In a desolate corner of the Royal lab, in a locked box, lie two journals. The first, written in gibberish, has a scribbled in note of the same language that reads:

I am W.D. Gaster. I lived in Snowdin. I was the royal scientist. Forget me. Please, forget me.

The second, written in English and a copy of the other sin note, begins:

The collective journal entries of Dr. W.D. Gaster, translated by Dr. Alphys-

Entry 1-

I do not remember much about the human world. After all, monsters live much longer than humans and it must have been many human lifetimes since we were all sealed down here. The people have taken to writing down the history so we do not forget, but already the past and our old freedom seems so far behind. Already new monsters are born not knowing about our past. Already young monsters want to fight, to get back our place in the sun. I like it down here, it is quiet. Nothing bad seems to happen. Here, metaphorically speaking, the sun rises and falls with nothing happening. The sun shines, birds sing, on days like these kids like those should play and have fun, not worry about revenge. But I am one voice, one opinion. And I am not in charge. In the end, everything comes down to King Dreemur.

Speaking of.

Yesterday King Dreemur came to me, asking me to be his royal scientist. Sans told me I should accept, that it is an honor to work in such a prestigious position. I agree, but somehow feel uneasy. Still, I admit it will be wonderful to be able to use my brain and not be trapped in a small back room; to be with the king helping in any way I can. I have already accepted, and sit here with my few possessions packed. I promised my brothers I would visit, and am leaving some of my unfinished work here to prove it. Sans likes to help me on it, anyways. He is just as interested in science as I am, and I wish I could take him along, but the king told me it would be best to leave him with Papyrus. He is too young, he might get hurt. It seems strange to me that the three of us are all brothers yet I am so much older. I hope my brothers grow up soon so they can join me. Papyrus would love New Home, he would make many friends, and Sans would enjoy being close to me. He is much attached, but I do not mind. I care for him like a brother should, and I do hope he has a good life.

I do not know what my first task is yet, King Dreemur told me after I settled in I would start working. After I accepted, the Queen offered me some of her special pie, which was snail flavored. I do not like snail, which seemed to disappoint her. But soon she smiled again and said she would have something more appropriate another time. She and King Dreemur seem like a very nice couple. Everyone seems very nice, really. It is hard to make oneself seem bad on a first appearance. However, time always proves where one's heart lies. I believe that is why I am starting this journal. I want to see how time and this new job changes my perspective, changes the world around me. I do not know if nothing will change or if everything will change, but I think it will be nice to read this afterwards and smile at the idea of how much time can really make a difference.

Ah, Sans has come in to tell me it is time to have dinner. After all, tomorrow is an early morning, for I must be in New Home by lunch. I feel many things right now, as I finish up this entry. I feel happy, excited to see what I am going to do as Royal Scientist. I am nervous, for leaving my brothers alone and for the idea that I may fail. I am sad, for I will miss my home and my family. But with all of this I am accepting. After all, if I cannot know what lies ahead I may as well accept it as it comes.

I must go to dinner. Tomorrow everything will change.