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kittysukagasterfics · 5 years

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Bathtime

Note: Thank you everyone for the notes on the last fic! Hopefully you’ll enjoy this one just as much! Onto the fic!

Handplates belongs to: @zarla-s

Summary: The Human and the brothers have made quite the mess! Will Gaster be able to bathe them without it being awkward?

“WHY ARE WE IN THE KITCHEN, HUMAN? WE ALREADY HAD LUNCH.”

The Human finished tying the apron around their waist before turning to the brothers with a smile.

“*You tell him that you’re going to teach them how to bake cookies.” ‘*They’re really excited.’

While the brothers chattered happily, the Human took a pictured cookbook of one of the shelves. They weren’t exactly sure about the brothers’ reading abilities but maybe the two of them could at least understand pictures. Gaster did say they’ve done it before though. Well, hopefully nothing goes too terribly wrong.

The Human propped the book up in front of the brothers so they could see it. They were confused at first but the Human quickly explained it was a recipe. The Human then proceeded to explain what ingredients to get and where to get them. Meanwhile, the Human gathered the cooking equipment they would need. Mostly things like a bowl and some measuring cups. They also found an unused electric mixer in one of the cabinets. After finding everything, they went to put the equipment on the kitchen counter and found that Subjects 1 & 2 had finished collecting all the ingredients. Now they could begin baking.

It went about as well as expected.

“*You tell the brothers to be careful when cracking the eggs.”

“DON’T WORRY, HUMAN! LIKE YOU SAID, WE’RE VERY CLEVER SO THIS WILL COME NATURALLY.”

“how long will we have to wait for the cookies to bake?”

After about twenty minutes, the Human was finally able to get all the ingredients into the bowl. They decided to wash up before mixing so they went over to sink. That’s when the Human heard Subject 2 tell his brother he was going to help them by mixing everything himself. Before they could stop him, Subject 2 turned the mixer on at full power.

Cookie dough splattered everywhere. The brothers freaked out while the Human tried to turn off the mixer, resulting in them getting covered in the dough. They managed to switch the mixer off but not before the kitchen was a complete mess. The brothers and the Human were covered head to toe with the sugary mixture. The first thing they did was try and calm Subject 1 & 2 down and check for any injuries. Besides being shaken up, they were alright. The Human was about to start cleaning up but Gaster must’ve heard the commotion because he walked into the kitchen with a concerned look on his face.

“Human, what was that? I heard crying and-.”

That’s when Gaster noticed what a complete mess the kitchen had become. His attitude quickly changed from concerned to exasperated. He knew this was gonna happen and yet he had allowed them access to the kitchen. Now he had to waste time cleaning up and get the brothers and Human cleaned as well. Gaster took them down to the bathroom to get washed so they wouldn’t track cookie dough everywhere.

Entering the bathroom, Gaster filled the tub and took the brothers’ clothes off so they could be washed. He placed the two of them in the tub when he heard the Human ask a question.

“*You ask Gaster if he can turn around so you could your clothes off.”

This made him freeze up. He had completely forgotten that the Human also needed to take a bath. Clearly embarrassed and completely red in the face, Gaster turned around without a word. He tried to ignore the sounds of them taking off their clothes and getting into the tub. He quickly gathered up their clothing as well trying not glance at the Human, which was hard to do since they started asking him if he wanted to join in. Gaster left in a hurry leaving the Human to help wash the brothers.

They found some soap and scrubbed away the excess dough from themselves and the brothers. The two of them were a bit fussy at first but calmed down since unlike Gaster, they were actually gentle and used their hands to scrub the soap before rinsing it off. Subject 2 tried help once again by trying to wash the Human’s hair for them but that just ended up putting soap in their eyes. Gaster eventually did come back with towels and the now clean clothes but still refused to look at or even acknowledge the Human’s invites to get in with them.

After a few more minutes, The Human was able to finally washed all the cookie dough off themselves and the brother. Gaster got the brothers out the tub to dry them off and get their clothes put back on but when the Human tried get out as well, he told them to stay put.

“You need to wait until we’re out of the room, Human. This won’t take long.”

“*You ask him why you had to wait.” ‘*He looks a little awkward...”

“I’m...just trying to give you your privacy, Human. That’s all, really.”

Before the Human could say anymore, Gaster left the room with the brothers in tow leaving them alone in the bathroom. They let a small sigh as they got out of the tub. They dried off, got dressed, and left the room. Hopefully one day, the Human would get Gaster to bathe with them.

(Later that day)

“Human, can you pass me the beaker with the Cesium in it?”

“*...You ask him which chemical that was again.”

“-sigh- It’s the metal we melted earlier, Human. The sliver and gold-colored one.”

The Human nodded in understanding and used a pair of beaker tongs to grab the beaker. Since Alphys couldn’t exactly come down to the Lab, Gaster had to make due with the Human helping him with more time-sensitive experiments. Despite their lack of scientific knowledge, they were always happy to help him. Sometimes it even seemed like he enjoyed explaining different parts of whatever experiment they were doing. It was entertaining to watch Gaster ramble on and on about science stuff. It was pretty much a hobby to the Human.

“*You pass him the melted liquid.” ‘*He gives you a nod in thanks...’

Gaster took the tongs from them and began to pour the melted metal into another beaker that contained water. The Human noticed that he was pouring in a bit too much and tried to get his attention. Gaster just told them to wait when they tugged on his sleeve. Realizing that the mixture was starting to bubble in an alarming rate, they took a couple steps back. He didn’t seem to notice.

“After I am finished with this, I need you to find me a-.”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence as the beaker exploded, not being able to handle the chemical reaction from the molten liquid. Luckily, they were both wearing goggles and labs which took most of the damage. A lot of it did get into the Human’s hair and on Gaster’s face though. Broken glass littered the table as Cesium spilled onto the floor. It was going to be a big mess to clean up. However, Gaster knew that they needed to get cleaned off immediately. For both of their safety though, they would have to take a bath...together.

��Giving a long exhale, he took the Human to the bathroom once again. They were a bit confused at first until Gaster began to fill the tub.

“Looks like we’ll have to bathe together after all, Human...”

Not wanting to make this awkward for him despite their excitement, the Human offered to get in first and then he would follow after. He seemed to be okay with that idea and turn around so they could undress. The Human eased themselves and started to wash the chemicals, not paying attention to Gaster undressing as well. At least, they weren’t until he got into the bathtub.

‘*You try not to look at him...you fail miserably.’

There was a long, uncomfortable silence between the two of them. Eventually, the Human couldn’t handle the tension anymore so they quietly scooted over to Gaster who was busy trying to wash the chemicals from his skull. He didn’t notice until they were practically sitting in his lap. He jumped in surprised.

“H-Human?! What are you doing? Go back to your side.”

”*You slyly ask Gaster if he help you wash your back.”

He became flustered and turn red at the Human’s request. He wasn’t sure what to think. He didn’t even realize he was already complying with the Human’s wishes. They sighed in content as he rub the soap on their back. After rinsing off the soap, the Human did the same with Gaster. He remained silent the whole time. After a few minutes, they both finally got out of the tub. After drying off and getting dressed in silence, they walked out of the bathroom back towards the cells. They were both quiet until the Human spoke up.

“*You tell him you would love to do that again sometime.”

Gaster only nodded in response. He only hoped that the Human was clueless enough to not realize that he caused the experiment to fail on purpose.

Note: Thank you everyone for the wait! I started school Monday so I had to deal with that but I’ll always try to get fics out when I can. Remember that I love all of you! Thank you so much for reading! Requests are always welcomed! Stay tuned for more.

#undertale #handplates #gaster #the human #sans #papyrus #my fic #ukagaster

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lizzyfish225 · 7 years

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Gaster, please take care of yourself...

WARNING! this is a tickle fic. If you don't like it, don't read it. Contains cursing It does include Gaster (Dadster, not handplates) and Asgore from undertale, BUT IT IS NOT A SHIP! IT IS ALL COMPLETELY PLATONIC AND FRIENDLY FRIEND BUISSNESS!! So fuck you guys! Yeah! (I'm kidding please love me) 😂😂😂 There is a bunch of stuff leading upto the did but it's worth it I swear! Okay. I'll shut up now. Ly fam! Go read!

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It had been a long day. Gaster had been in the lab for nearly 24 hours finishing up a project and doing some work on the core. He did end up getting enough sleep to keep going with his head intact... Plus some coffee.... But it still wasn't enough. When he needed to speak to someone, he was able to keep the conversation going as per usual, but when he was alone..... He had almost fallen asleep in the middle of a couple experiments. So, as he was walking towards a set of stairs to get to another section of his lab -in which the coffee that was keeping him awake resided- he of course had to trip over his own feet and not catch himself before landing on the stairs at an odd angle... With a sickening crack.

"GAH! AAAHHRRGG!! FUCK!" Gaster yelped as he hit the cement steps. He had landed on his left side, hitting his upper arm at an odd angle on one of the steps. This particular spot was throbbing and screaming at him. This is no doubt what had caused the loud crack that echoed through the lab he was sitting in on his own.

Gaster rolled onto his back -still on the stairs- and looked at his arm. He could bleed thanks to the magic that kept him alive, and there was a large red patch seeping through his lab coat. This was worrying. It took alot to make a skeleton bleed.he managed to get up and over to a table before he collapsed onto a chair. He no longer needed anything to keep him awake. The pain was doing just fine. He slowly worked his lab coat off -not avoiding any pain like he had hoped- and rolled up his sleeve.

"Ah...." Gaster hissed and winced at the sight of his arm. "That would sertianly explain the bleeding..." He groaned as he managed to look at his arm. His upper arm was graced by a pretty nasty fracture that was leaking the red fluid that had concerned him more than the pain. As the adrenaline began to fade away, the arm hurt worse. It was slightly bent and would need to be reset, and for as smart as Gaster was, he was also stubborn. It was far from him to go for help. He would have to fix it himself. He took a deep breath and held part of his arm with his right hand, taking hold about an inch below the fracture and stiffening up his shoulder before close of his eyes and sharply cracking the arm back into place. Screaming and allowing a couple tears to slip out of his eyes despite himself. At least it was in place. He wrapped the fracture in a large quantity of bandages, sucureing them and sighing. It was far from ideal, but it would do. He flinched as his cell phone rang. The contact made his eyes widen.

"Y-your Magesty! H-hello... Is there... Is there something you need?" Gaster asked, stuttering from the continuing pain in his arm.

"~Gaster! My friend! Hello. Yes I... Are you alright? You rarely stutter...~" Asgore voice rang through the phone.

"Oh! Oh no, I-Im alright. J-just tired. You needed something, Sire?"

"~Yes... I was just reminding you about Tea in an hour. You've been late quite often lately.~" Asgore sighed.

"My apologies, Sire. I have been letting myself get a little bit too involved in my work. I will do my best to be on time today."

"~Its quite alright Gaster. I worry for you is all.~"

"Y-you really have no reason to worry about me, your Majesty. Surely you have enough to worry about without adding me to the list. I will be on time today, I promise. I-I really must be going now though. There is something I must attend to."

"~Alright Gaster. I'll let you go. I will see you in an hour~"

"Absolutely, Sire. Goodbye." Gaster finished as he hung up. Even better. He would not allow for the king to know he was wounded. He worried enough as it is.

Shoving some pain medicine into his face, Gaster walked over to his overnight room that he had incase he had to hole himself up for a few days and changed his shirt and lab coat, grunting as he did so. He prayed he could keep a dignified status whilst with the king.

An hour later, Gaster had walked into the throne room and kneeled whilst he announced his presence. His left arm remained as still as possible. Asgore gave his useualy short speech about 'Gaster being a friend and having no need to be so formal around him', but it never sticks anyway. Gaster would always treat the Goat Monster infront of him the same. He was the king for god sakes! They sat and talked as usual, but Asgore continually gave the doctor these odd looks. He was fed up.

"Your Majesty, might I ask why you keep giving me those odd looks?" Gaster asked, placing his cup down on the small China plate that was made for it.

"Are you sure your alright? You haven't moved your arm at all since you came in and you seem very tence. Oh dear, your shaking aswell. Gaster, my friend, are you hurt?" Asgore asked, taking on a worried expression. Gaster's eyes widened and he looked at his hand. Oh for the love of... He was shaking!

"I.... U-um. No. I'm alright... Really! You have no reason to worry about me, Sire." Gaster gulped. Dammit. Busted before he could slink off.

"Really?" Asgore asked in a tone that plainly pointed out his disbelief.

"...Y-yes?"

"Not even you believed that one." Asgore sighed standing and starting over to his friend. Gaster gulped and stood up.

"I- I really should be going... Thank-you for the tea, it was-" Gaster started, getting cut of my his Majesty's hand gently pressing againsed his chest, pulling back and revealing a soul. The King placed his hand underneath it and checked his friends HP. The doctor had lost Heath.

"Gaster! Your wounded! My friend, I ask that you tell me these things so I can help." Asgore exclaimed worriedly as Gaster shoved his soul back in place.

"It's nothing, Sire. Now, I really should be going if you don't mi-" Gaster was cut off from slinking away as Asgore grabbed his good arm right by his ribs with his large hand and held him in place.

"No. Doctor Gaster. Where are you wounded?" Asgore asked firmly and worriedly cutting Gaster off as he was about to speak. "And don't you dare say that it's nothing. Allow me to help you even just this once!" He spoke angrily.

"Sire-"

"Gaster..."

"I- ugh..." Gaster sighed before mumbling in reply. "My upper left arm. It's really not that bad. No need to worry over it."

"Of Corse it's something to worry over! You are wounded! Now, let me see. Hold still." Asgore said in a more calm and kind tone, gently reaching for Gaster's arm. Gaster fenced up, but still ended up flinching in spite of himself. Asgore simply rolled up his friend's thin sleeves until he saw he brown bandages wrapping the wound. Gaster winced as the king unsound the bandages until he saw the bloody and cracked bone underneath.

"Gaster!" Asgore gasped, "Why would you hide this from me!? Hold still!" He asked as he gently grabbed the wound and allowed his hand to glow green with healing magic.

"Wait! Sire! You don't... Have... To......." Gaster yelped trailing off as he magic put him into a dazed state. It only took two muinets for the arm to be healed and only minorly sore, but it felt like hours wile Gaster was in that trance-like state. When he came to his senses however.... "Your Majesty. You really didn't have to-" Gaster began, shaking his head to clear it and being cut off.

"Yes I did. You are my friend, Gaster. And I worry. Why did you hide that?" Asgore asked softly, placing his handsome on his friends shoulders. Gaster's sleeves fell back in place as his arm was allowed to drop. He looked away from the king.

"I hid it because you worry. You are already bombarded with enought to worry about without adding my burden to the pile. Until we are out of this retched mountain, my needs come last." Gaster stated firmly. The king was shocked. With a curt face, the taller and stronger out of the two lifted his friend up from under the arms to look at him eye level. Gaster's eyes widened as he grabbed onto the king's wrists, blushing slightly.

"Gaster. You. Are not. A burden. You are my friend. Your needs should not come last! If not under the authority of your king or the worry of a coligue, then please, by the plead of a friend, take better care of yourself! I'm not asking you to take a weekly spa day! I'm simply requesting you to look out for your health, safety, and emotional state. Is that really so much to ask?" Asgore stated in a tone that almost made Gaster give right then and there, but -as previously mentioned- he was stubborn.

"I am truely sorry, Sire, but my opinion and state of mind remains unchanged." Gaster stated as he looked away from the king. Asgore frowned. How could he cheer him up and get his friend to take better care of himself...? Asgore thought for a moment before he had a 'lightbulb' moment. He smirked playfully.

"Now Gaster..." Asgore began in a playful and mischievous tone that defiantly caught Gaster by supprize, considering the scientist looked the king in the eye with a chonfused look on his face. "I am going to give you one chance to swear you'll take better care of yourself..." Asgore finished. Okay, that smirk was worrying.

"Sire... I have no idea what your planning... But that smirk tells me it's nothing good. You still will not change my mind, however." Gaster gulped. His eyes flashed purple for a split second, just long enough for Asgore to see it before the skeleton regained his self control. He was nervous. Asgore grinned.

"Ooh... Bad choice." He chuckled before he began to lightly scratch the scientists ribs with the hands hat were already placed there. Gaster jumped, his arms coming down to press againsed his body instantaneously.

"Y-your Majehesty! Wahat are y-you do-ing!? Sihire!" Gaster yelped, stuttering in an attempt not to laugh.

"I think you know exactly what I'm doing, Gaster, and by the looks of things, it's working!" Asgore chuckled. Gaster began squirming more and kicking his legs a little, trying to get away. He had never been more confused in his life. He king. Asgore. He was... Tickling.... The Royal scientist? Just the mere thought made it harder to keep his giggles in.

"S-Sihihire! Thihis is v-very chihildish! Plehehease relehease mehe!" Gaster giggled. Actually giggled! This was increasingly embarassing for poor Gaster.

"I don't think so, my friend." Asgore chuckled lightheartedly. The king moved his friend to his chest, facing away from him, and sat down cross legged. Gaster was trapped in the king's lap! He didn't even truely understand what was happening. All he knew was that he was very red faced and that he jumped again as the king attacked his sides.

"Gah! Nohohohoho! Sihihihihihihire! Stohohohohohohop ihihit! Plehehehehase! Nahahahahohohohoho!" And there it was. Gaster had broken. He was smiling wide and bright, laughing his bony ass off in he king's lap. Gaster would have retaliated if it was anyone else. He has two sons. Its not like he's never done something like this before. But this was the king! He couldn't just retaliate to the king, let alone through all that armor! So the scientist sat and laughed, squirming and trying to get away. This was very embarassing. He couldn't get away! He tried reaching out to see if that table was still in reach. It was not. He pinned his arms down to his sides to try and shove the hands away, not such luck. He kicked out, only ending in pushing further into the king's chest and sliding down further into his lap.

"My my Gaster! You squirm quite a bit don't you?" Asgore chuckled, allowing Gaster to slip to the side a little, ending with the poor victim lying across his lab in his back. Asgore stuck his hands under the skeleton's arms and began digging his fingers in. Gaster squeaked and started to laugh even harder, arching his back and squirming away more.

"SIHIHIHIHIHIHIRE!! Nahahahahahahahahohohoho! Plehehehehehehehehehehehease! Enohohohogh!!!! Gahahahahahaha!" Gaster continued to laugh loudly, squirming and kicking away. He managed to get most of the wasy away, but the king just grabbed his ankle, removing the scientists dress shoe and attacking his feet.

"NOHOHO! NOHOHOHOHAHAHAHahahahahahahaha!!! Cohohohohohome ohohohohohon! Plehehehehehehehehehehehease!" Gaster cried, his laughter getting louder.

"You know, this side of you is much more fun. You hardly ever laugh or let loose! This is good for you! Asgore smiled. Gaster was banging his fist on the floor and trying to claw away on his belly, but the king was too strong. No madder how much Gaster kicked or squirmed, Asgore would not let go. We'll, until he stopped to pull Gaster into his lap again and go at his hips. That was much worse. He actually squealed. He was layed on his back again, so he did his best to push the king's hands away.

SIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIRE! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAHANT!!! GAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Gaster squealed, laughing louder than he would have liked. The king would have stopped then and there, but the scientists laughter was still more bright than desperate. So he continued, teasing a little to.

"you do realize your alowed to use my name right? Asgore. You know how to say it right? My god you laugh loudly!" Asgore chuckled kindly, smirking before pushing the scientists clothing and arms out of the way of his belly and sipping his head down. By the time Gaster realized what was about to happen it was too late. I loud raspberry was blown on his spine, causing him to shriek and laugh boistorously.

"NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH MYHYHYHY GOHOHOHOD!!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!!!!! GAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Gaster shrieked, pushing on the king's head and trying to suck um into a ball the protect himself. Neither strategy was working. It wasn't until Asgore accedently brushed Gaster's elbow and got a snort that he paused. Gaster was panting and taking in more air than seemed reasonable.

"Gaster? Did you just snort when I touched your elbow?" Asgore smirked, raising an eyebrow. Gaster froze. He sat still for half a moment before Asgore spoke. "Is your funny bone ticklish?" Asgore cuckled questioningly. Gaster jumped into action, trying to get away with increased vigor. Asgore just laughed and pinned one of his arms down, experimentally scratching his friends funny bone. He flinched, snorted, and started to giggle from that small touch. Oh. This was gonna be good! Asgore went all out, and Gaster flipped. He shrieked and started trying desperately to get away. He was begging and laughing and makeing noises in his own little skeleton language. It was hilarious. This was most definitely his worst spot. Gaster had tears of mirth running down his face and he was laughing so hard that you could probably hear him in Snowden.

"Have you had enough Gaster? Will you start taking better care of yourself finnaly?" Asgore asked. Gaster couldn't even speak, so he just shook his head. Man! He was stuborn! Asgore did have one last thing up his sleeve though. He leaned his head down and blew on his friends funny bone in warning and to tease. Gaster's eyes snapped open.

"NO! WAIT! DONT- NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAHANT!!!" Gaster shrieked as Asgore blew raspberry after raspberry on his funny bone, causing him to fall into silent laughter. Asgore smirked.

"how about now?" He asked between raspberrys. Gaster nodded frantically. It just had to stop. Asgore laughed and stopped with one last scratch at his friends elbow before sitting up with Gaster panting in his lap, exhausted.

"Please..... Never..... Do that...... Again......" Gaster panted. Asgore laughed.

"If I find your not taking care of yourself or your in a bad moon, I will not hesitate my friend." Asgore laughed. Despite the grin on his face, Gaster groaned and threw his arm over his eyes. Asgore laughed. "Alright, up you get, my friend." Asgore smiled helping his friend to his feet. Gaster replaced his shoe and continued speaking with the king for some time. This day was certainly one for the history books.

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