CHAPTER 11

Frisk woke up. They were expected to be rescued and put into bed. But no, they were still stranded up high. What's worse, all of their friends were here.

Tubes of Determination were on the ground, scattered. Some were broken. And Flowey was unharmed whatsoever. Frisk was disappointed.

This scene reminded them of the battle between them and Asriel, too bad he's already rotting somewhere… Alone, afraid, defeated, ashamed. Frisk had missed him. Chara would have had, too.

"Hmmm… I've been waiting for quite a fair amount of time now… 1, 2, 3, 4, 5… there's still one more to come, where's my dear Sansy? Is he too ashamed for breaking his promise?" Flowey kept on laughing at the most random things.

Flowey glanced at the tubes of Determination Papyrus tried to throw at it, he was terrible at aiming, so instead he got captured and wasn't very proud.

Everyone's mouths were covered, so the only available speaker in the room was Flowey itself.

"Did you fools seriously trusted the punk Asriel? How adorable… Hmm, since all of you will die in a few moments, I may as well speak the truth to all… Or not, in case Sansy showed up and ruins everything… But anyways, you guys were allllll wrong about Determination."

Frisk was listening very carefully, Papyrus thought about spaghetti.

"Determination… is right, but you guys had the understanding and concept wrong. It's all I'm going to tell you guys. Oh, right, why am I even wasting time on speaking? I should just get to the point already."

The vines got tighter, and tighter, and tighter…

No, wait, this isn't the end just yet! Frisk was starting to understand something, determination; determination; determination… they started to repeat the word over and over again in their mind, think fast! It's got to work!

Wrong understanding? Wrong concept? What happens if they made the concept right and understood the true meaning of determination?

Frisk began to hear their friends choking, especially Alphys.

Determination… Frisk… Human… concept…

Determination.


Entry 168

(Written in Wing Dings, translated entry.)

Last time I said that I was going to record down my two successful test subjects. The S1 and P2 brothers. SP… Salt and Pepper? I thought that would be perfect names for them but, maybe things weren't exactly the right case. I think I forgot to write about my flower, right? I was going to make it a living being as well. Yes, it is one of those strange plants Asgore destroyed quite some time ago, I've been raising this one secretly. But the plant seemed to be possessed, it didn't inflict any positive energy, instead everything was negative. This was probably the wrong thing to contribute to, but I had been feeding it monster souls. I had to feed a lot of them because monster souls were so weak. It would be much easier to work with human souls, but no human had fallen down the barrier yet, not since the great war. Why am I doing this? Well, we'll have to find out soon, don't we?


"Sans, what's the matter?" Papyrus asked when little Sans went back into their cell. There were other cells as well, but the monsters inside didn't seem to want to talk. So the brothers only had each other.

Sans wiped away his tears and sat down on his bunk, Papyrus's bunk was above his. He was a little too lazy having to climb ladders whenever he's tired. He liked to just sit down.

Papyrus, on the other hand, was quite enthusiastic and energized, but he seemed to never leave the cell. Sans leaves quite often, and he always come back either uncomfortable, hurt, or nauseous.

But this time, it was emotional.

"It's nothin', Pap, got dust in my eyes, that's all."

"Well… if you say so, alright! Did I show you my cube of colors? I had finally completed that puzzle… I LOVE PUZZLES!" Papyrus exclaimed as he threw his completed Rubik's cube down from his upper bunk.

Sans caught it and smiled weakly. All the colors were matching. Papyrus really is a genius at puzzles, he was glad to have such an awesome brother.

"Well done, Papyrus… whatcha' gonna do now?" Sans said, he looked up.

"Hmm… I will complete it the second time while you are gone. So, Sans, what did you do today?" Papyrus asked, he always wondered what it was like to be outside the cell, but he never got picked.

"Dr. Gaster injected something into my soul, it's a gift."

"What's a gift? Sans?"

"Something like… an ability I could use in combat or self-defense. I think."

"Wowy! Sounds amazing! Can you show me your gift?"

"The doctor said I can't, it's… impossible."

"Ok, that's fine… would you like to hear my new idea about making puzzles?"

"Sure, Papyrus, why not?"

"…"


Gaster sat at his desk beside the two life support pods, he like to keep those inside his office. So that he could keep an eye out on his precious test subjects. Also observe how a skeleton life had formed, this wasn't the first time he created life scientifically, but it was the first time he created the life similar to his own – Skeletons.

He had created the soul by combining varies different souls from varies different monsters, so their personality may be inherited randomly by any of the souls used. But that's fine, personality could change.

Gaster held up his cup of coffee and looked at his watch. He hadn't rested in 78 hours. But it was all worth it.

After Sans left in tears, he had almost felt sorry. Gaster had raised them, after all, they were like his own children. He had raised them with care, he raised them unlike how he raised the others. He talked to them, meanwhile to others, he simply nods or shakes his head. Or do nothing.

He doesn't even communicate that much with the king, he was quite the introvert. He only does his regular job, which was researching about random things. The rest of the time he does his own stuff.

But at this moment he was stressed out about the cyan liquid, he decided to wait longer to see if it works. He had made two of the same liquid before, but the two test subjects' soul wasn't strong enough to handle the power, it was too strong.

But he believes in Sans, he believes that this child could handle and control the power. Now he only had to wait.

It's late at night, all the lights were off, everything was quiet. Gaster would turn on his tiny TV and watch shows, but the only income was the stupid grey box robot's entertainment. Which doesn't entertain him at all, it was stupid how people watches that show.

So he just sat there sipping on his cold coffee.

"AHHHHH!" Someone screamed from the dark hallway, Gaster smiled and got up his chair. Now… he see what happens.

To be continued...