((Dear Diary,))

This one was a little bit of a puzzle for you to figure out who and where this narrator is. It helped support Siqua and Gaster's history during their arguments.

((Dear Diary- People say it's therapeutic to write to a diary. Something about telling your innermost secrets to somebody who isn't real, or something. I always thought it was bullshit. Addressing the object in my hand, as if "you" can write me back. But "you" are nothing but paper. Maybe it'd be better if it were addressed to an imaginary person, but I haven't come up with anyone good yet.

Dear Diary- It's no secret that I like to fuck with the royal students, which I guess defeats to purpose of this journal. I mean, c'mon! They've all been told they're perfect all their life; the bigger the heads, the more fun it is to pop. Metaphorically, of course. Like a needle to a balloon.

Dear Diary- Anyway, the best thing ever happened yesterday. This freshman royal student shows up in child dev.-- one of those scrawny guards who specialize in magic-- and get this. He sits right next to me. So obviously, I'm yanking his chain any chance I get. I'm thinking, this kid thinks he's the shit, right? But um. I don't know, he turned to look at me.

Dear Diary- I learned his name, the "royal" freshman. I said "Gaster, I bet you know aalll this stuff, right?" And he was like, "You can just call me W.D." all smug-like. So I got in his face and said, "I call you whatever I want." expecting him to act like all the other hot-shot royal students, pissing their pants. But he just has this deadpan face. "Alright."

Dear Diary- Maybe talking to you is pretty good, afterall. I've got so many lies, I can't keep them straight. I've got a husband and kid, to make myself look good-- well, not just for that, of course. I just wish I could tell them where I work, but it is unforgivable. It's stupid, but sometimes I just wish I could do good for the world. Maybe when I'm a scientist.

Dear Diary- Today in child dev., we were all talking about our kids. Gaster has a kid, apparently, with this goofy ass name. So during break I asked him, "Why 'Papyrus'?" and he says,"I'm not sure. When I was a kid, I was super into fonts. I even made my own. I said if I ever had kids, I'd have two, and I'd name them Papyrus and Comic Sans." Obviously at this point I was cackling.

Dear Diary- He gives me this weird look that he always gives me, and I'm like, "But why those two specifically?" "They aren't bad fonts, when used correctly. They can be perfectly fine when in the proper environment." So I had this silly idea, "Oh, I see! It's a metaphor! Nature vs. Nurture, right?" and he looks at me, 35% confused, 25% embarrassed, 40% judging, though those numbers don't add up.

Dear Diary- Oh right, my story from yesterday. So Gaster says, "Um. No. I just... like fonts." I guess it was silly to assume it was a metaphor. Not everything has to be some deep complex synonym. Sometimes people can just... like fonts. I guess I've really been thinking about child dev., with all that Nature vs. Nurture shit. I thought I'd hate it.))