Gaster sat at the desk, doing what seemed to be an endless amount of paperwork. The worst part is that he was alone. In this dark lab, with only the maniacal laughter and/or pained screaming of his test subjects for company. It was worse than working in complete silence.
Gaster woke up at his desk, feeling a strange ache in his spine. He looked around, and realized he had fallen asleep at his desk. The pen he was writing in had smeared all over the page. Oh well. It wasn't like he cared about that stupid paperwork anyway. He had more important things to do. He walked down the halls of the empty, dark facility, until he came upon the room where he kept his personal experiments. He had found a strange book on how to combine science and magic in the dump. Perhaps he would be able to create life..? But he would have to sacrifice something else. He readied the machine, then relaxed. Anesthetic was for babies. He would deal with the pain.
A week later, Gaster returned to the dark, underground laboratory. As if he wasn't already underground normally. He went into his private room and set the disc-shaped pieces of bone into the tubes, one in each. He filled the tubes with liquid, and such began the long process of waiting.
A week passed. The small skeletons were halfway formed. Gaster was starting to grow impatient. It wasn't going to happen soon. And as he was walking out of the room…
BOOM! Suddenly science!
He turned around. The second one had formed. The first one, however, had not. He kept him in stasis, knowing that he wouldn't be conscious straightaway. He instead transferred the other one into a portable tube that managed to maintain a stasis state for about 5 hours after disconnecting from a power source at full charge, as he learned from his previous tests. He carried the tube with the half-formed skeleton inside, all the way to the center of the CORE. His office was situated in the center. He would show his team tomorrow.
His team came into his office, following him. They gasped at the sight of the half-formed skeleton in the tube. Sprig, a biped, said, "Doc, does this make you a father?"
"Depends. I don't know if I have the skills needed to take care of two children."
"I'm sure you'll do fine, doctor." Owel, a telekinetic dinosaur-like monster, chimed in.
"Onto our work. Owel, you said Coolant Sigma was ready for testing today, did you not?"
"Yes, doctor."
"Good. Let's start with that."
And thus the procedure began. Owel said, "Coolant Sigma is in the coolant test base."
"Check the levels of the previous coolant. We haven't yet done tests to see if any of the coolants react to each other." Val, a snake head that seemed to slide across the floor, replied.
"The levels of Coolant Theta are negative, Val. We can proceed."
"If everything is in place, proceed to start the coolant test, Owel." Gaster said.
"Starting, doctor." Owel replied. She pushed a green button on the panel. A noise sounded, and suddenly, the core started to expand. Owel tried to put the coolant in, but the coolant wasn't coming into the core chamber. And then the windows broke. A stream of pure blue magic, interlaced with yellow, headed straight towards the tube containing the small skeleton. The stream of magic punctured the tube, heading towards the skeleton. The stream of magic hit him and went..
Straight into his eyesocket.
A flash of blue and yellow light. Gaster blinked the light out of his eyesockets, and what he saw deeply concerned him.
The skeleton had formed. And he was writhing on the ground, the core fragment in his eye appearing to be the source of the pain. Gaster rushed forward, but then something caught his eyes. The skeleton's features were slightly warped, as he had small horns, a tail, claws, and a muzzle. He was a bipedal bestial skeleton. He picked the small skeleton up anyway, and activated his own purple magic. Gaster was filled with Perseverance. He wouldn't let his new child dust. And finally, the small skeleton stopped. Gaster checked the small skeleton's stats. He was shocked at what he saw. 1 Attack. 1 Defense. 1 HP. It was impossible. A monster with only 1 HP was unheard of. Then again, so was a bipedal bestial skeleton. He was sure the other one was normal.
A week had passed. Gaster had named the bestial skeleton Sans, because although he was strange in the fact that he could speak in nearly every font, he preferred to speak in Comic Sans. Sans's voice was deep, and there was a slight trace of animalistic undertones. While his brother, the taller skeleton, was normal, his voice was high-pitched and loud. He was named Papyrus. And now they were a family.