Curate, connect, and discover
“N-No, that’s alright.” A monster. A boss monster, maybe? Callisto would’ve picked up their journal and tried to find their notes on boss monsters, but if they recalled correctly, that section wasn’t too extensive. There weren’t any books on the surface about them, and there weren’t too many monsters they’d met who knew much anyways. The journal stayed by their loafers.
“It’s nice to meet you, Gaster, and uh--none taken.” They laughed a bit nervously. They could’ve said the same about monsters a month ago. “My name’s Callisto.”
Gaster seemed both kind and friendly, but the childlike curiosity in his expression was a little off-putting. Callisto felt like a novelty, and they didn’t like that. It was like being someone’s science experiment. They ran a hand through their mop of light blond--it was almost white, really--hair and pushed up their glasses. Nervous ticks.
Cyan hues dappled the monster before them, the luminescence of Waterfall’s rivers and flora gentle on his smile. He didn’t appear hostile at all and paused a good few feet away the instant they stood.
“I apologize, I didn’t mean to startle you. My name is Gaster.” The volume of his greeting was muted, ginger - as if he’d just encountered a cornered animal he didn’t want to frighten off. “I was just on my way back from Snowdin. I’m surprised to be seeing you here, though. It’s not often I see your kind. No offense, of course.”
The chances of meeting a human in the Underground were slim; he was reasonably, but pleasantly, surprised. Still, Gaster respected a certain distance from Callisto. He was intrigued, yes, and he couldn’t help the glimmer in his eyes nor the bubbling excitement welling within him. However he wasn’t about to scare the child off.
“May I ask of your name?”