I don't think enough people talk about YOU TWO. People are always attributing various things to gaster, but there were two other people in the room with him when it happened. They could be the ones doing these things. I always felt like a lot of the things attributed to him seem to contradict each other personality-wise. Maybe one of them is going around giving random short guys new, never-before-seen complexes while the other is handing out eggs, or making fountains.
On deltarune.com/chair there's dialogue that appears in the tab name: "But what if it could get... ...darker than dark?" This seems like it was said surrounding one of Gaster's dark experiments, but notably, it is not in all capital letters, like Gaster always speaks in. This was someone else talking. They use capitalization the normal way, just like the voice that discards the vessel, so they could be the same person. I know just about everyone uses capitalization the normal way, the connecting thread here is both being in relation to Gaster, the capitalization just means that them being the same person is allowed.
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𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐋
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“If I couldn’t use magic, would you still love me?”
You trace the dark lines on Orter’s face as you curl into his side, his bare chest steadily rising and falling with his breaths.
“What notion gave you the idea that I loved you?”
“Well, we’re married for starters.” You move to his hair next, smoothing the sweat-dampened locks out of his face.
“Marriages of convenience are not uncommon.”
You give him a bland look, one which he can’t see due to his closed eyes, and flick your fingers against his nose before moving to get out of the bed. His arms slither around your waist and pull you back against him, the both of you now on your sides and staring into each others eyes. “I was joking.”
“Your jokes are terribly unfunny.” A ghost of a smile settles on his lips.
“It’s a good thing you didn’t marry me for my humor then, isn’t it?”
“You’re avoiding the question.”
You’ve always wondered if Orter’s love for you was conditional on if you could use magic or not. If you had been born without the blessing from the Gods, the very thing that was revered throughout this world, would he have still fallen for you? Would he have declared his love for you in a murky, dust-ridden library in a hushed whisper before kissing you behind the cover of a book? Would he have held you so tenderly, embraced you so lovingly, loved you like this if not?
“If it were the other way around,” you start, “I’d still love you.” And it’s the truth - you would love Orter through it all. If he were to lose his magic as well as everything to his name tomorrow, he’d still have you and your love.
He sighs out through his nose, one big hand settling on your waist, his skin hot against yours. “I abhor any and everything that threatens the current order of things - you know this. While I acknowledge that boy’s strength and contributions to keep this world safe…I would not hesitate to do away with him solely due to his lack of magic.” His gaze doesn’t falter, and you feel the corners of your mouth downturn as you try to bat away your disappointment.
It was a silly question, one you knew you wouldn’t like the answer to, and yet you had still asked. I have no right to be upset.
“With that being said, I can’t imagine myself feeling anything but love and adoration for you.”
“Orter..”
“Me hating you is simply unfathomable - if you were to wake up tomorrow and realize you could do exponentially better than me, I would still love you. If you were to drive a knife through my heart and smile as you did it, I would still love you. If you were to lose every drop of magic in your body, I would still love you. I’m aware that me saying that makes me a hypocrite, but there are worse things to be in this life.”
His hand moves to cup your cheek, and he presses a chaste kiss to your lips before going to pull away, only to be stopped by your arms winding around his neck as you deepen the kiss, unable to stop the blinding smile that takes over your face.
“I love you,” you say in between kisses, and Orter maneuvers the both of you so he’s flat on his back with you straddling his hips. His hands settle on your waist and you push yourself up, your own hands splayed across his chest as you look down at him. “Even if you do look silly without your glasses.”
“…please disregard my earlier sentiments.”
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