Surprisingly, it only took about a month to gain more than seven hundred and fifty inmate signatures, agreeing that Gaster could use their souls in his newest experiment. Helvetica knew that some of the monsters within the dungeons would agree, but she never expected that almost eight hundred of them would. Even now she was standing on the other side of a one way mirror watching as the newest monster gave their consent, signing the paper saying that they agreed with the procedure. Gaster stood next to her watching the process as well.

"Interesting, no? When you told me that we had to get the inmates to sign their consent I was convinced that none of them would agree and I would have to think of something else." Gaster said quietly as they watched the inmate be led out of the room who was smiling ear to ear. "Creepy."

Helvetica couldn't help but laugh. "That was Jocular Jo, he's always smiling like that. Though I was sure we could get the seven hundred and fifty signatures, if you noticed I didn't put a cap on when we had to get them by. Even if it took years I was sure we would have gotten them. I'm very surprised that they need absolutely no persuasion. I mean I'm grateful, saves us the headache, but I fear that Asgore might think we are manipulating them."

"Well, you are recording these meetings. He will not be able to deny that there hasn't been any." Gaster said confidently.

"True, he will definitely hear them be asked, have it explained, them say yes and my staff making sure that they understand what they are signing. I mean after the first seven hundred we have started focusing on lightly trying to make them not want to sign it. It's turned into quite the experiment." Helvetica sighed.

"My dear?" Gaster asked concerned.

"It's just that, well, except for a dozen they've all signed it so far. It makes me wonder about the conditions that they are in. Do they feel forced, even though we are not necessarily forcing them?" Helvetica asked in a way that was less about pity and more about trying to understand a problem.

"I've never seen the dungeons. Are they dingy, dirty, unsafe places?" Gaster asked leaning back against the one way mirror as the next inmate came in and was being explained what was happening.

"So Grenda, how have you been lately." Was heard over a speaker system in the observation room.

"Good." The monster replied.

"No Gaster, it's not a movie set," Helvetica laughed at her husband's description. "It's a rehabilitation center. They have a nice bed, their own space, it's clean, they get good food, they have games and other entertainment. It's not paradise but it's not all that terrible either."

"Very good. Now Grenda, do you know why we called you in here today?" The staff member, Dr. Roberson, asked politely.

"To help free monsters from the Underground, right? They're all talking about it out there." The monster responded quietly.

"So we can assume that it's not due to their environment." Gaster said.

"Maybe …" Helvetica thought for a moment before making her way to the door. "Be right back." Gaster just watched as his wife left the observation room and then enter the exchange room moments later.

"Correct now … Oh Dr. Helvetica so nice of you to join us." Roberson exclaimed, confused by their boss' appearance.

"It's very nice to see you both as well. Grenda how have you been lately?" Helvetica asked as she took a seat next to her staff member.

"Can't complain." Grenda said pleasantly.

"Very good. So you know why you are here?" Helvetica asked, Grenda nodded.

"We were just about to go over the details." Robertson said, knowing that Helvetica didn't actually need him to tell her that.

"Excellent. I would like to be here if neither of you mind." Helvetica said happily.

"No, I don't mind." Grenda said smoothly.

"More than pleased to have your company," Robertson exclaimed. "Now, you said you know why you are here due to people talking about it."

"Yes."

"What do you mean everyone is talking about it," Helvetica implored. "Do you mind telling me some of the conversations that are going on?"

"Sure, doc." Grenda said smiling. "Dr. Gaster, your husband, is working on taking down the Barrier. Everyone knows that. So you all are collecting names to help with his newest experiment. You guys want to collect souls from us monsters and use them to take down the Barrier. I'm not really sure about the particulars of such a process, I'm not a scientist. But Beck, the alligator monster who was a scientist, you know him right?" Grenda asked, both doctors nodded and Grenda continued.

"Ya, he said that it was sure to work. That Dr. Gaster is so smart that there was no way that he would ask for such a thing and then not expect it to work. He said that it was our best bet at getting out of here. Most of us are going to be alive for a very long time, Dr. Helvetica, you know that. While I know you want to get us out of here, King Asgore, well he doesn't we all know that too. We aren't going to get out of here for being good, we're going to get out of here by being dead. So most of us have been talking. Why not do something worthwhile with the life that we have now? Helping Dr. Gaster and freeing the monsters of the Underground, now that's a legacy worth having. I could be one of the hundreds of souls that actually made a real difference." Greda explain, looking excited when she was done. Helvetica looked like she was contemplating this answer.

"Grenda, do you feel forced to say yes?" Helvetica asked.

"Forced? Nah, doc if anything I guess I'm a little excited." Grenada explained.

"Do you think that you will get something from this? Like recognition from the fellow inmates?" Helvetica pressed.

"Nope, they don't care if I say yes or no. It's a personal thing, a personal sacrifice, nothing to do with the rest of them."

"Will you tell the other inmates what you decided?"

"Ya, probably."

"Did you know that, Johnson said no?"

"Ya."

"What do you think about that?"

"His choice ma'am."

"What do you think the other inmates think about Johnson's decision?"

"I don't think anyone cares."

"If you tell the other inmates that you said no, what do you think they will do."

"Nothing?"

"And if you tell them you said yes, what do you think they would do?"

"I don't know, probably say good job?" Grenda said getting tired of Dr. Helvetica's questions.

"I see, well, Dr. Robertson please continue." Helvetica said turning to her colleague.

"Thank you, Dr. Helvetica. Now Grenda …"

Helvetica stopped listening. Going over what she gained from Grenda in her head, it didn't seem as if there was pressure on the inmate. Yet, that didn't necessarily mean there wasn't. They are obviously talking about it, that alone could sway people from one side to the next. Not to mention now most of them are saying yes. It is very possible that to feel part of the social group that they are in they feel like they need to say yes.

As Grenda started signing her name and more explanation was given Helvetica concluded it was too late to make any real changes now. They needed seven hundred and fifty signatures, and they got them. Now all that was left was for Gaster to figure out how to implement the plan. Together all three inhabitants left the room, Helvetica wished Grenda and Dr. Robertson a good day as they made it back to the dungeon.

"So I guess I better make this work, huh." Gaster said coming to stand next to his wife.

"They have so much faith in you," Helvetica said "I'm sure it is not misplaced." She looked at her husband and rested her head on his cheek bone making him smile.

"Right. So we'll meet later tonight in your office for the last of the paperwork overflow?" Gaster asked as he started making his way down the hall to his lab with Helvetica following. It was almost 8 am he better start the day, and Helvetica had to get to the King's palace for her appointment with King Asgore's flower son.

"Oh yes, final stretch." She smirked, excited by the notion that her workload was about to get back to normal. Who would have thought that missing a few days of work would result in a month worth of overload. "We could even go over some of your ideas for the vessel for the souls we are going to be collecting soon. Are we still thinking something organic will work best?"

"Yup, brought it up with my colleagues and they all are in agreeance. Something organic would probably not only be the easiest to work with, but also the most natural, as natural as we can get anyways." Gaster said. "Still going over what exactly we should use. We are thinking a body would be best, but to use a living body would be close to torture for whoever it is. And death doesn't happen in a convenient way for us monsters to make it possible, dust can't exactly be a vessel. Dr. Alrep suggested we use something like a plant. What with there always being Vegitiods around and now this new Flower monster it's obvious that souls can inhabit a plant matter as well so I guess that would work. It just seems like something that would be hard to control. I mean Vegitiods insist that you eat them to no benefit to themselves. It's not exactly the most rational plant." Helvetica stopped her husband and rested her head against his.

"This is where we must part my dear. I'm sure you will figure it out. We can think on it more tonight as well."

"Oh right, you're meeting with the Flower today. How is he anyways?" Gaster asked. suddenly intrigued. They don't talk about the flower much, but he did find it interesting that it did infact exist. Neither of them were that keen on accepting that it was in fact the King's son though. Originally both Helvetica and her husband were convinced that there must be some sort of misunderstanding. Yet with every meeting Helvetica was becoming more and more convinced that she might be wrong.

The flower knew things he shouldn't about the young prince. Yet he definitely did not have the same demeanor about him that the young prince did. Helvetica was able to meet the prince a few times before his untimely death, and the one thing that she would never forget was the child's soft and calm nature full of positivity. The flower, well, he was not necessarily like that. As a psychologist for more than 50 years Helvetica could tell when she was being lied to, especially when it came to emotions. If she didn't know any better she would be convinced that this child had no emotions, but tried to play it off as if he did. It was interesting to see the flower recognize that something he said should elicit an emotional response and then become confused when he didn't.

"He's doing well. We're working through some emotional stuff at the moment. But he seems to be overall …. um, happy." Helvetica said.

"Well as long as the young thing is happy. It must be nice for Asgore to have something that reminds him of his son around." Gaster said.

"Oh yes, the King is very pleased about the notion that his son is alive once more. Now I must go my dear, or else I'll be late. See you later tonight, my office." She said as she rested her head on his once more before making her way to King asgore's palace.

"See you then my dear." Gaster called to his wife. Waving once more Helvetica turned a corner and paused. She placed her hand over her chest and took several deep breaths, the baby had been starting to act up again. It's been causing her … discomfort … in the form of a dull ache in her chest. Overall it's been nothing to complain about but it's been constant for a while now.

She should probably go see her Obstetrician soon if it persists in the next few weeks. She was hesitant to do so though in fear that they would advise her to take more days off of work. She's almost all caught up, she really didn't want to start back at square one again because she needed to take another few days off. She was sure it was just the baby growing, nothing to be worried about.

She sighed before continuing on her way to the palace. Entering the Throne room Helvetica got ready to have her meeting with the young flower Prince. He was waiting like usual in the middle of the Throne room looking towards his father's seat.

"Asriel, how are you feeling today?" Helvetica asked cheerfully. The flower turned to look at her a bored expression on his face.

"I was thinking …" He started and then stopped.

"Oh, what were you thinking about?" Helvetica implored.

"Do you think I am Asriel Dreemurr?" The flower asked her.

"I'll admit at first I had my suspicions but the more I get to know you I feel like you could be, yes. What do you think?" Helvetica answered truthfully. She was surprised that this topic was coming up of its own accord. They haven't talked about such intense topics yet, Helvetica wanted to make sure the flower was comfortable with her before she started outright questioning whether or not the flower was actually Asriel Dreemurr herself. Apparently they had reached the point where the flower felt comfortable with her to ask the question of his own accord.

"Honestly, I don't know what to think." The flower said offhandedly. Helvetic sat next to the flower watching as he tried to think through his opinion. "I mean I have all these memories, of mom, of dad, of … Chara. But I don't feel anything attached to those memories. I know some memories are supposed to make me happy, and others sad, but I don't feel anything." The small flower said looking towards Helvetica as if he expected her to help him find the emotions he was missing.

"I see," she said thinking on the problem. "Tell me, do you feel the need to express emotions on new circumstances? Like if something good happens does it make you happy? Or does something bad make you sad?" Helvetica asked a bit concerned.

The flower thought a bit before answering. "Yes, sometimes. Like if dad makes a joke I laugh even if I think the joke is stupid or whatever."

"Hmm, but what about when something unexpectedly happy happens." She pressed. "Like if your father gives you a present, or he does something nice for you."

"Umm, I don't know. He just makes stupid jokes." the flower said a little perturbed.

"Hmm, well keep an eye out for it. I'm sure you will be able to notice when something nice is meant to happen, take note. That way we can talk more in depth about your feelings." She said.

"What happens if I really can't feel anything?" Asked the flower.

"We will have to face that when we are sure," said Helvetica. "Right now we can only speculate, it could mean many different things. That you are depressed is such an explanation, but we can't know until we have a clearer idea on what you mean exactly. Not laughing at your dad's bad jokes does not a depressed flower make," Helvetica smiled. the flower just looked up at her quizzically before looking back at the ground. They were silent for a few moments.

"How is Dr. Gaster's newest experiment going?" Asked the flower.

"Oh quite well," Helvetica proclaimed. "we successfully acquired all the permissions we would need and plan on moving onto the next phase."

"Which is?" Helvetica paused, how much should she tell the young flower. It was none of his business really, but at the same time she didn't want him to feel shut off from her.

"We don't really know yet." She decided to say. "We have some ideas but the whole process is very new so it's hard to say exactly what we should do."

The flower looked thoughtful before beaming up at her. "I'm sure he'll figure it out. He's so smart I don't doubt he'll figure out how to get the monsters out of the underground." Helvetica laughed at the small flowers forced enthusiasm.

"Now let's talk about you, did you have any more nightmares last night?" Helvetica asked.

"Sorta, about passing the barrier and the humans attacking me." The flower said. The rest of the meeting was about this newest nightmare, what it meant, and trying to determine how he felt about the dream. The longer Helvetica talked to the young flower she couldn't help but hope that the worst thing the poor soul was experiencing was depression and not something far worse.