I walked around the lab, taking a mental note of what was lying around. Computer. Test tubes. Beakers. Possibly deadly chemicals.
"I've always wanted an excuse to wear one of these." I pulled one of the lab coats off the wall, slipping my arms into the sleeve holes, "Now I'm officially a royal scientist!"
"'s assistant." Aster corrected me, looking over the monitor as he took notes.
"Close e-fucking-nough." I tried to hide my childish excitement.
{Are you sure you want to walk around wearing my lab coat.} Wingdings watched me with a confused look, fingers hovering over a control board.
"I promise I won't jack it." I laughed, taking a step forward and immediately falling on my face.
{Getting it ruined was the least of my worries.} He snorted, returning to his work.
I pushed myself off the ground, watching the floor with my distorted vision, "Well, shit." I muttered, trying to pick up the broken pieces of my mask.
"Guess you gotta LOAD." Chara laughed.
"I'll just glue this back together." I muttered, trying to piece it back together.
"Couldn't you have turned your head just a little bit to the left." They hummed, tapping their cheekbone, "You nearly gouged your eye out, and I gotta admit, that would've been hilarious."
I pressed my still mittened hands against my cheek, withdrawing it with red stains, "You guys got any bandaids lying around?" I lifted my head up, scanning the area.
"No need." Aster gave me a quick answer.
{Monsters don't bleed.} Dings clarified, turning to face me.
"Alright, then." I sighed, picking the pieces of my disguise up and carrying it to a table, "What about glue?"
{That, I can provide.} He walked over to a cupboard, pulling out a bottle of clear fluid.
"Awesome." I clicked my tongue, pulling the lab coat off and hanging it back up.
"You know what?" The demon in my head began to muse, childish joy in their voice, "Maybe these two should be our first kill." Laughter echoed, forcing my jaw to set in its place, "And then we'll get Papyrus, and Alphys, and we'll get that snowman you made just so you can experience that look of defeat... And then we'll extinguish Grillby and stab the rest of his customers. And do you want to know the best part?" They drew closer, lips inches from my ear as they spoke in a happy whisper, "We can just RESET, and do it all... over... again~"
"Sans." Aster knelt down in front of me, snapping his fingers in front of my eyes. When did he leave his desk?
"I... I'm fine." I lied, taking a step away from him.
"Oh, you're fine now?" Chara cackled, "Your heart rate seems to suggest otherwise."
{Sans, it was just a mask.} Dings set a bottle of glue onto the desk, watching me with a look similar to Aster's.
"Yeah there, Sansy~" The demon grinned, "Just. A. Mask." With each word articulated, their smile only grew wider, fingers reaching toward my face.
"R-really. I'm fine." I jerked back for a moment, quickly forcing myself to stand before dusting myself off.
{Are you-}
"Yes, I am." I snapped, retreating once the words were out, "I'm sorry." I began to rub the back of my neck sheepishly, "I guess... It's been a long week. Maybe I shouldn't be here."
"It's only Monday." Aster gave me a disappointed look, turning his head to look over my broken mask, "And if you're planning on leaving, that may not happen any time soon."
"I'll fix this and get out, then." I trudged to the table, fumbling with the pieces.
"Which glue did you grab?"
{Does it even matter?}
"Of course it does!"
"I'm in hell." I began to mutter to myself, pulling my hands down my face.
"At least you're corporeal." Chara pouted, tapping their fingers against the table.
"And the least you could do is give me a day of sanity." I sneered, trying to piece my mask back together.
"Oh, that won't be happening until you co-operate~" They laughed, grin perpetually growing wider.
I reached into my pocket, quickly turning the remote on and pressing the button. The shock was barely tolerable as I held tightly onto the table, body spasming in reaction.
"Oh, I'm sorry." They leaned against the wall, looking at their fingernails with a bored look, "Was I supposed to feel something? Did you not here my spiel about deceit?" A quick laugh as they glanced back up at me, "'No one's ever bested me.' And by the looks of it, neither have you."
Fear began to envelope me as I fell to the floor, cradling my head. I can only imagine the reaction between Wingdings and Aster, but I couldn't hear them over my own internal cries of panic.