I remember everything. It's not like I could forget something like that. I remember the smell of burnt flesh, the sight of decaying bodies, and the sound of pain-filled wails. I remember not caring about any of it. They told me it was because I didn't have a soul. I didn't care. I was thirteen.
"Alright, Liam, whenever you're ready…" I stood in front of a large machine that resembled a space shuttle's thruster.
"I'm ready," I said with a bored expression. Several scientists stood outside, watching as a technician flipped a switch. Almost immediately, the "thruster" blasted out an immense amount of energy. This amount of magical energy would, guaranteed, kill anything it touched. All, but me.
"Good job Liam, I'm increasing the output to 50 percent now," said the technician. I shrugged, and sighed. I did this everyday, each time, the output of the machine was increased. The test was to see the amount of magical energy I could hold before I, "burst", so to speak.
"Increasing output to 100 percent..." announced the technician. The energy increased even further, but it didn't faze me. I yawned and sat down as the energy poured through me and over me.
"Output being increased to 500 percent? That's not safe... " I heard the technician over the PA system. "Do it anyways? Are you sure, Doctor? He's the only one so far… Okay, fine fine… Okay Liam, increasing output to 500 percent." The thruster began to vibrate and the energy was being forced out faster and faster.
"Pfft, this is nothing…" I said, stretching my arms. Despite all the energy being forced into my body, I didn't feel bad, unlike what the other… experiments had claimed were happening to them as they lay on their deathbeds.
"Increase it even further?!" I heard the technician gasp. "B-But… that could result in an overflow, a-and we could all die, not just Liam! F-fine… Liam? Output being increased to… 2000 percent…" The machine began to vibrate harder and harder, the energy being poured out becoming unstable.
"Sir! The power levels are too high, it's going to overload!" yelled the technician in fear. I couldn't feel fear, so I just stood inside that room, with the energy being forced out. The whole machine began to shudder and I heard the sounds of cracking and banging, no doubt the sounds of the machine falling apart. I knew the machine would burst before I did, it was only natural. Then, just as I had predicted, the machine exploded into tiny pieces of shrapnel. Judging from the output of the machine, to its size, to the blueprints I had seen lying on the technician's desk, I correctly calculated where each piece of shrapnel would be, and dodged accordingly. Then, the wave of energy from the explosion caught up, some of it was an actual expanding wave of air, however, the other part of it, was sheer magical energy, of which I absorbed.
"Piece of cake," I said arrogantly. One of my goals was to act more human-like, at least, that was what the doctor had told me to do. There was silence on the PA system.
"Nothing to worry about!? We almost died!" yelled the technician. "We just got lucky!" The door to the technician's room opened and I saw the technician yelling at a tall person in a lab coat. I had never seen his face before, he always spoke by telling the technicians and other scientists to tell me something.
"Huh, you look different than I imagined," I commented upon seeing his face. "So you're doctor Gaster… Nice to meet you." The tall, skeletal doctor walked over to me and studied me intensively.
"It is strange that you do not possess any injuries, despite the fact that shrapnel was nearly everywhere…" he mused. "I suppose I will have to attribute that to your heightened intelligence."
"Yeah yeah, whatever, I can already guess, stage 3?" I asked. The doctor looked at me curiously.
"You know about stage 3?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Or rather, if he had any.
"Meh, just tidbits and such, I don't know all the details, but it can't be that hard, right?" I asked. The doctor laughed.
"That is most likely true…" he said. With that, he turned around and began walking away. I got the feeling that I should follow him, so I did.
"So, what is stage 3 anyways?" I asked, walking behind the doctor.
"It is the next step in a series of tests," he answered shortly.
"Yeah, but what do I have to do?" I asked again.
"I will have you tested in a series of… simulations," he said, hesitating before saying "simulations". He kept walking until we reached a door I hadn't seen before in the lab. Upon entering, I noticed a large white, reclining chair in the center of the room. It was dark and the doctor gestured for me to sit in the chair. I sat down, and the doctor handed me a machete.
"This, will be of use," he said. "Also, I will be giving you commands from out here, understood?" I nodded and the doctor smiled.
"What do I do now?" I asked, simply lying in the chair.
"Just close your eyes, everything else will be handled," said the doctor. I obeyed and closed my eyes…
"You may open your eyes now." I heard the doctor speaking and opened my eyes. I was staring up at a tiny hole in the ceiling. I sat up, and noticed I was lying on a bed of golden flowers. The machete was strapped across my back. I stood up and looked around. There seemed to be only one way out. I started going that direction.
"For this simulation, your mission is to… find and eradicate every living thing." It was a rather ominous mission, but I accepted it. The next room, had a small golden flower in the center.
"Howdy! I'm Flowey, Flowey the-" I didn't let the creature survive and simply sliced it in two. I continued forward and met a tall, goat-like creature. It appeared to be female, and before it spoke, I killed it. For the next two hours or so, I simply ran around, bumping into strange creatures and mercilessly slaughtering them. It took a total of four hours for me to kill everything, including the strange teleporting skeleton. It was easy, as I could not be harmed by magical attacks. It was, after all, just a simulation…
Five years later…
I stood across from him. The heat from the magma was overwhelming, but it didn't matter anymore. He was a liar, and he deserved death.
"You told me it was a simulation!" I yelled at him. He seemed only annoyed at my remark.
"Of course it wasn't a simulation, that many variables is far too much, even for a genius like I," he answered. The sound of machinery echoed in the back. It was a legendary device created by him in the first place, in the so-called "simulation".
"I was killing real people! They had lives!" I yelled in rage. "You made me kill them! Over and over again!"
"That was your choice, fool!" He yelled back. I held my machete tightly in my right hand and prepared Crosstail on my left hand. Crosstail was given to me by him during my 100th "simulation". It was a simple device that resembled a fingerless glove with five metal claws that were meant to be placed on your fingers. Each claw had a slight hole at the top that shot nearly indestructible string out that could attach to any surface. If functioned both as attack, defense, and a means of escape through a grappling hook fashion.
"You will pay for your sins!" I yelled, rushing at him. He was far too fast for me to catch under normal circumstances, but I knew how to counter it in this world.
"Do you honestly think that killing me will have an effect?" He asked. "There are countless other versions of me, do you honestly think you can kill them all? Before you die yourself?" He brought up several good points, but I didn't care. Carefully utilizing the magic particles in the air, I enhanced my strength, agility, speed, and reaction time. My attacks had become ten times stronger than normal.
"I don't care how many times I have to kill you!" I yelled.
"Why even bother? You are simply a husk of what a human is, why do you care for the lives of them?" He asked. "You do not even possess a soul to call your own!"
"You will die!" I swung my machete down where he was, but he nimbly jumped away.
"You are NOTHING compared to me!" He yelled, firing one of his fabled "Gaster Blasters". I ran straight into the beam and threw it back at him. It was almost like a pattern, swing, miss, blasters… swing, miss, blasters… The cycle went around and around, neither of us able to get tired. Him, because he required nothing. Me, because I lived off of the magical particles.
"There is nothing you can do to atone for your sins, except DEATH!" I began absorbing more and more of the magical particles in the air, my movements becoming faster, and more deadly. I noticed that he was beginning to feel the strain as well. Even if one has unlimited stamina, there is a limit to how fast one can go.
"Subject Zero! This will not end well if you keep this up! Desist! Or I will be forced to use force!" He yelled out. I didn't care anymore. Soulless people couldn't care about anything, not really. I kept getting faster, soon, time itself seemed to slow down. My blows began to connect with him, and his HP dropped.
"This is it, Dr. Gaster…" I stood above the near-dead skeleton with my machete in my hand. His HP was only 3, and there was nothing he could do to escape.
"Killing me won't make a difference, in fact, you'll just make it a problem, for everyone here and outside of this timeline, and maybe even the multiverse," he spat out, smirking. I didn't care, death was too good for him, so I devised a plan quickly.
"I won't kill you then…" I murmured to myself. I reached into a dimensional messenger bag that I had been given to me by the technician, not him, and took out a strange, glowing crystal. By pure accident, I had learned that magic, when absorbed by me, could be transformed into glowing shards, for later use. I began taking out several magic shards, enough that if I wanted to, I could probably destroy the entire world several times over.
"You're not going to kill me?" He asked. I smiled in a sadistic manner.
"No… I'm going to completely erase your existence…" I said out loud. I enjoyed watching his reaction. It was, at first, confusion, then shock, then utter terror.
"N-No… You can't do that!" He struggled to escape, but I planted my machete next to his face. I emptied out all of the magic shards I had and laughed softly.
"This, is your judgement day…" I said, converting all the magic shards back into pure magic. I lifted my hands in the air, and a massive ball of energy formed.
"And the best part is, no one will know it was me, everyone will just think that this was a technical error, one of your experiments gone awry," I said, knowing that it would only fuel his fear. "Everything will be the same, except, without you…" Without wasting anymore time, I threw the massive amount of energy at him and watched as it was absorbed into him.
"Goodbye… Doctor Gaster." The energy was too much, and he shattered across time and space. However, I misjudged the energy output, something I rarely did. There were too many variables, I forgot to factor in the absence of magical particles in the air, and I too, was sent up through time and space…