Gaster Blaster Drawing Novels & Stories

Kabir asked, placing his hands gently on Kavish's shoulders. Kavish looked up, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'm making a family drawing, Daddy! See!" He proudly turned the paper toward Kabir, revealing a colorful array of bear-like figures, each one distinctly different in size. Above each bear, he had written names with arrows pointing to their respective figures: Edhaa, Kavish, Mumma, and Daddy. Kabir's heart swelled with warmth as he took in the artwork. "Wow! Breaking all the crockery kind of helped, huh?" he chuckled, a smile spreading across his face.

Xander begins to wonder, raising his brow curiously at the random waves that Vanessa is drawing. “I feel like it’s a flock of birds.” Romeo notes. “Nah. That’s not birds.” I say with a shake of my head. “That’s obviously a fart. BABE, you suck at this.” We are standing near Xander, and I can see that he is fighting the urge not to turn back and glare at us. There’s no doubt that he can hear Romeo and I making a guess of the drawing along with him. When Vanessa started drawing a big dot at the end of the smoke, I couldn’t help but yell. “Ha! You see!?” I point at the drawing while looking smugly at Romeo. “It’s a butthole, so it's obviously a fart!”

“I made a family house.” The paper was covered in crayon scribbles. There was a large house with a blue roof, a sun the size of a legal threat, the ocean beside it, one green dinosaur in the yard, and a black car with red tires that looked as if it had just come out of an expensive accident. In front of the house were three figures: me with long hair and high heels, Max with a very large head, and Gabriella, who for some reason had been drawn holding something that looked like a sword. I lowered the window farther. “Why is Gaby carrying a weapon?”

He leads the way up the stairs to the room we were just in with the dead werewolf. He grabbed his notepad from his desk and flickered through the pages when he stops and shows us his drawing. It was a circle with 5 spikes making it look like a star. It kind of looks like a star with a moon inside. It is hard to describe. I don't really know what to make of it. I look at Kristy who is studying the drawing, wondering if she knows what it means. "It's the Hunters mark," she says

“It’s ready. Just waiting on the details. Blaze was gonna do it, but I told him no. Customer paid for Ghost, they’re getting Ghost. I can’t risk anyone finding out otherwise.” I sigh and walk over, pulling the papers out of the folder. The sketch is mine, hours of drawing it until it was perfect. Flames licking around the tank, shadows curling in subtle shapes, like smoke forming skulls if you stare too long. It’s my work. My mark. I grab the brushes and paints Echo left, sit on the floor, and start. For a while, there’s nothing but the quiet rhythm of brush to metal, the hiss of paint as it spreads, the world narrowing down to colors and lines. It grounds me and steadies the storm in my hea

I said gently, wrapping my finger. She giggled. “No, he is! He gave me this crayon box. Ask Jimmy if you don’t believe me.” She showed me her drawing: five figures. “That’s you in pink, Daddy in black, me in yellow, Jimmy in blue... and—” “And who’s this one in red?” I asked. “Why are there horns? Is that blood, Luna?” Before she could answer, Elane walked in. Luna quickly hid the sketchpad behind her back.

Victor stepped back just enough to appear as though he had only just arrived. Silas collided gently into his leg. “Victor!” Victor forced a warm smile. “Hey there, champion.” Silas held up the drawing proudly. “I made this.” Victor took the paper slowly. Three stick figures. A family. His gaze lingered on the third figure longer than necessary. “Very nice,” he said calmly. Silas pointed to the drawing. “I’m trying to figure out who this one is.” Victor’s smile held steady. “I see.” Silas nodded.

It looked ready to tear through anything in front of it. “You gave me cookies and built a dragon fort. So you’re a good Dad.” I reached out, took the drawing, and folded it into a neat square. The day flew by, I thought about Lila every second of it. The wind outside clawed at the boards. The fire in the stove cracked low. Gavin crawled into the blanket fort and peeked at me through the hole we’d cut with a butter knife. His lashes were thick, his cheeks flushed. His eyes didn’t know anything about betrayal or revenge or the kind of love that turns ugly.

She joked, smiling at herself as she drew domestic animals on the cardboard. And for a minute, she got confused. It's obvious that her mum seems to be good at distracting her after all. Thinking about what animal to draw after a cat and a duck, Sapphire walked to the reading table by the corner of her small, pink room. Going through the laptop to check her email messages, she got notifications from 'I love actor Gabby's' F******k page. Then her blue, doe-like, button eyes caught something interesting on the screen. Gabby's new video.

Al asked. “Because he found mine.” “It’s too small.” “He has big head.” I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. Gabby picked up a yellow crayon and began drawing circles beside the two-dimensional version of Rafael. “Lemon tree,” she explained before anyone could ask. The tree looked more like broccoli with chickenpox, but I respected the intention. Al leaned closer. “Draw vomit.” “No.” “He saw my vomit.” “It’s ugly.” “You said my face ugly too.”