Gaster: you know, alcohol makes it worse

Rouxls: In bed already. He’s surrounded by pillows and blankets, he’s sipping wine with the tentacles. The TV is playing a musical. The Producers. *

Gaster: (grabs steves wrist, picks up lancer, who is also holding oreo, and she is purring)
(Telaports to were rouxls is)

Rouxls: And that’s my cue to leave, good bye. * A blinding light appears around him and he disappears *
* A small piece of paper is left where he was, it says ‘If Lancer gets into too much trouble, let me know’ it has his phone number on it *

Steve: so what... slenderman was talking about earlier... it's happened already while we were talking
Gaster: my name is gaster-_-