((The Death of W.D.))

A continuation of ((Dear Diary,)). It also includes Siqua and Papyrus's previously-mentioned first meeting!

((Dear Diary-- It's been a while since I've written to (on) you; since I've carved my words into your dry, papery flesh. Ugh, sorry. I don't know why I'm apologizing to a notebook. I really need to find some fake person to write to! Anyway, a lot has happened. I'll save you the gory details, but essentially, W.D. is dead... metaphorically, of course. He's been replaced with "Gaster", the name I gave him, and the name he has completely seized.

Dear W.D.-- It would have made sense if you'd changed- I think anybody in that situation wouldn't be the same. Well, that's what's so confusing; everything about "Gaster" is exactly the same as "W.D."... To everyone else, at least. Nobody notices the non-physical things. Gaster dropped the child dev. class. I feel like that's important? I don't know, I feel so scrambled.

Dear W.D.-- When I asked Gaster about the name change, he gave me his dumb look like always, but when I tried to read him his stats were all off. ??% anger. ??% humor. He says "W.D. was an idiot." Well, I think Gaster is just as much of an idiot as you, if not dumber! Because now with any slightest movement or noise, I can hear him holding his breath. And he pretends I'm too stupid to notice!

Dear W.D.-- Oh! I forgot an important event. After the you-know-what, we became vigilantes! Here, I'll tell you how it happened; Me and Gaster were walking to our next class (in a crowded hallway, mind you) and he practically shouts, "I want to be a vigilante with you." My first instinct was to push him to the wall, my elbow to his neck. I know, I shouldn't have, but I was surprised! I felt so, so guilty. His eye(s)... he looked at me.

Dear W.D.-- Gaster's eyes were terrified, frozen with fear. It hurt so bad, to see him look at me the way everyone else looks at me. I didn't let go of him, but I did give him some breathing room. Give me a break, I've never had to be gentle with anybody before! Nobody's ever asked it of me, not even my husband. Not even my We went outside to talk. "I'm sorry, Gaster." Gaster looked annoyed, I think. "Why are you apologizing. Anyway. Answer me."

Dear W.D.-- It all worked out from there. I told Gaster to shut up about it and I'd meet him at his house. I also told him to be dressed appropriately, which I guess I didn't explain well enough because when I showed up to his house, he was wearing something straight out of a band concert; black, concealing, sleek... which, I guess is similar to what I told him; dark, concealing, free movement. But I made sure to let him know that black is far too stark, and the dress was too limiting.

Dear W.D.-- there was something odd about being at Gaster's house. It made me realize how little we know about each other. I met the fabled Papyrus for the first time, and seeing him in the corner of the room, all curled up away from us (playing with a remote?) made me think of a young W.D.- curled, nervous. Something to be gentle to.

Dear W.D.-- I kneeled down by Papyrus and said hello, super sweet-like. I think it surprised Gaster. Hell, it surprised me! Papyrus looked at me, hid his remote behind his back, and said, "Bleh." Behind me, I heard Gaster about to scold Papyrus, like a computer starting up. "Bleh." I said back to him. Papyrus scrunched his face in confusion, then started laughing. He sounded just like Gaster.

Dear W.D.-- in conclusion, I miss you. I miss the "you" before you were replaced by Gaster, who speaks only in correct capitalization, periods, and confusing stats. I miss when I didn't have to protect you. But... it's kind of nice, at the same time. We'll both have to change for each other, and it'll be difficult. Anyway, this was weird. I don't think I'm ever gonna write to you again. Maybe I'll throw away this journal, or hide it; I can't have anyone figuring out we are vigilantes, hmhm!

I just want to be good. All I want is to be a good person. Why is that so much to ask?))