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Doctor Gaster sat at his desk, sipping coffee from his mug as he looked through his notes.
"Interesting," he said to himself."Very, very interesting."
There came a knock at the door.
"Come in," he said. The door opened.
"Captain Flamesman is here, Doctor," Subject 4 informed him.
"Show him in," Gaster responded before taking another sip.
Subject 4 nodded and left. Gaster tidied up his desk somewhat, and straightened out his papers. Before too long, Captain Flamesman had appeared at his door.
"Captain Flamesman, sir," Subject 4 announced
"Yes, hello, Captain," Gaster addressed the guardsman. "Please, come in. Have a seat."
"Thank you," Flamesman said, and walked over to the chair in front of Gaster's desk.
"Coffee, Captain?" Gaster asked.
"Hmmm?" Flamesman looked up from the papers scattered on the desk. "Oh, no thank you."
Gaster nodded to Subject 4, who left and closed the door.
"I don't mean to come off as rude," Flamesman spoke, "but that assistant of yours… He's kind of strange."
"Yes, he's always been that way," Gaster said, shrugging as he took another swig. "You are well, I presume?"
"Yes, things are all right," Flamesman nodded, "Grillby's been talking about opening a restaurant. Heats is… well, he's Heats. Children, eh?"
"Wonderful," Gaster said, his face expressionless while doing so. "And how goes the hunt for this new human?"
"Ugh," Flamesman sighed, pinching the bridge of where his nose would be, were he not made of fire. "They're giving us trouble. They're still hiding out somewhere in the Snowdin Forest, at least at last report."
"Well, they started in the ruins. They haven't gotten very far."
"No," Flamesman shook his head, "we think they're trying to wait us out. But we can't tell. Fortunately, we haven't lost any Guardsmen."
"Wonderful," Gaster said again, bringing the coffee mug to his mouth.
"Speaking of humans," Flamesman said as he raised a finger, "You were charged with the other two, Doctor. You've not sent word to anyone with regards to them or your experiments. Not to me. Not to the King. Nobody. What's going on?"
Gaster swallowed the coffee he had in his mouth, and set the mug down. He cleared his throat and removed his glasses. "Captain Flamesman," he said, "Firstly, I would appreciate it if you took into consideration just how busy of a man I am. You know just what Asgore has me working on. The Souls Project. The CORE Project. The DT Project. And in addition to all of that, Asgore also seems to expect me to crank out various different inventions and other results to better people's lives down here. I am a smart man. I am a capable man. But I am not a god."
Flamesman frowned at Gaster's seemingly disrespectful view of their King. He scowled, and narrowed his eyes before he spoke. "Doctor Gaster, I understand you're a busy man. But the first human we delivered to you has been in your custody for nearly three years now. That's three years with no results. That's unacceptable."
"Do you honestly think I haven't been trying, Captain?" Gaster asked, tilting his head to the side. "Do you think I've been sitting on my hand in here? I assure, I have been trying. But between the humans, and the CORE, and everything else, everything makes some progress. But nothing is completed. I need to prioritize my experiments, but Asgore has me doing a little bit of everything. It's a counterproductive methodology. And he doesn't seem to realize that."
Flamesman rose angrily from his seat. "King Asgore saved us all! And he's going to free us! You are going to sit there, and insult him? Saying he doesn't know what is best?"
"Asgore is a mighty warrior," Gaster said calmly, finishing off his coffee. "And he cares deeply for us here in the Underground. It's commendable. But do you remember who it was who planned all our strategies in the war? Who it was who planned to save as many of us as we could as we fled that last battle with the Humans?"
Flamesman narrowed his eyes, and sat back down silently.
"I thought so," Gaster said, gathering up some of the papers on his desk. "That's right, it was me. And other men like myself. We have been the brains that keep our systems moving. Now, was there anything else, Captain?"
Flamesman exhaled sharply. "The Humans," he said, "I need to see them."
"Of course," Gaster said, rising from his chair. "Please, follow me."
Flamesman stood up and walked behind Gaster as he exited the office. They continued out into the hallway, where Subject 4 was writing something on his clipboard.
"Ah, yes," Gaster stopped and addressed them. "Please inform whichever of the others is downstairs that I will be bringing Captain Flamesman down to see the humans."
"Yes, Doctor," Subject 4 answered, and tucked the clipboard under his arm. He turned away and headed began walking.
"You seem to run your own system here, Doctor," Flamesman mused as the two continued walking.
"As best I can, yes."
The two men walked to the elevator. The doors opened, and Gaster entered. Flamesman followed suit, and they spent the rest of their small trip in silence.
The elevator pinged as it came to a halt. The doors opened up. Flamesman looked around, examining the corridor. It was bleak. Grey stone walls, and white tile floors. The whole place seemed rather dingy. On their left stood Subject 7, mopping the floor. Gaster turned right.
"This way, Captain," Gaster said, beckoning Flamesman to follow him.
The two men continued down the gloomy hallway, their footsteps echoing as they walked. They continued down to the end. Gaster stopped and turned to a door on their right.
"Here they are, Captain," he said, pointing at the door. "The two humans. Still alive."
Flamesman peered into the cell through the window. He only saw a young girl in a green sweater. She was curled up into a corner, looking at the floor. She lifted her eyes up to the door, and looked Flamesman in the eyes for a minute. She sighed and looked back at the floor.
"There's only one," Flamesman said, confused, "Where's the other?"
"He's in there," Gaster affirmed. "Look again."
Flamesman got closer to the glass this time. Again, he saw only the girl in the corner. Suddenly, an older boy in an orange shirt jumped into view, and slammed his fists into the window shouting. Flamesman stepped back, startled.
"Oh yes," Flamesman said annoyedly, eyeing the boy through the glass. "I remember him."
"Yes," Gaster said, stepping toward the door, "Specimen H-1. The first human you brought me. He's always been rather violent. Are you satisfied, Captain?"
"Well, this proves their souls are still whole," Flamesman answered, "I'll relay your concerns to King Asgore."
"Thank you," Gaster answered. "Shall we go?"
"Right," Flamesman nodded, and stepped aside, extending his arm outwards. "After you, Doctor."
The two men walked to the elevator. They took it back up to the main level. As they exited, Gaster spoke
"Is that all, Captain? Or is there something else you wish to discuss?"
"There is, Doctor Gaster," Flamesman answered. "Orders from King Asgore. You're to be assigned an assistant."
"I'm sorry?" Gaster asked, perplexed. "What?"
"You're to be assigned an assistant, Doctor."
"I have assistants, Captain. Assistants whom I work well with. I do not need any outside appointees."
"King's orders, Doctor. There's nothing to be done about it. The man's name is Alphard. He's based out of Synchronicity, but he'll be relocating within the week."
"This is absurd," Gaster objected calmly. "Why would Asgore think I need another assistant?"
"Because he doesn't think you're making adequate progress with any of the assigned projects, Doctor. He's decided that Doctor Alphard will be a suitable aid in the Royal Science Corps.' pursuits."
"I don't believe this."
"I will relay your comments to the King, Doctor. But until he officially reverses his decision, Doctor Alphard WILL be your assistant. Is this clear?"
Gaster frowned. "Yes, Captain."
"All right then." Flamesman extended his hand. "Until next time, Doctor."
Gaster shook his hand, and the men parted. Flamesman turned to leave. Gaster returned to his office. He looked around, and walked over to the intercom. He pressed it, and spoke. "Subjects 4, 7, and 9. Report to my office immediately."
In a matter of minutes, all three men were present. Gaster began pacing back and forth as he spoke to them.
"Asgore is not pleased with the progress of our experiments," he said, "And so he has assigned an outsider to work in the lab with us." He stopped pacing and turned to face his assistants. "While he is present, you are not to refer to each other by your numbers. I do not care which names you use, but they must be consistent. Am I understood?"
"Yes, Doctor," they said in unison.
"Subjects 11 and 12 will need to be kept under close watch, so as to not attract any undue attention. Whatever methods you used to subdue them today, continue to use them when the newcomer arrives. The newcomer is also to be restricted to the upper laboratories. If he wishes to venture lower, he must have my approval, and be accompanied by one of you. Am I understood?"
"Yes, Doctor," they all said in unison again.
"Wonderful," Gaster said, heading back to his chair. "He cannot be allowed to find Subjects 11 and 12. They must be kept secret. In addition, we must begin furthering work on the Soul and CORE Projects. Subject 9, you will go to laboratory level 3 and take an inventory of the materials for the Soul Project. Subject 7, you will go to laboratory level 4 and make preparations to advance the CORE Project. Subject 4," Gaster grabbed his mug, and held it out. "Coffee. Black. You're all dismissed."
Each of the assistants acknowledged their orders and set off to complete their assignments. Gaster sat down to look at his notes. He'd need to plan accordingly to fit in his own experiments. But he'd adapt. He always had.
I AM DONE.
Holy crap, I may have only spent a few hours writing this one, but it feels like I took a damned week.
I need a vacation.
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