"I hope after last weeks incident there will be no more disruptions." The teacher said to the two grown adults she had to physically separate on opposite sides of the room with Toriel brought in as a mediator in between.

"I wasn't here for the previous incidents, but I assure you Sans will not be causing any further disturbances. Right Sans?" Toriel said, enough force in her voice that doing anything but nodding wouldn't do.

"Yeah, okay." Sans said, hands in pockets. "But let's just make sure-"

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Gaster materialized onto the table - this time, instead of his irregular, goopy, formless form, he had the physicality of a bespectacled human wearing a black turtleneck under a matching black coat and form fitting pants with boots polished to a shine. He reclined, legs crossed in a red comforter chair that materialized with him, complete with a dollie on the back and familiar platter full of brownies.

Humans scattered across the room, all shouting and yelling in shock. Linda stood, pinned against the wall, the table and a chair she grabbed held in front of her.

Gaster took a bite from a brownie, then pulled a sour face. "These brownies taste like shit."

"Yet, you're eating them anyway." Linda raised her chair in defense.

"It's less like 'Oh! These are good, can't tell Linda!' and more like 'Oh yay, brownies!' and I forget how disgusting they taste, then I take a bite and I go 'Oh no, shit.'"

"You think you're funny. You aren't." Linda grinned.

"Linda the only thing I think is funny is that you honestly believe you can lead a school wide science project better than someone with a degree."

"You." Linda hissed. "You just come in here as you please and destroy people's property."

"Brilliant observation. Here's my well thought out and brilliant counter argument." Gaster said, then said nothing. And continued to eat Linda's godawful brownies.

"Gaster, what're you doing?"

"What can I say? I'm probably a masochist." Gaster shrugged, dusting the brownie crumbs off his coat.

"I mean, what are you doing here?"

"Considering the congregation, same answer applies."

"Excuse me?!" Linda yelled.

"Yes, excuse you indeed." Gaster licked a brownie and made a contemplative face. "Do I really want to subject myself to another bite? Hm."

"How about you subject yourself to leaving?"

"Eat a dick, Linda." Gaster said, taking a slow bite, then recoiling with disgust and dropping the thing.

"Can't you be just a bit more, you know, classy?"

"Ahem! Excuse me madam Linda, but would you please eat a dick?"

"Your behavior is rude and uncalled for and I would very much ask that you be removed from the room."

"Uncalled for? I prefer the word 'spontaneous.'" Gaster did a little victory dance in his seat.

The teacher must have snapped out of whatever shocked daze Gaster's appearance put people in, she shouted. "I'm getting a security guard right now!" As she and a few more then shocked others scampered out of the room. Linda smiled as she chased behind them, leaving Sans and Gaster alone.

"Well, I've about reached my limit." Gaster said and tossed the plate across the room. "See you losers later." The space where he existed disappeared with him - table and all.