Transparent glowing skeleton hands hold onto the blue jacket, tightly pulling as a white light splashed against the body. All around were flat glowing rectangles, floating quietly in a sea of darkness. The ghost hand let go of the prisoner and drifted next to him. Sans shifted his body until it was floating right side up in front of a few flat rectangles. The last time he visited this place the images on the screens were rewinding back to the moment the last human fell into the Underground. Not this time. On the screen in front of him was a still image of him lying on the ground, bound by vines as Flowey looked down upon him. The screen above was a close up of an evil grin that had spread across the flower's gray face. His bones shivered at the image and turned to look away. The blue soul was relieved it was over as he started to swim away from the terrible image, following behind were the ghostly orange-blue hands. Worry started to sink into the blue soul as the skeleton passed by the other screens displaying the Underground. Just like the one he came out of, the rest were also on pause. Why hasn't it all reset by now? A bony hand trembled in fear as he reached out for the nearest portal home, but stopped. Touching it now may send him back to a frozen world and he couldn't leave this one yet. He still needed to find W.D Gaster, his father. No telling if he would get other chance to come back to this darken place again.
It didn't take long for Sans to find the white deformed creature sitting on a giant ram skull with their back facing him. He tries calling out to his father, but there was no sound as he swam over to the taller monster. Forgetting for a moment there was no sound in this world of darkness. Gaster was too busy and lost in thought that he didn't notice someone crawled onto the blaster behind him. Leaning over the shoulder, Sans could see a strange orange-blue transparent font appeared in front of his father. Sad gloomy aura drifting out of Gaster's soul as a tiny purple spark flew in front of the skull. In a blink of an eye, the spark was caught between his index finger and thumb.
"👍l✌💣 👎o🕈n ✌l✋👍e…✋🕯💣 💧🕆re 📪 💧✌n💧 👎oe💧n🕯❄ h✌❄e ✌r✋✌l 📬"
Sans stood there silently next to his father as he watched the tiny glowing purple font looked similar to his. A dark anger rage mix with a hint of fear with every tiny purple glowing letter that appeared.
"✋ f🕆👍😐e👎 🕆🏱📪 👎✌👎📬📬📬🏱✌🏱🏱✡ 🕈✌💧 👎✡✋ng ✌n👎 ✋ 👎✋👎🕯❄ 😐no🕈 🕈h✌❄ ❄o 👎o 📬 💧o 👌efore he 👍o🕆l👎 👍o💣🏱le❄el✡ ❄🕆rn ❄o 👎🕆💧❄📪 ✋ ❄oo😐 h✋💧 💧o🕆l …✋ ❄ho🕆gh❄ 💣✌✡👌e 🕈✋❄h ❄🕈✋n💧🕯 🏱o🕈er ✋ 👍o🕆l👎 o✞er🏱o🕈er 👍h✌r✌ f✋n✌ll✡…❄he✡ 🕈ere ❄oo 💧👍✌re👎 of h✌r💣n✋g fr✋💧😐🕯💧 💧o🕆l…❄hen 💧✌n💧 💧ho🕈e👎 🕆🏱…✋ j🕆💧❄ 🕈✌n❄ ❄h✋💧 go👎 👎✌💣e n✋gh❄💣✌re ❄o en👎…🏱le✌💧e 📪 f🕆👍😐✋ng 😐✋ll 💣e ✌lre✌👎✡📬 🏱🕆❄ 💣e o🕆❄ 💣✡ 💣✋💧er✡…👎✌👎👎✡✏"
The purple light from the spark darkens as it wiggled out of his bony fingers. The tiny thing didn't get too far before being recaptured by the same fingers. Blue light burned in Gaster's left eye as the purple ball turned to a blue color. If Sans' father was able to use magical psychokinesis, then that meant the thing was a soul. It was possible that the tiny purple soul was Papyrus' twin sister. If so, what was the soul doing here? The skeleton wasn't much of a religious monster, but he was starting to wonder if this dark place was the afterlife. Last time he saw the purple spark… no, the soul, it pushed into one of the floating screens of sleeping Arial on it, right before Sans was cursed with part his father's soul. So the soul couldn't be dead. Could be linked to so-called little sister, Arial, the brother killer. Sans silently groaned hate that there were more question then answers piling up again. How could it be possible for a tiny thing with little magic to be alive all this time when it was less than half size of a complete heart-shaped soul.
"🕈✌❄👍h ✡o🕆r l✌ng🕆✌e ✡o🕆ng l✌👎✡…✋ 😐no🕈 🏱erfe👍❄l✡ 🕈ell ❄h✌❄ ✡o🕆 🕈ere go✋ng ❄o 💧ell ✡o🕆r 💧o🕆l ❄o 👍h✌ron📬📬📬 e✞en ✌❄ ❄he 👍o💧❄ of ✌r✋✌l🕯💧 l✋fe …✋ ❄ol👎 ✡o🕆 ❄o 💧❄✌✡ ✌🕈✌✡ fro💣 ❄h✌❄ 💧🏱✋r✋❄…✌ll he c✌re💧 ✌👌o🕆❄ ✋💧 👌e👍o💣✋ng 💧❄rong 💧o he 👍✌n o✞er🏱 o🕈er 😐✋ng ✌💧gore ✌n👎 ❄✌😐e 👌✌👍😐 🕈h✌❄ 👌elong💧 ❄o h✋💣…✋ 😐no🕈 ✡o🕆 h✌❄e ❄he 😐✋ng 📪 👌🕆❄ 🕆n👎ergro🕆n👎 nee👎 h✋💣 ❄o 💧❄✌✡ ✋n 🏱o🕈er …✋🕯💣 gl✌👎 💧✌n💧 💧❄o🏱🏱e👎 ✡o🕆📬"
Sad orange-blue text appeared as Gaster's light pushed down on the soul, before releasing between the fingers. A bony finger waved in the air as it guided the soul covered in blue magic onto his lap. Sans edged a little closer as he watched the soul spark move across the black fabric like a victim trapped in waves of water. Gaster reached out a hand as a finger was extending out careful petting the poor thing, it wouldn't hold still. Sans could sense his father just wanting to comfort the tiny soul, but it was too angry and wanted nothing to do with him as purple text floated out of it.
"✋ 🕈✌💧 ❄r✡✋ng ❄o 🏱🕆❄ en👎 ❄o ❄he re💧e❄💧… ✋ ❄ho🕆gh❄ ✡o🕆 🕈✌n❄e👎 ❄o 💧e❄ ✌n✡one free ✌❄ ✌n✡👍o💧❄…🕈✋❄h ❄he h🕆💣✌n📫💧😐ele❄on 💧o🕆l 📪 ✡o🕆 👍re✌❄e👎 👍h✌ron 👍o🕆ld 🕆💧e ❄h✌❄ 🏱o🕈er ❄o 👌✋n👎 Fr✋💧😐 ✌n👎 👍h✌r✌🕯💧 🏱o🕈er of 👎e❄er💣✋n✌❄✋on📬 ❄hen ❄he✋r 💧o🕆l ✌n👎 o❄her h🕆💣✌n 💧o🕆l💧🕯 👍o🕆l👎 f✋n✌ll✡ 👌e 🕆💧e👎 ❄o 👌re✌😐 ❄he 👌✌rr✋er📬📬📬 ❄h✌❄🕯 🕈h✡ ✡o🕆 👍re✌❄e👎 ❄he h🕆💣✌n📫 💧😐ele❄on 🏱roje👍❄ ✋n ❄he f✋r💧❄ 🏱l✌👍e…👎o ✡o🕆 re✌ll✡ ❄h✋n😐 😐✋ng ✌💧gore i💧 go✋ng ❄o le❄ 🕆💧 l✋✞e h✌🏱🏱✋ly e✞er ✌f❄er 🕈✋❄h o🕆r 👌ro❄her💧…🕈e🕯re j🕆💧❄ 💧o💣e f✌✋le👎 e✠🏱er✋💣en❄ 👍oo😐 🕆🏱 ✋n ✡o🕆r l✌👌📬 💧o 🕈ho 👍✌re💧 ✋f 🕈e 👎✋💧✌🏱🏱e✌red✍"
An explosion of rage burned from the tall creature's eyes as a bony hand reached down to grab the tiny soul. The thing floated right through the hole in the middle of his hand, racing towards the nearest screen with an image of Hotland. It was useless as Gaster used blue magic to bring it back to him. Sans slinked down see larger orange-blue texted appeared overhead. He felt like a small child watching as his father used blue magic as punishment towards the soul, flings around in different directions. The lights in Sans eyes disappeared as mind floated back on a warm winter day. Papyrus had just turned five and wanting to test out the new ice skates, but their father told both of them no. They would have to wait a few days for the temperature to drop more so they lake would be more frozen solid. Papyrus really wanted to go badly and Sans couldn't deny a cute baby bone's request. Both of them were tiny and didn't weight much so he thought the ice should be able to hold them. They waited until their father went to work before sneaking out of the house to the lake. Sans is not much of the athletic type so he mostly sat on the snow watching Papyrus go around in circles trying to make a figure eight. He only looked away for a moment. Suddenly the sound of something snapping apart and splashing alarmed him to look back. There was no sign of Papyrus as he jumped to his feet. A child screaming echoing in the air as tiny arms splashed around in a large hole in the lake. The bones rattled in panic as Sans raced across the ice, only have cracked under the presser, leaving him strained on a chunk of ice. His hand reached out as he tries to summon enough magic to lift his baby brother out the freezing water. He was still too young to use psychokinesis on a soul so far away. Horror filled the blue soul as he watched the tiny bony hand disappeared out of sight but then reappeared. Blue magic shined around passed out Papyrus' chest as the tiny wet skeleton wearing oversize orange hoodie was pulled out cold wet prison. Turning the head slightly back towards snow bank Sans could see his father standing on snow as his brother placed on the snow safely. Sans relived as he felt his father's blue magic take hold of his own soul. Those emotions quickly turned to fear as the body hovers in midair. Screaming escaped the mouth as he was jolted around different direction never coming in connect with objects. The presser, anger in Gaster's eyes and being toss around like rag doll none stop without letting soul time to recover was painful enough on Sans. There was no permeant damage to the soul, but sharp chilling memory enough to make him never want to disobey his father's orders again. Almost freezing Papyrus' soul to death didn't help either. Sans slowly pulled himself back to reality as he looked up to see the purple spark, feeling a bit sorry for the unknown soul. The bony hand gripping on to the blue jacket, staring up at strange orange-blue font filled with burning fury with every letter that appeared.
"✡o🕆 fool✋💧h 👍h✋l👎📬 👎o ✡o🕆 ❄h✋n😐 ✋ 🕈✌n❄ ✌n✡ of 💣✡ 👍h✋l👎ren ❄o 👌e 🕈h✋🏱 o🕆❄ e✠✋💧❄en❄💧…✋f ✋ 🕈✌n❄ ✡o🕆 👎e✌👎 ✋ 🕈o🕆l👎 h✌✞e le❄ 👎❄ e✠❄r✌👍❄✋on 💣✌👍h✋ne 👎e💧❄ro✡ ✡o🕆r 💧o🕆l long ✌go📬📬📬✋ 👍o🕆l👎n🕯❄ 👎o ✋❄…👌o❄h of ✡o🕆 ✌re 💣✡ 👎✌🕆gh❄er💧 ✌n👎 ✋ 👍✌re 👎ee🏱l✡ ✌👌o🕆❄ ❄he 👌o❄h of ✡o🕆📬Ho🕈 👍o🕆l👎 ✡o🕆 👌e 💧o 💧hellf✋💧h ❄o 🕈✌💧❄e ✡o🕆r l✋fe ✌🕈✌✡✍📬📬📬🕈h✌❄ ✌👌o🕆❄ ✌👎✌r✌✍ 🕈✋❄ho🕆❄ ✌r✋✌l 📪 ❄h✌❄ 🏱oor g✋rl 👍✌n🕯❄ e✠✋💧❄📬"
Gaster shakes his head as he slowly lowered the soul before releasing from the magic. Sad aura drifting from spark as it lay on Gaster's fingertip while he carful petted with another finger.
"✋ 😐o🕈n ✋❄ h✌r👎 💧🕈ee❄he✌r❄ ✌n👎 ✡o🕆🕯re ❄✋re👎📪 👌🕆❄ ✋ nee👎 ✡o🕆 ❄o 💧❄✌✡ 💧❄rong for ✡o🕆r ✡o🕆nger 💧✋👌l✋ng💧 ✌n👎 hol👎 on ✌ l✋❄❄le longer 📬 😐 ✋ h✌✞e 😐no🕈n ✡o🕆 r✌❄her f✋n✋💧h f🕆💧✋ng 🕈✋❄h ✌r✋✌l ✌n👎 forge❄ e✞er✡❄h✋ng📪 👌🕆❄ 💧✌n💧 nee👎💧 ✡o🕆 r✋gh❄ no🕈📬 ✌l✋👍e📬📬📬"
The orange-blue texted disappear as Sans final got the courage tug on the guppy black stuff part the older monster's body. A dark shadow cast over Sans as Gaster turned body slightly not noticing spark had escaped from his fingertips. Mixed emotions of negative and positive poured out from the older monster's soul as a trembling hand brushed the side of the younger one's face.
"Hey, there Pops?" Sans signed with his hands pulling away from the older monster. It was still hard to believe that disfigured creature standing in front of him was once his father. The only thing that even resembled a skeleton was the melted skull and what was left of two bony hands. The same hands his father craved holes into for his experiments.
"Sans…hold on moment…." The ghost hands gestured as Gaster's head darted around looking for the purple soul.
The white light rolled in Sans' eye as he pulled hard on Gaster's melted black body. "I'm done waiting…I have a bone pick with you…What hell is going on here? Don't lie. I'm positive you been watching all this from the beginning. So why didn't you try to get in connect with me sooner." Sans gestured in anger as darkness fill the eye sockets.
"I'm sorry Sans….You see it wasn't until the last timeline when you went to the bar and meet Arial that I realized your memories not erased like all other monsters. I not sure why, but it gives me some hope." The ghost hands quickly crossed fingers as Gaster pointed to Sans's shirt. A deep orange light flickered from under the shirt. "Cursing you with Astral Heart was the only thing I could come up with to help."
Sharp pain tinkled down the blue heart as Sans recalled all painful memory focused into his own soul. Placing a right hand on top of the left palm and move both hands upwards. "Helpful! I loved seeing my adopted sister and mother die….Very helpful Pops…Thanks..." Angry shimmered from the left eye, as he extends the fingers and thumb. Touch fingers to the chin and bring the fingers forward. It was almost like Sans was blowing a kiss to Gaster, but hand gesture was too low and full of despite.
The older monster tiled the head to the side, tapping his fingers against the ram shaped blaster's skull. There was cold silent of stillness in the air between the both of them as he pondered what to say. A deep apology was out the question. It had to be done and there no way to erase the tarmac event from the child's memory. "I'm bound to the Void, a cold place with no sound… I don't exist in our universe anymore or this timeline…I need you. I sure you understand in due time" a solid bony hand glowed blue as it summoned Sans' soul out the young skeleton's chest. "I know it not easy watching your loved ones die over and over again. You can't do anything about it…It had to be done" bring the heart up to his face, studying the orange tiny lump on the young one's blue soul. The area surrounding the lump had dark blue scorch marks. The scars would heal over time, but He couldn't believe that his daughter was able to remove some of the Astral Heart without destroying either of their soul or causing physical damage "You know sign language now and you don't fear me like last time…I would count that as some progress."
Sans reaching out a hand to reclaim his soul. "I still don't understand the point of all this" he gesturing before slipping off the skull letting body float into black nothingness. The hands shake in anger before turning into fits. He couldn't stand looking at his father anymore. How could his father count that as progress? All it really did was open a door to a box of unanswered question and emotional scarring of pain. Did Gaster really want to help the Underground or maybe there was something dark up the creature's black sleeve? This was the men who keep secrets from his sons and a girl locked up in the laboratory for six years. Experiment so important that their neglected father would rather spend time on a project then being part of a family. Could it be possible Sans just some spare body for his father use to finish a stupid project?
Orange-blue lights appeared in Gaster's eye socket as the broken skeleton watched as his son light poked at the lump on his soul. The ghost hands quickly moved in front of the boy as one tapped Sans on the shoulder. The blue soul drifted back into Sans' body as young one looked up to see the hands pointing a finger at him. "You haven't realized yet have you, Sans." The ghost hands gestured as solid hands placed on each of San's shoulder directing the body turn towards a screen of a gray hallway. Near the end was a bright hazy light. Sans could almost make out a washed out landscape of forest behind. Could this have been the barrier that split the human and monster race from each other? A bony hand covered in black goop sleeve extends over the shoulder as a finger pointed at something on the bottom of the screen. In front of the magical transparent wall were seven jars, only five contained souls. That was not right there should be six children souls that been collected. Frisk's been the eight child to fall but would have been the seventh to help to complete the ritual. Where did the missing sixth soul go? Dark numbing haziness hummed over the skull as body pulled back a bit. Ghostly transparent hands drifted down in front of him as fingers started to move. "Listen to me carefully. It, not Arial fault with what happens to Papyrus…I need all of you to work together and take human's…" the signing stop as hands quickly evaporated into thin air.
Tiny gray particles brushed against the skull and blue jacket leaving behind a thin layer of dust on the back of short skeleton. The head turned slightly as Sans looked over the shoulder. The bones tensed up at the chilling sight of the gray dust cloud. In the midst of horror, he could make out a silhouette of two tiny creatures glowing in crimson light. A silent scream of anger and sorrow escaped Sans' mouth. For the second time in his life, he had lost his father. The soul felt like it was being ripped into two as tears traveled down the side of the skull. This one monster may have had the key solve all the Underground hardship had been dusted in a blink of an eye. Sans sure that his worlds physical rules didn't apply to Void. No reset was going be able to bring his father back. Without Gaster, Sans was also entity stuck reliving the past memories of his father until the day it consumed every fiber of his soul. Dark blue aura consumed the skeleton as magical bones appeared overhead.
A small slivery flat oval object clasped in the hands of one of the creatures while remains of orange-blue soul dripped from ends of the glowing blade. Only guess it was some kind of knife created from magical determination to kill. Unlike the other one, this one was a darker shade making hard to see districted features. Black liquid poured out its hollow eyes. Where there should be lips was nothingness, but an empty dark space forming a creepy wide smile across the face. The taunting smile twisted into a silent at laugh as fear floating out of lost skeleton as they walked closer to him. The lighter red silhouette creature followed closely next to the darker one. Their head shakes side to side as they retched out grabbing the other one by the arm. Guessing by their simple behavior it was clear crimson lights where Frisk and the demon child. No wondering the universe was still frozen in time. The little brats must have stopped the reset so they could hide somewhere in the darkness binding time to strict for their killing.
Blue magic swirled around a bony hand as the arm was lifting into the air. If the children want to play kill or be killed game then Sans would gladly be the reaper of the story. There was deep fear in the back of the mind, what if one child death caused their universes to end. A world forever frozen and lost in the pitch blackness of the Void. Either way, the death of the children meant that monsters would never have to endure other genocide, ending it all would be blessing and freedom for the skeleton. No more reset, still there was a slim chance of no more….Papyrus…Grillby…Undyne and rest of the Underground. If Sans died in the Void would that mean he would stop existing? It didn't matter anymore. Dyeing as Sans was nice choice than waiting for the day to be gobbled up by Gaster's personally.
Sans waved his hand forward as two sharp bones were summoned and went flying toward the enemy. Out nowhere the attack stop as he felt something pushed lightly against him. Looking down he could see a red outline of Frisk pushing on him backward, close the gap between him and one of the rectangle screens. A bright light shimmed through the skeleton's body causing him to light up like a lampshade. Unknown force tugging on the blue soul, trying to pull him back home. Sans not ready as blue orb burned in the left while he took hold of human child's soul forcing them off. Leaving him wide open as demon child lifting a blade in the air, swung down towards the skeleton's chest. In a swift motion, the bones cover in blue magic stab demon child in shoulders while the knife misses the blue soul few inches. Demon child's blacken smile twisted into a circle as if they were silently crying in pain while looking at the knife wedge in the skeleton's blue winter jacket. A dark crimson hand shook in pain, cutting through the fabric with the knife, making its way to the monster's soul. Sans not going let end here not while the demon was still alive. It was time take the evil child with him. Retching out with both bony hands and grabbing onto the bones pin inside the dark crimson child's shoulders, twisting and turning. The black mouth twisting into inhuman shapes of aching discomfort, black oozy tears stained the skeleton's white shirt. Painful cries echoed inside the skull as the tip of the knife pierced slowly into the San's soul. The mind becoming fuzzy the deeper blade moved forward. Blue and white light flickered from the left eye as skull looked down watching as a bony hand slowly crumbled into gray dust.
Floating out in front of them was Frisk standing in front of a large cracked transparent button. The word on the display was backward but was clear it was the reset button. Crimson hands pushing down on the reset button causing white light behind Sans flared up engulfing them all. The blind skeleton could see nothing as despair soul raced behind the rib cage. The skeleton's anger disappeared as the feeling of fear and lost started to consume him. A small patch of shadows and light danced across blurry orange stone flooring came into view. Sans had no control over the body as he ran past two purple-golden thorns and stain glass windows engraved with Delta Rune. He was not sure where he was, but guessing by the chair it had to be the thorn room in the past before it was turned into a garden of golden flowers after the passing of Prince Asriel. If the room was in this state then it was clear Sans was trapped in another one of his father's vision.
Gaster looked down noticing gray dust on his black boots while walking through a doorway. The pace slowed down to a walk as feet cross a smooth light gray flooring. A bony hand glides across dark brick try stable the rattling bones under the lab coat. The body was tired and drained, but he couldn't go home, not yet. Hint bittiness in the soul as the body stopped in front large archway glaring up at the engraved royal family seal on the top. The monochrome hallway had depressed dusty feeling of death. Would cause any soul to feel uneasy gloominess. The skeleton didn't stay long as body walked thought curved structure into complete darkness. Sans couldn't see a thing in the pitch blackness as Gaster leaned down on his knees. Hands glided across the smooth surfaces of the ground as the body slowly crawled on the ground. Crippling and buzzing noise floating air as skeleton searching came to end. One the knees sink down as ground shake under the body. Green, yellow and purple light beamed in darkness as seven glass container rose from the ground. Inside three containers where brightly glowing human souls.
It was clear now why Sans able to hear the buzzing of tiny insects and why it was so dark. They were standing in front the barrier during nightfall. The chamber room was off limits to everyone except for the King. So why was he father here?
Gaster's hand reached into the lab coat, slowly pulling out a smooth object. The skeleton sighed looking down a tube filled with green liquid in his hand. Inside the liquid was a tiny gray-purple transparent ball sitting at the bottom. "Sweetheart hold on…Daddy just needs to find you more energy" He whispered to dyeing soul holding her out in front of him. Bright purple light shimmering out one large container as purple hearted spine and dance in the glass jar. Unlike other souls, this was only one to react to the little spark as warm happy aura glowed between too purple souls. A bony hand careful placed the tube back into the lab coat as Gaster watched purple human soul press against the glass of it confined. The poor human soul, they had no physical sense, but they seemed senses another soul when present. Gaster carful picked up the jar with human soul, shared the same soul trait as his daughter. Arms wrapped tightly around the jar, before turning around. The body tensed up at an image of a little human girl wearing black bunny hoodie quickly flashed in the mind. Gaster looking over the shoulder at the other two then back at one in his arms. He couldn't leave yet, not when one the human souls could be his other little girl, Alice. Spending days and nights locked in a glass cage like a clipped bird, having their dreams and hopes snuffed out by shellfish creatures. It was heartbreaking. Sadly he couldn't carry all the jars. Sadness and rage burned in the soul as Gaster tighten the hold around the jar in his arms. He could only save one daughter at the moment. What if the purple one was Alice? No, he promised Bel to save both the twins. "I sorry little one…I need your life forces to save my baby girl."
These words left a bitter taste in Gaster's mouth as he took a step forward. Try hard to convince himself Alice had to be the green human soul. She was such a kind little girl that shared thing with others and thought of others before herself. It didn't help to remember how girl's baby blue eyes would glow purple when she used magic to calm other's souls. Maybe it was a side effect of using skeleton blood; Bel's blood to help find a cure for Reaper Kiss. His beloved soulmate, a purple soul of perseverance just like little soul spark struggling to be part of this world, hidden away inside the lab coat pocket at this moment. Never giving up no matter how hard things were in life. "Hold on de…"
"Tra la la…Good afternoon Dr. WD Gaster. It's pleasure to see you again."
A dark cold shadow finger stood in the doorway causing the bones to tense up with a mix of fear and anger. Gaster could never forget the cold gravelly voice of the man, who took part in the murder of his eldest child in cold blood. The skeleton wanted nothing more than to rip the demon's soul out and let that thing watch as he slowly squeezed the dark soul into dust. Dark hatred burned in the eye socket as Gaster watched the murder take few steps towards him, with a yellow gun clasped tightly in hood man's gloved hand. The skeleton carefully adjusted the container in the right arm before extending another handout. "YOU!" he screamed as blue magic swirled around the left hand summoning a bone.
"Charon …Gaster?"
A quiet stillness sent a chill down the bone as both hustle monsters tensed up at the sound of deep gentle voice called out to them. Deep glowing crimson eyes glared at them as huge tall shadow finger stepped into the room. A soft red-orange light beamed from lantern as it was slowly lifted up, casting a light of the flames onto a white furry face of male goat monster. A wave of his free hand, tiny fireballs was summoned, lighting up the space of the room.
The orange-blue soul shivered in anger and fear as Gaster released the hold on his magic bone, letting it disappeared into thin air. The soul deeply wants to take down the hood monster in front of him, but the bones couldn't move an inch.
"Tra la la...My Lord Asgore, shouldn't you be in bed?" Charon step to the side as the right hand pressed horizontally across the abdomen while another arm with the gun hidden behind out of sight. He quickly lowers the torso and head into a respectable bow.
"I couldn't sleep…I want to wish the children goodnight and read them a story." The king smiled half heartily looking at no one, but the skeleton in front of him. A larger white paw stroked the ends of his golden beard as a puzzled expression appeared across the face noticing the container with the purple soul was not with the rest of the children souls. A hint of red anger burned in his eyes as an unbearable sound of clinging armored plates mashed into each other. The mouth twisted back and forward between a frown and slightly opening as if he was contemplating about what to say. A deep sigh final escaped the lips as he slight turning the body towards the wall and placing the lantern on a hook.
"Tra la la…You're too kind my lord" Charon cocked the head to the side, peeking around from behind Asgore. Yellow orbs flickered from pitch backless of the hood as dark aura drifted into the room. A black gloved hand extending out towards skeleton, but quickly retreated back to the hood monster's side.
"I'm sorry King Asgore for the late intrusion. " Gaster quickly bowed, not taking his eyes off Charon. The monster's name seemed familiar, but he couldn't recall from where. The sound of it left sharp cold pain in the chest as if Charon rip the soul out of him at any time. The left handshake while he slipped into the lab coat, careful gripping onto the tube. It was faint, but there was still a pulse of magic coming from purple soul spark. Time was running out for the poor girl. Gaster couldn't leave yet, not after being caught red hand inside the chamber room. It didn't matter what punished befouled him long as his children left unharmed. Papyrus only newborn and required magical nutriments from another skeleton. Sans too young for the task, so whatever happened, Gaster needs to make sure to stay alive for their sake, at whatever the cost? "I want to take look at the barrier." He lied between his teeth sending some magic to soul spark.
"Why are you holding child soul…?" Charon snickered, the lights glowing brightly in the hood. No matter which way the creature turned its head, Gaster couldn't make out any of the monster's features. Could the robe be chanted with some kind ancient magic? The sickly yellow orbs felt like staring at lab coat as skeleton pulled his hand out the pocket. "Sneaking around like a rat during the night…Tra la la"
Everything that was happening was ghostly visions of the past, Sans couldn't help feeling frightened and angry. There was something odd about the hood creature referred to as Charon. The robes he wore were the same ones that present-day Arial wore the first time he met her and the River Person. Did that mean there was a connection between them? Charon appeared to work for the Royal Family and permitted inside the chamber room. If this monster had such high raking, why was he working as a ferryman in the present day Underground?
"I'm sorry for my rudeness…The project I'm working on required a soul…a human soul." Gaster explained.
"Doesn't explain why you couldn't wait until morning to ask me." Asgore sighed, carefully placing a paw on the crown of the skeleton's skull, softly petting Gaster. This only caused the scientist to groan while taking a few steps back tightly holding the container. He hated being treated like a baby bone. In the King's eyes, mostly everyone in the Underground was still children to him and needed to be protected. "I thought Toriel order you take few days from the lab to tend to your sons …I will forgive you for breaking and entering this time…." Furry hands placed on the container, tugging on it lightly try to get the skeleton to let go willingly. "Throwing yourself into your work NOT HEALTHY FOR GRIEVING PROGRESS…" shouting the last part as he final yanking the glass container away from Gaster. " What would Bel think…." deep sadness glossed in the eyes as the goat monster lost train of thought.
Every bone in Gaster's body felt heavy at the mention of his soulmate's name. If was not for his children the skeleton would have laid down days go and waited for death to take him. The king was correct; tossing oneself into work was not the best choice. What he was doing was not work, it foolish hope to save a life. Telling Asgore the full truth would only burden the King. The skeleton still angry and blamed the king for Alice's death. The Royal family was hope and dreams of the Underground, without them the monster race would fall apart. "It couldn't wait for your Majesty. The first body I created failed and second one not far behind."
In flash Charon appeared in front Gaster, grabbing hold the bony hands. Gaster tried to pull away, but the monster much too stronger for him. The hooded creatures head tile to side in puzzlement as smooth gloved fingers glide across the edge of the hole carved out of the palm of Gaster's hands. Deep chuckle echo inside the hood causing the skeleton rattle in fright. "Tra la la…My lord he telling the truth." Charon said letting go of one of the skeleton hand before lightly patted outside of lab pocket that contended the soul spark.
The light wide in Gaster's eye sockets as Charon moved slightly to the side as he holds up one Gaster's hand out in front of them. Pure horror washed over goat monster face at the sight hole craved in the bony hand. Over the last three years, Gaster had been careful to hide left hand in the coat pocket, behind the back or wore gloves. Anything that would keep it out of sight. This night it had slipped his mind after discovering the tiny soul spark lost a lot of her magic and having trouble simulating with the human-skeleton embryo. All he could think about finding a soul and stealing its life force. Only a demon would take it from living. Stealing from one the fallen children seemed to be the best choices. After death, the human soul should have disappeared, but instead, the monsters chained them to the world of the living inside containers he made long ago to persevere the souls. Gaster had convicted himself that taking from the human child's soul would free them from their imprisonment.
Asgore retched out and cupped the bony hands. Greenlight swirled around the paws. The crimson eyes lowered in disappointment as he slowly opened find no change to Gaster's hands. Sadly healing magic could only fix wounds. Not even best-skilled healers could restore body part have been carved out, destroy completely. This didn't stop the King as he tries again only end up with the same results. "Alright Gaster, you can…" Pausing for a moment as the head turned towards Charon. The hood monster slight node his head, before the king returned his attention back to the skeleton. "Have the soul… I never want the experiment to leave the laboratory and it exists to get out to the public. You are not to speak a word of the project, not even to your sons or the rest of the royal family. I want detail report every week." He demands in a hushed voice with sadness in the eyes. "If something should happen to the purple soul before the last human falls, I will hold your family responsible."
"I'm sure the doctors wouldn't dare fail you, my lord…" Charon snickered hold out container with the purple heart for Gaster to take. "Tra la la. Remember to take a break, every-so-often dear doctor..."
Gaster slightly nods the head in agreement as he tightly wrapped his arms around the container. The chamber room disappears as orange-blue lights surround skeleton, transporting him to the room where Subjected One had been created. It was rude not bow or show gratitude for the gift, but he couldn't take a chance of either of them taking back the offer. There was something off-putting about Charon he didn't like. That creature had touched his pocket with….A hand quickly slipped into the lab coat as he pulled out the tube. The spark soul not giving off any glow, it was just a gray ball lying on the bottom of the glass tube. She was dying.
Gaster slowly walked as the sound of glass crunched under his boots. Sans was not sure how many days it had been from the last vision of the secret laboratory. It seemed like his father hadn't really cleaned up after the loss of his soulmate. On the desk was still a computer monitor with the broken screen now surrounded by the empty bottles with their labels plead off. On the floor, were labels spelling out the names of fire whiskey and bloody mary. Sans laughed at the depressing messy sight. Like father, like son. All it was missing was dirty old socks and they would be a perfect match.
Gaster carefully places the tube on the desk before taking a seat in the computer chair, placing the container between his legs. A hand reached out and picking up a rectangle box, popping the top open, and pulling out a cigarette. The skeleton took a few puffs of the cigarette watching the human child soul spin around in the circle inside the container. The drug left bitterness on the ecto tongue but sent vibes of pleasure to the orange-blue soul. Unlike alcohol that made the mind feel good and fuzzy, nicotine only left a calm effect on the soul. Skeletons didn't have lungs so there was no danger in getting cancer. It helps to clear the mind of some anxiety leering around as Gaster tries to figure out what do. The agreement he made was not to harm the human soul. This meant that Gaster couldn't take the life force. Without it, his daughter could die. There was no telling what would happen if he disobeyed the King.
During the war, Asgore had taken countless lives but never harmed a child with his own hands. The King could take the title of Royal Scientist away and brand the skeleton family as an enemy to the Underground. No one would hire traitors and it would be difficult to save up money for the children's college. Death didn't truly scare him, he had a long life. It was banned his children that worried him. There was no telling what the monster, Charon would do to Sans and Papyrus.
He carefully opened the lid on the container. Fusion between the two souls was the only option now. There were legends of human and monster souls becoming one, but it was only stories. It was a risk that Gaster was willing to take. His arm shook like crazy while gripping tightly around the tube but careful not to drop it as the green liquid with a tiny soul poured into the larger container. Skeleton souls were so tiny and weak; the human soul could easily dust in a flash. The human soul did no such thing as it floated around sparking a few times, before tapping against little one lightly. The purple light flicked from the speck, but it quickly died down. Again the heart taped the soul. Nothing happened. It almost seemed like the human soul was worried, nuzzling next to the tiny soul for comfort. Gaster sighed as he turned both souls blue and pushed them into each other. Forcing a fusion was not right, but there was no time to wait for the young souls to figure it out on their own. Painful aura filled, a white-purple agonizing light flashed from inside the container. Blue soul ached in pain as Sans watched, the purple souls struggled to stay apart as two separate beings. It was useless as the speck was adsorbed inside the purple heart creating a perfect human-monster soul, weeping in sorrow.