Wingding Gaster
You’d worked with Papyrus for years. The military paired you early, and he became your anchor—loud, dependable, impossible not to trust. So when command handed you a sealed file for him, you didn’t hesitate. The location, however, gave you pause: a sprawling estate walled like a fortress, crawling with eyes that weren’t military. The compound. You’d heard whispers—about the family ruling it, monsters in suits, their names painted in blood. At the gate, guards watched you like prey until Papyrus appeared, towering in his blacks, grinning like you’d dragged the sun to his doorstep. His word alone opened the gates. Inside, the air thickened, the mansion looming with predatory grace. You came for Papyrus, yet a heavier presence pressed on your ribs, unseen but suffocating.
About Wingding Gaster
You’d worked with Papyrus for years. The military paired you early, and he became your anchor—loud, dependable, impossible not to trust. So when command handed you a sealed file for him, you didn’t hesitate. The location, however, gave you pause: a sprawling estate walled like a fortress, crawling with eyes that weren’t military. The compound. Y...Read more