I'm sorry it's been so long since I've last updated; I just finished up with a long move and, in the process ended up losing my job, computer, and all my work, forcing me to start from scratch. I won't be posting very often for a while, but I'll still try to crank the chapters out as fast as I can.
Sans couldn't think straight. His vision blurred as the morning dose was administered. He tried to shake the feeling from his head, but it was no use.
"You'll get used to it," Dr. Gaster said flatly, taking the vial before walking to the door. "I'll be back in an hour." He said before leaving the room.
As soon as the door shut, Sans curled up on the bed, gripping his head in his hands; the pain was just as bad as the first dose and it felt as if his head were about to explode? "Fuck," he mumbled under his breath, pressing his palms against his eye sockets. He could soon feel the pressure lessen and sighed. 'Why me,' he thought, tears streaming down his face. 'Why does it have to be me?'
...
Dr. Gaster entered the room without so much as a knock and sighed when he saw Sans; he had his oversized blue jacket wrapped tightly around him and his hood pulled over his face. "Sans," he said, but was slightly surprised as Sans didn't respond. "Sans," he repeated sharply, finally causing Sans to shift.
"What," Sans groaned quietly; it was obvious that he was still in a large amount of pain.
"It's time for your tests." Dr. Gaster said, ignoring the pain in Sans' voice.
Sans nodded, pushing himself off of his bed. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he pulled back.
"What is it?" Dr. Gaster asked, cocking his head slightly.
"Th-the floor," he stammered, surprised. "I-It's very cold." He murmured, wrapping his arms tightly around his torso. He looked over at his slippers snd sighed. "May I... wear my slippers?" He asked, glancing over at Dr. Gaster, who grudgingly nodded.
"As long as you don't stall any more than you already have." Dr. Gaster sighed, crossing his arms.
Sans nodded before shuffling over to the door, grabbing his slippers and pulling them on.
Even Dr. Gaster could blatantly see that something was wrong. "Let's go," he said before leading Sans out.
...
Sans looked about the room; everything was in its usual place, but something seemed...different.
Dr. Gaster walked past him and stopped at his desk. He reached around his old white desktop computer and sat a small lead weight on the table, sounding a metallic echo through the room.
Sans didn't even notice the noise, he was too focused on the subtle difference.
"Destroy it," Dr. Gaster said, once again retrieving his clipboard and pen.
Sans, hearing his words, looked over at the weight and then it clicked. He glanced about the room shocked; the tables were dirty and barren, the chairs had obviously not been moved in a while, a few lights weren't functioning, and it looked to be utterly abandoned.
"Sans," Dr. Gaster said, annoyed. "Are you listening?" He asked.
Sans could hear the grinding of what had to have been teeth and nodded. "Yes sir," he said, turning back towards the weight. "I just have to destroy it, right?" He chuckled, moving his fingers as Dr. Gaster nodded. "Then I've got this." He said, a grin plastering his face; destroying things for him was already as easy as breathing.
"Don't be too sure," Dr. Gaster said flatly.
Sans looked over at him and smiled. "How about this; if I destroy it, you'll take me to Grillby's." Sans laughed.
"And if you don't?" Dr. Gaster asked, crossing his arms.
Sans shrugged. "I'll let you decide that." He said, glancing sideways at the weight.
Dr. Gaster thought for a moment. "If you lose, your dosage will be doubled." He said, causing Sans' smile to falter. "What happened; you seemed so sure of yourself before." He said mockingly.
Sans clenched his jaw before turning back to the weight. "I still am," he said, reaching both hands out as his smile returned.
Dr. Gaster could see something change in the young monster and readied his pen.
Sans didn't even have to concentrate to lift the weight. The blue light enveloped the weight and lifted it about a foot from the table. He was honestly surprised to realize that there was no longer any pain in the back of his head. He let one of his arms drop and smiled quietly to himself as the weight remained suspended in the air.
"That's enough stalling," Dr. Gaster sighed, scribbling something down.
Sans nodded, raising his other arm back up. He immediately focused on the weight, his fingers twitching about at strange angles.
Dr. Gaster quickly turned his attention to the object as it started shaking. He suddenly flinched as the weight cracked loudly once, and then again, and again.
It took around ten seconds for the weight to explode, chunks of lead shooting out from the blue glow and impaling into the walls.
Sans soon dropped the remains of the shattered weight and looked over at Dr. Gaster, obviously proud of himself. "How was that-!" He suddenly froze when he realized that there were two large cracks in the doctor's mask. "A-are you okay, sir?!" He exclaimed, starting towards Dr. Gaster.
Dr. Gaster nodded, adjusting the mask, which caused a couple chunks to fall off around the eyes. "I'm fine," he said, looking about the room. "So I guess I owe you some lunch." He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.
Sans' smile immediately grew as Dr. Gaster picked up a piece of the lead weight.
"Go get changed." Dr. Gaster said as he set the piece back on the table. "I've got something I need to do and I'll come get you when I'm done."
...
Sans sat quietly on his bed, dressed in his blue jacket, slippers, and black shorts. He didn't want to get his hopes up but couldn't help but be the slightest bit excited. It had already been five minutes and Sans was starting to get slightly restless. 'Maybe he's not gonna come-!' His thought was cut short as there was a knock on the door. "C-come in." He stammered.
The door slowly opened and Dr. Gaster walked in. "You ready to go?" He asked, causing Sans' eyes to widen.
"Y-yes sir," Sans stammered, quickly trotting over to the door. He quickly noticed that the doctor's mask was still cracked.
Dr. Gaster nodded before turning and walking out, Sans close behind.
...
By the time the two departed from the grill, it was incredibly late. Most monsters were no longer out, making it easy to avoid unwanted conversations on the doctor's part.
Sans didn't realize how empty the underground had gotten until they had arrived in the forest. "Where are all the monsters?" He asked, looking up at Dr. Gaster.
Gaster merely shrugged. "Probably asleep," he sighed, glancing about the barren snowfield they had just passed through.
Even Sans could tell that the good doctor was hiding something, but he knew better than to push the conversation, instead pulling his jacket closer to his shivering body; for some strange reason, he felt more exposed to the elements than usual. 'It's probably nothing,' he thought, attempting to the best of his ability to ignore the unnerving symptoms coming to light.
The two soon re-entered the lab, which was just as cold as the snow outside.
"It's probably best if you go to bed." Doctor Gaster suddenly said, his voice unusually blunt, catching Sans off-guard.
"Ye-yes sir," Sans stammered before quickly turning and trotting off down the hall.
"It's going to be a long day tomorrow."