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Gaster P.O.V

Wednesday. It was finally Wednesday.

He had been overthinking this day all week. Every spare moment he had was spent thinking about what would happen in the evening. Would he say something that would offend her and mess up? Would it end with her never wanting to see him again? The thoughts made his soul crumple.

He had spent his entire Tuesday night planning an outfit. He was deathly afraid that it would be too formal, or too casual. He didn't want to show up in something formal if she showed up in casual clothes! It the end, after a nervous cry, he had decided on a casual white button up and a smart jacket, with black pants and a pair of nondescript shoes.

He had spent nearly all of his Wednesday morning glancing at the florist's outside his workplace, trying to decide if buying flowers would be too cliche. He decided to, but he avoided roses. He settled on a bouquet of purple tulips at the recommendation of the florist.

He spent the last hour stressing over every little detail, including his route to your house. On the walk over (He opted to walk, to clear his nerves, instead of teleporting) he couldn't help but think about you. About your beautiful face and how cute you were when you blushed. His cheeks heated up and he slapped himself before he got carried away.

He stopped outside your door, trying to quieten the humming of his soul. He was ten minutes early, but he didn't want to interrupt you. He raised a shaky hand and knocked on your door. He held his breath.

Your P.O.V

Being the unprepared person you were, you didn't think about what you were going to wear until Tuesday evening. Your attitude reminded you of a lazy student. After stressing so much over a simple outfit, you decided on black tights and a cute (F/C) top. You had an hour until he was going to come (Both of you had decided on a suitable time).

You ran a brush through your hair, deciding to leave it out. You decided to apply some mascara and some lip gloss, but not an overwhelming amount. You looked in the mirror at yourself and smiled. Not bad.

You looked again at the web-page of the restaurant you were going to. It looked almost too fancy, to be honest. It looked expensive, so you have both decided beforehand to split the bill.

You brought a hand to your cheek, feeling the heat of it. Why were you so worked up? It was only a date, you had been on those before. You sighed and left the bathroom, putting your phone on charge.

A few minutes later, you heard a few hesitant knocks. He was ten minutes early. Lucky you were ready!

"Coming!" You yelled as you grabbed your bag, stuffing your phone in as well as some necessities. You grabbed your keys and a jacket on the way out.

You unlocked the door and opened it, the beginnings of a greeting on your tongue.

Oh. Oh...

Gaster stared back at you with yellow cheeks. He had dressed casual, but with he still looked smart thanks to that jacket he was wearing. He gave you a lopsided grin that almost had you swooning. He seemed to be as nervous as you, if not more.

His hands fidgeted as he met your eyes.

"Y/N... you... you look, ah, beautiful. Wh-Which isn't to say you don't always look nice I-I j-" You interrupted him, grabbing his out of control hands.

"Gaster. You look handsome." You gave him a nervous smile, and let go of his hands. He stared at you for a split second, cheeks burning.

"Yes! Well, we'd better get a move on then.." He gave you a small grin, putting his hands behind his back. You nodded and turned away to lock your door. You turned back to him, putting your keys away.

"Shall we?" He shakily took your outstretched hand.