W. D. Gaster, the royal scientist really wished at this moment that he had ears.
Just so he could fill them with cotton balls to keep this noise out. It not like that he wasn't used to the sound by now, but it was getting tiring. He could maybe just give the screaming person some anesthetic, but that would always be such a hassle. There was no need and it could interfere with the test result.
Finally, the skeleton calmed down. Either because the pain had faded or because he had no more strength to scream. Either way, it was finally quiet.
"Subject 2, how are you feeling?" The doctor asked in a formal tone.
It took several moments before the huffing and puffing skeleton answered. He's strapped down limbs shook of exhaustion as he slowly opened his jaw to speak.
"I… I'm in pain. It hurts.. it hurts." He spoke with a fragile voice on the brim of crying.
"Please… no more.." He pleaded as tears streaked down the sides of his skull.
The doctor looked at a screen on the machine that the skeleton was hooked up to and wrote down some data on a clipboard. He nodded satisfied to himself and finally directed his attention to the test subject.
"We're done anyway." He said as he pulled off his rubber gloves and began unstrapping the young one, which smiled with relief.
The cell was mostly bare. Two simple beds, a long table by the wall with chairs and an empty closet was the only furniture that the test subjects had. A small bathroom Right now a small skeleton sat and waited with dread on the arrival of his brother. He sat on the floor by the wall and played with his rubik's cube. His only source of entertainment with the exception of his brother. He had solved it for the third time the last five minutes and he was already bored. Still, he prepared it for another round, when he heard the faint sound of wheels down the hall and instantly got chills down his spine. He dropped the toy and rose from his spot, as his brother and the doctor came into vision. His brother was slumped in a wheelchair, which the doctor casually pushed towards the cell.
The young skeleton suppressed the urge to run over to the force field and grab his brother as soon as he could. The doctor would just become angry. And nobody wanted that.
He just stood there and waited while looking down at the floor. It only took the doctor a couple of seconds to place his brother in his bed and slowly making his way out of the room, but it felt like ages for the small skeleton. When the force field was up, he rushed to his brother's side.
"Pap? Papyrus? Are you okay, bro?" He asked quietly.
The taller skeleton slowly opened his eyes and focused his vision on his brother. A weak smile crept to his nonexistent lips as he reached for his brother's face and caressed his cheekbone.
"I'm fine.. don't worry about me, Sans. It was just the usual." He said and let his hand fall to his lap.
Sans couldn't help but feel bad for his brother. Sure, this was what happened almost every day. For both of them.
The doctor comes. He takes them. He hurts them, He bring them back. They sleep. Repeat.
Still, they couldn't accept this treatment.
Sans sat on the side of his brother's bed and patiently waited for his brother to feel better. He took his brother's hand and rubbed it gently. His finger stroked across his brothers hand plate. It was a plate made of bronze-like metal. It was screwed directly onto the metacarpal knots and had the inscription: 'WDG-2 P'. He had one similar. It just said 'WDG-1 S' instead.
They had gotten them from the doctor a long time ago. It had been painful and it made them feel 'marked'.
They had guessed that 'WDG' was the doctor's initials. The number must just have been a way to categorize them. And 'S' and 'P' was the first letters in their names. No doubt about that.
They had been the doctor's 'subjects', for as long as they could remember. If they had a life before the lab, they couldn't remember. It had always just been the three of them. Him, Papyrus and the doctor.
Of course, they had tried to escape. But even when they had gotten past the force field they either couldn't find the exit, the doors they tried were locked or the doctor had recaptured them before they could come far. And of course the punishments were always extremely painful.
After a while, Papyrus had regained enough strength he slowly sat up, with Sans' help of course.
"Feeling better?" Sans asked, for which Papyrus answered with a small nod.
The doctor sat back in his chair and sipped his coffee. It had been a stressful week. The king had begun demanding daily reports about his work and had requested a visit of his lab. Gaster would now have to sweep the whole place clean and hide data and entries away, so the place would be ready for such a visit. He was used for things to go at his own pace. This was stressful he though as he began writing information down about the latest test.
Gaster's track of thoughts was broken when he heard the doorbell. He decided to ignore it and continued writing but the ringing became quite persistent. He knew that nobody of importance would show up without giving him notice first. So who could it be? One thing he was sure of.. they weren't gonna leave before he opened up. He made his way to the elevator and up to the upper level. He was almost at the door and the ringing hadn't stopped until right before he reached for the door handle. *weird* he thought and opened the door.
"Doctor W. D. Gaster, I presume?" Asked a young woman who was holding two big suitcases by her sides.
Gaster just stood there in awe. There were nothing special about people coming to his doorstep, asking for him. It was just that this woman… was a human.
What was a human doing here? He hadn't heard any rumors about a human to have fallen. Even if it had fallen down, why would it be all the way over here in hotlands? And right at his doorstep, asking for him?
It wasn't a child, but still very young. It had a normal build and had red-ish/brown, shoulder-long hair which some of it was put up in a small ponytail. The attire was minimal. A green shirt with long sleeves and white pants with flat-shoes. It also had a red hoodie loosely strapped around her waist. It was looking at him with nut-brown eyes and a huge smile on it's face. Waiting for a response.
"Uhm.. yea." He finally answered.
"Good morning, doctor! I'm ready to start!" The female answered, smile growing wider.
"Start? Ready to start, what?" He asked, confused.