Gaster x Reader- Not Your Fault

Not Your Fault Pt 2

Looking over at the dresser you noticed a neatly folded coat and your pair of boots... Your eyes widened as you looked down at the dressing gown you were wearing.

I wasn't wearing this when I arrived!

Before you could say anything a creaking sound distracted you.

Your eyes darted towards the door.

Good! I need a few words with this "Doctor"!

Surprisingly it was not the doctor who appeared in the doorway but was instead a familiar and much smaller skeleton.

"Paps?" You asked, surprised by the rough croakiness of your own voice.

The skeleton child approached with something in his arms. As he got closer you noticed it was a tray with food on it.

Your stomach growled as the smell of pasta wafted upwards. Paps laid the tray on your lap before climbing onto the bed beside you. He beamed up at you, "I-I MADE IT WITH DADDY."

"It smells amazing. You must be a very good cook," You told the beaming child.

Taking a fork you shoved a heap of pasta and cheese into your mouth, letting out a satisfied moan.

This is amazing.

Swallowing you gave Paps a thumb up, "You're an amazing cook, Paps."

Paps giggled happily at the approval of his cooking, "Daddy taught me."

Daddy?

Paps must have noticed your puzzled expression as he answered, "Daddy is the one who is fixin you up... I toll him that you didn wanna hurt me."

You recalled the moment before you had passed out, when Paps had been standing over you as the man... the Doctor attacked you.

That man is Paps father.

You busied yourself with shoveling pasta into your mouth as thoughts buzzed around your mind.

So he attacked me because he thought I was attacking his kid? I mean sure I'd probably be worried if my kid showed up with some stranger... but to the point of wanting to kill that person...

You sighed pushing the thoughts to the side, your head was aching and all the worrying wasn't helping. You finished the last of the past and downed the water before placing the tray on the bedside table. Paps had been telling you all about his cooking lessons and you half listened to the excited child, eyes drooping from tiredness.

Paps noticed, "You must be tired. You can sleep if you wan... I'll protect you." The little skeleton declared, puffing out his chest.

You giggled and lay down, your head sinking into the soft pillow, "I trust you to do a good job, my little guard."

Paps let out a strange little giggle again as he nodded excitedly. Your eyes drooped further as sleep began to take over your mind.

The third time you awoke was the final time. You felt incredibly rejuvenated, sure your arm was still in a cast and limbs stiff from long periods of inactivity, but you were mentally buzzing. You sat up and noticed that a plate of cookies, flavoured milk and a note sat on the bedside table. Paps himself was gone though.

You munched on a cookie as you read the note, its contents scrawled in red crayon;

Dear Human,

I had to leave because Daddy said I had to sleep.

I have made you cookies.

Please enjoy,

Your guard,