[PP-F1] (Magda)

[Gaster 0]

Gaster sat on a bench in the Starting City, a small flower with yellow petals in his hands. He was contemplating it, or maybe trying to get inspiration from it. He thought that, perhaps by some amazing and near impossible chance, he would get some unbelievably amazing idea for an invention from this small, delicate, yellow flower. Perhaps he would, if he kept contemplating it. Thinking over its petals, its stem, every bit and piece, until he had something. Every now and then he would get lost in his contemplation, his mind taking him to a more fantastic place. When he'd catch himself, he would jump, look around to see if anyone was looking, and return to the flower. "Perhaps, little one." he thought to himself. "Perhaps."