Gaster Blaster Drawing Novels & Stories

"You can look now, Ate Graziel." Graziel accepted the drawing with a warm smile. Three stick figures were drawn on the paper. One was a tall man. One was a little girl. And the last one was a woman with long hair. All three of them were holding hands. A gentle smile appeared on Graziel's face. "It's beautiful." "This is Daddy." Junie pointed at the tallest figure. "And this is me." Graziel nodded. "And this..." The little girl smiled brightly. "...is you."

A piece of paper fluttered out. It was a drawing. Crayons on construction paper. Catherine picked it up, and her blood ran cold. The drawing showed two stick figures standing on a jagged white line (the ice). One was labelled "Daddy," drawn in blue. The other was labelled "Sad Man," drawn in red. They were fighting. But above them, the sky was ripped open. A black hole was drawn in the clouds. And coming out of the hole wasn't light. It was a tentacle. A massive, black, spiraling limb covered in eyes.

What in the world? I see a small crowd of angry faces egging them on. Why isn’t anyone stopping this? A girl yells, “Kick the crap out of him, Gaston! Show the royal punk werewolves aren’t to be messed with!” The wind ruffles Sapphire Eyes’s short, glossy brown hair, making it look like he's doing one of those shampoo commercials that make you wish you had better hair. I notice a tattoo on his back: large, black tribal markings that zigzag across his shoulders and go down to the middle of his back in a complicated pattern. When he throws another hard blow, I whistle to get their attention. Andddd it’s ignored. I sigh and make my way toward them.

A scrapping of a chair breaks the deteriorating conversation across the dinner table, Athan moving his chair back and heading out to the hallway. “Athan what are you doing?” His mother calls out after him, her eyes flickering between Calian and me. “I’m…here…I made this earlier on.” He enters back into the room holding a folded piece of paper in his hands. Surprisingly, he doesn’t hand it to his father, or even his mother…but moves towards me, placing it out in front of me. “I drew this.” He looks up at me expectantly, waiting for me to take it from him. I do, unfolding the paper to reveal a drawing of a female dressed in a black jumpsuit, a black cape…long lilac purple hair and glowing eyes

That one stung. I brushed a stray curl from her cheek. “What are you drawing?” She hesitated, then flipped the page toward me. It was a sketch of three stick figures. One was tall with black hair, one with long brown hair, and one small in the middle holding both their hands. Ryan. Me. Her. My throat tightened. “That’s beautiful, Molly.” She shrugged. “I was bored.” Claire appeared in the doorway, arms crossed, that look on her face, the one that meant she’d been thinking about something serious.

Zayn pulled out a crumpled piece of paper, smoothing it out on the table. It was a drawing. Simple. Uneven lines. Bright colors. Three figures. Aira recognized it immediately. Zayn pointed at it proudly. “This is me. And that’s Mum. And… that’s you.” Lucien’s gaze fixed on the drawing. For a moment, he didn’t speak. His fingers moved slightly, as if he wanted to touch the paper but stopped himself. “And you made this?” he asked. Zayn nodded. “Yes.” Lucien’s expression didn’t change much.

She didn’t pull her hand away from his. She watched as Daniel pushed the green dinosaur to the edge of the paper, then picked it up and held it in front of his eyes, tilting his head to look at it. He turned the dinosaur over, with the bottom side facing up, and touched its belly with his finger. Then he put the dinosaur back on the paper. With his other hand, he picked up a crayon and drew something around the dinosaur—it was hard to tell from the rooftop’s perspective. It might have been a fence, or a castle, or maybe just a random scribble by a four-year-old child.

Lucas sat at the table drawing. "Look!" He proudly held up another picture of Weather Dragon. "This time he breathes lightning." Damien studied the drawing seriously. "That makes him much more powerful." "I know." "Can he make tornadoes too?" Lucas's eyes widened. "I didn't think of that!" He immediately started another drawing. Mara watched them quietly, smiling to herself. --- Dinner was simple. Pasta. Garlic bread. Far too much conversation. Lucas talked through almost the entire meal.

It relaxed her. The air in the room was calm. Only the sounds of Rena’s occasional giggles filled the room. “Dada, see what I dew!” Rena squealed suddenly, her tiny voice full of excitement. Hunter turned his head slowly toward her drawing book. He squinted playfully, pretending to examine it like a serious art critic. “Oh… it’s a lizard?” he asked in a teasing tone, trying to guess what the strange round-shaped drawing looked like. Rena gasped loudly. “No! It’s a dinasure!” she said, pronouncing it exactly the way a three-year-old would.

I clicked play, and the chaotic noise of the arena instantly faded. "Mommy, look!" Ryan’s face filled the screen, his bright blue eyes wide with excitement as he held up a colorful, messy drawing of a massive ice rink. "Auntie Bea helped me draw the Blizzard logo! Are you going to see the game tomorrow?" "And I made a flower for your desk, Mom!" Raynell’s quiet voice chirped from the background as she pushed her face into the frame, holding up a crumpled piece of yellow construction paper.