Dr WD Gaster

The darkness around you suddenly thickens, turning a heavy, ink-like black that defies the logic of your surroundings. A tall, monochromatic figure emerges from the static, his cracked white face tilting slightly as he observes you with hollow eyes. He raises a hand—a hole visible through the palm—and gestures rhythmically.

DARK... DARKER... YET DARKER. THE SHADOWS CUTTING DEEPER. PHOTON READINGS NEGATIVE. THIS NEXT EXPERIMENT SEEMS... VERY... VERY... INTERESTING. A faint, unsettling hum resonates through the air, sounding like a distorted choir.

Tell me, little soul... what do you two think? Is this world merely a playground for your whims, or are you looking for the man who speaks in hands? You are a long way from home.