"Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean in it in that way... sorry..." I said, completely flustered, not even thinking about the ramifications of what I was saying. I mean... if someone told me that I was a figment of someone's imagination, I wouldn't know what to do. That'd probably scare the crap out of me that I might not even exist. 

I was so distracted, I hadn't even noticed that Freddy was about to fall on me. When Gaster shoved me out of the way. I fell to my knees, quickly throwing out my hands, scraping them against the rough pavement to prevent myself from smashing my face into the ground. It hurt, but it was probably better than a concussion. I stood up and turned around, surprised at what I saw. My mind quickly put together what must've been happening while I had been distracted.

I looked at Gaster and nodded. "I-I'm okay... t-thank you." I said, I got a bit of a better look at him and noticed his torn coat. "O-Oh! A-Are you okay?" I asked, pointing at the torn piece of clothing.