bastard over there."

Gaster sighs and mumbled to them both. "He is our ally, lets all try to get along."

He thinks to himself. *He is a pest, but at least he has his stable moments sometimes.*

Horror sighed. "I mean he has been here for 8 years, he's not exactly our enemy but he's still someone to keep a eye-socket on from time to time. remember the time he got the whole lab covered in green radioactive goo!? he claimed it was stuff for cleaning the lab, if it was it sure backfired! heh I remember when some of it got on you temmie!"

Temmie glared at Mad Gaster for a moment. "Yeah I remember.."

Horror grins. "I did you the honor getting you shaved bald all over!"

Temmie growls.

Horror chuckled. "aw, don't be sore at me. my idea shaved your life!"

Gaster shaked his head sideways. "That chemical spill that day almost got you killed. Both Horror and i had no choice but to act as a..."

Horror says with a sudden huge grin. "your vet!"

Temmie hissed at Horror.

Horror says. "alright, I'll ease down now. I am going to hell later anyways right?"

Temmie raised his right eyebrow. "Huh?"

Horror pats temmie's left shoulder. "my home is hell, I'll ease down. you will need me later."

Temmie replied curiously. "Why, will i need you?"

Horror laughs in response. "let's say without me by your side or as a way of information, you wouldn't last long...especially if everyone back home didn't know anything about you. remembering anything outside our hellhole is a joke. our way of life, our quote is...Is eat or be eaten!"

Temmie is silent for a moment. He says in a serious tone. "Why?"

Horror sighed. "I will explain after breakfast. well, I'll be with Tori. all of you can eat."

Temmie raises an eyebrow. "Horror you got to eat sometime.." Horror replied in a serious tone with his eye-sockets black. "No."

Temmie shrugged. "Okay."


Horror turned back to Gaster and said. "I will talk to you guys later then?"
Gaster replied to Horror. "yeah." He smiled at Horror.

Dust didn't speak but gave Horror a thumbs up instead. He walks over toriel and pats her head. "see you later kid." He followed Gaster and Temmie suddenly talking to the left side of himself. "yeah, she'll be fine bro!"

Horror mumbled to himself. "still a fruitloop..."

He sees Mad gaster walk up to dust and hears a little of their conversation. "I wish I could see him! Not every day we have a ghost skeleton! Then again, she's not exactly ordinary either!"

Horror no longer hears what is being said but sees Dust summon one of his purple bones that have a sharp point at the end.

He sees Temmie get between the two of them, he mumbled to himself. "I wonder what is going on..." He looked down at Toriel, who is leaning against him snoring. More of the noises come from her but are faint.

Horror sighed, he gently picked her up and decided to ignore whatever is going on. Walking towards the couch, sitting down with her. Holding Toriel in his arms, he goes to sleep.

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