"There. Just like when I found it." Gaster mumbled as he set the corpse back onto the cot, sweater and all. "No, wait…" He shifted the gold necklace it was wearing into the center of its chest before giving a nod of satisfaction. "There." After fully making sure it wasn't haunted (he actually left some offerings for the ghost just in case), he left through the gray door he made appear just to see his son run into his arms excitedly.

"HI DAD! WHAT ARE YOU WORKING ON? CAN I SEE?" Gaster's eyes widened before his eyelids fell flat in understanding. Ah, it seemed as if the babysitter already left. No wonder Papyrus looked antsy.

"No, not yet. I still haven't done anything to it yet. Since you're here, how about we go get some nice cream? It's been awhile since I've spent some good quality time with you." Gaster said wearing a gentle smile. Beaming brightly, Papyrus ran of laughing joyfully with his father in tow. Pity. This was around the time I finally woke up again.

'Wha…? Man, I had such a weird dream that…' My thoughts cut off then when my vision stopped being blurry and I got a hold of my surroundings. I let out a groan. 'Oh dog gammit. Why? WHY?' Because me in laboratory. Me not actually dreaming. And me defiantly not happy about this. With a weary sigh, I got off of my cot again (when was I put back on in the first place?) and this time keeping my hand on it for physical support ( 'cause why would I use a cot as mental support? At this point I had to get THAT ridiculous image out of my head) I decided to test myself on what I still remembered how to do. Can I lay down? Yes. Can I sit? Doing that right now on the floor ( GOD what is it made out of? Ice cubes?) Can I stand? Sorta. Can I walk? I guess but I wouldn't call it walking. Can I tap dance? No and screw you ADHD.

After quote unquote "walking" around and observing everything in the room purely out of boredom, I looked back at the strange, gray door and wondered if I could use that to get out of this room. Wait, what's with that confused look? Remember when I said how -for-Hands made the door to get in this apparently unenterable room, and then made the door disappear when he went out? Don't remember me saying the last part? Good, I would've been worried if you did. You know, 'cause it never happened? Anywho, a quick twist of the knob and the door opened into a short hallway. The walls and ceiling were made out of something metallic and the lovely tiled floor was freezing as always.

"DAD?" I jolted at the sound of this new voice, before turning back to where I got out and found out that NOW the door disappeared. 'Ugh, what a pain in the neck.' I sighed. I also managed to get plowed by a small, white, boney blur, who's name I will learn later is Papyrus. Back to me getting plowed. My head went one way, my legs went the other, and I suddenly became the cushioning for the kid who invited me to a one second match of surprise wrestling. Thankfully, the floor happened to make a very effective icepack for all the new bruises I obtained.

"OH, SORRY! I THOUGHT YOU WERE SOMEONE ELSE. WHO ARE YOU? I'M PAPYRUS!" 'Geez , talk about energetic.' Just as I opened my mouth to tell him my name and prepared myself from the onslaught of questions he'll definitely ask, I realized that I haven't uttered, yelled, or whispered a single word since I first woke up. My eyebrows (bone-brows? Eh I dunno.) furrowed before I gave a small shrug. 'Well, now let's see how I sound as I attempt to answer Papyrus's (I like that name, has a real nice ring to it) question'.

"A…A…" Wow! I sound like crap! Papyrus looked at me with a concerned expression and I gave him the universal 'wait a sec' gesture. 'Maybe if I think it out, I'll say it perfectly. Always works when I'm dreaming.' In my head I thought about what I was gonna say. 'Sorry, I can't talk very well…' Yeah, that sounds good. I took a deep breath. "S…aN…" My not-eyelid twitched, 'The heck was that?'

"SANS? OH! NICE TO MEET YOU SANS!" I opened my mouth to correct him, but thought against it seeing how the first two attempts went. 'Ah, screw it. Sans. Why not?' I felt a little tug on my sweater and I looked down to see the kid. God he was wear such a hopeful expression, although I'm honestly surprised that the kid didn't put two and two together and figure out who I was. 'Probably because I look so different then when I… wait, why am I defending this kid?' I shook my head a little and crotched down to his level.

"Ya?" Boy oh boy am I gonna have to practice in order to learn how to talk again.

"HAVE YOU SEEN MY DAD?" 'Uhhhh, okay, what am I looking for?'

"Wa de 'e loo 'ike?" Translation, 'what does he look like?' Was kinda surprised when the kid understood me. To myself, I sounded like I was speaking in a different language.

"HE'S WEARING A WEIRD WHITE COAT!" Nice try but not really narrowing it a lot down for me. "HE ALSO HAS TWO CRACKS ON HIS FACE AND HOLES IN HIS HAND! AN' HE'S A SKELETON, JUST LIKE ME!" Scratch that, this kid really redeemed himself…wait, I'm pretty sure I never saw anybody since I woke up.

" Sor, avn' see m." 'Sorry, haven't seen him.' I thought that my speaking is improving, but that train of thought crashed and burned the moment I saw the kid's puppy eyes. It reminds me of when Azzy wanted something. Once those babies a showing I lose any will to disagree with him. I quickly responded " Buh dun wori, ah hel ya fin 'im." 'But don't worry; I'll help you find him.' With those words that never were, I got tackled the second time in the day.

"THANK YOOOOOUUU!" With his face beaming even brighter than the sun, he grabbed my wrist and we were off to find the wonderful wizard of Oz- I mean, uh, his dad. I smiled.

" 'ear, gawd. Wha teh 'ell did Ah get mysef inta?"