The Next Experiment

by JustSomeRandomGuyWhoPlaysGames

When a human child ventures into the true lab, the mysterious entity that calls itself Gaster observes then experiments upon the determined human. Observe the after effects of the experiment, which sets out to prove that anything can be melted with enough Determination. Rated T for terrified author, updates when I can be bothered. Description changes occasionally.

1. The Descent Into A Rather Dark Place

Chapter 1, I suppose

AN:
Chapter title: What am I doing with my life? Nah, just kidding. First fic for a pessimistic Nihilist. The subject will be... fitting, to say the least. I really doubt many of you human scum (I will insult my readers a lot, get used to it) will read this, but does this look like the face of- wait, never mind. You can't see me. I inform you that the face I am making is one of... well... determination. Puns, anyone? Oh wait, you guys have no idea what I'm writing about. Well, I suppose I'll just sit in the corner and wait for the rotten tomatoes to be pelted at me. Let's begin, shall we?

The human child, or "Frisk" as they called themselves, strolled casually into Dr Alphys' lab. They immediately noticed the lack of Alphys in the room, and saw a peculiar piece of paper on the polished floor. The piece of paper, upon closer examination, said something about Alphys going to "face her own mistakes" and "You all at least deserve to know what I did." Curious, the human walked cautiously into the washroom to be greeted by an elevator. They entered the elevator, pressed the button and waited. However, instead of the calm, usual elevator ride, they began to plummet. Despite this, the human was not phased. If they could survive a huge fall down a random hole in a mountain, they could survive a small drop.

Upon what appeared to be the bottom, the doors slid open. What greeted the human was not pleasant. There was a dark, grimy hallway, which they anxiously followed, only to be met with more of the same thing. They briefly stopped at a vending machine, quite vexed at such extortionate prices, and continued along their not-so-merry way.

Later

The human stopped to rest, their vision obscured by dense fog and darkness. So far they had fought what looked like various monsters melted together. This had disturbed them, as they did not wish harm on anyone.

Suddenly, disembodied skeletal hands burst out of the darkness, with syringes full of strange red liquid nestled comfortably within the large hole in the palm of each hand. It was hard to count such fast moving projectiles, but the human managed to count what they thought was seven. They tried to the best of their ability to dodge them, but every now and again and syringe would make contact, bloodily pierce the skin and float away. This continued until all seven hands were nowhere to be seen. Dizzily, the human felt the world spinning before collapsing on the floor.