* DING! *
* DING *
DING
You stood in your seat, tense from the sound of a grandfather clock's chime. You were back in the office, the same one you dreaded entering for years. An ominous figure stood by a window, holding a cup of tea and taking slow, irregular, sips.
"I know you feel terrible. So terrible for what happened. But you have to remember."
His melted face turned to stare into your eyes. He didn't move them and made sure you felt very uncomfortable.
"Nothing can change what happened last year. Your choices didn't matter, you couldn't help them. It wasn't your fault for any of what had happened, it was merely fate that grasped hold of her and killed her."
His heavy Scottish accent didn't seem to soothe you, nay, not in the slightest. His uneven eyes didn't seem to ease you, nor did his brown vest, blue tie or white shirt. You felt discontinued from reality. Were you?
"I am not going to hurt you, nor your little world that runs wild in your head. I'm here to help you and ease you, _____"
You noticed a small placard on his desk that read "Dr. Gaster". You heard of that name before, something about being a pretty famous psychologist. Nothing much else though...
"Is it ok if I may ask some questions? To see what we're working with here?"
You nodded slowly, but you were still slightly unsure.
"Do you sometimes...act weirdly? Do things that maybe not everyone does?"
- Yes
- No
