CONTINUE?
Less a spoken request or word than a feeling… a thought, or an idea. Instinctively the scrambled mess of what was once a human boy named Alberto reached out to the feeling, but recoils. It's being reliving it's life found despair and pain in living, yet a stoic peace in it's current state. After it's initial reaction the mass of disembodied consciousness violently rejects the very notion of going back, and begins petulantly taunting the unplaceable entity.
With seeming disappointment the offer and entity retreat and the thing that was once Alberto feels a faint and growing satisfaction. And so the consciousness waits. And waits. And waits… and never, not for even a second, regretting it's decision to refuse the unknowable being's offer.
Then a blinding all encompassing light swallows everything, and Alberto is no longer free. He reawakens cold, clammy, restrained to an operating table and experiencing unfathomable suffering. An inferno of agony stretches across his stomach and radiates in waves throughout his body. His eyes flutter open and the room fills with voices.
"YES! REANIMATING A BODY! WE'VE DONE IT SANS!" Gaster shouts in delight, however Alberto does not hear this.
Instead Alberto shut his eyes tight, gritted his teeth, and focused on nothing. He was no stranger to pain, be it found at the end of a cigarette, a belt, paddle, or the back of his father's hand, and in his experience the best way to manage it even if only a little was to block it out, focus on something else, anything else even if that was actually nothing. Unfortunately, his trick did not work. Th depth of this pain was indescribable.
Alberto's eyes spring open, full of tears, and from the depths of his soul he screams and cries into the air. His ears ring from the sheer volume of his agony, yet he does not stop. His voice grows tired hoarse and painful, yet he does not stop.
"Argh! Shut that thing up! Quick Sans, to the control room." Gaster yells running out of the room, Sans trails closely behind.
Around five minutes later the room fills with some sort of sleeping gas, and after another five minutes the screaming finally ceases.
"Sans," Gaster begins with a wicked grin. "Do you know what this could mean?"
"Uh, yeah... I think. Humans can reanimate through massive DT infusions?" Sans offers.
"Not just that! It's possible that DT and a human vessel maybe able to create an entirely new soul!" Gaster's excitement oozing into every word. "This may not only mean freedom for monster kind but this could also give us the edge in battle… WE could rule the Surface!"
"Yeah, uh, maybe" Sans says noncommittally. "Anyways, what are we going to do about the kid? That wound's pretty nasty, those sutures might not be enough to keep him alive."
"Don't you worry one little bit i'll handle that, besides I have a gift for my new favorite little cretin." Gaster says heading back towards the operating room.