TRIGGER WARNINGS: RAPE/NONCON PEDOPHILE AND ABUSIVE CHARACTERS if this bothers you, please turn back now. It is not my intention to offend anyone, but if you continue it will be at your own risk.

Hello! This is my first fic!

*sweats nervously

I may be shooting myself in the foot starting with something so dark, but I'm committed now. Please forgive any mistakes in regards to the AU as I was just recently introduced to Underfell. If you spot any grammatical mistakes or have any constructive criticism, I'd gladly appreciate it.

I wanted to say before hand that this is going to be a three part fic inspired by both Handplates and Flowerfell. That being said, I have never touched anything Flowerfell as I cannot handle sad stories and the short comic dub I stumbled upon is enough for me.

First chapter's short. More of a prologue really, but I hope it's enough to pique your interest, even a little.

Xxx

Gaster felt nothing when his wife died.

It wasn't shock or anything like that. No, no. The woman had been nothing more than a means to an end. He'd needed children for his research. Unfortunately, he also needed children from his own particular breed of monster. Alas, he and his wife had been the only two left. It was the reason he had seduced her into marriage. He had hoped to get as many offspring as he could from her. He hadn't expected her to die after a single pregnancy.

Well, at least she had twins.

The miserable things had cried quite a bit. He had them laid out before him on the operating table still covered in their mother's dust. The larger and several minutes younger of the two was the loudest. The other was half his size and was doing little more than sniffling. Gaster pulled up the younger's stats. He grinned at what he saw.

"You have quite high base stats for a newborn. Yes… so much potential in this one. It might have taken…"

It was the cause of their mother's death after all. The experimental drug mixed with monster magic and determination. She's never known of course. Gaster had known it was a risk, but if it worked, it was worth it. Part of him feared that the drug was going to kill the fetus as well, but he was out of options. The other experiments had suggested that older monsters couldn't handle the determination, but the younger the subject, the longer they lasted.

He hadn't wiped out his own breed of monster to stop now.

He switched to the smaller of the two and frowned.

1 HP.

1.

Even the weakest of monsters started out with at least 10 HP.

But 1?

It was unheard of.

It was pathetic.

Obviously this one had been a failure.

Ah, well, at least the other still had a shot. He would continue to administer the drug on a daily basis, slowly increasing the dosage. He'd be feeding them that instead of the usual magic that his breed fed their young. He considered disposing of the smaller one, but decided against it. He wasn't going to get another chance, so he might as well continue with both. Besides, he might find some other use for the runt.