"Date, May 21st 1XXX
Beginning experimental processes." The dark man stood tall in the camera's view, arms folded neatly behind his back. Eye sockets glowing. "Due to the lack of volunteers, I had to….commandeer one" he grimaced. He moved slightly to the side, letting the camera's focus drift onto a figure latched tightly to the table. "Name of subject: Sans."
Alphys held onto her knees, watching the footage with wide eyes. She glanced over at Sans, who simply shrugged. Not much help. The Log Data was found in one of the abandoned cabinets, along with many other tapes. Sans showed her this one.
The man- Gaster, Alphys assumed, stood in the center of view again. "Beginning magic-enhancing experiment." With that he gave a sight sigh, the corners of his mouth tilting downward as he held up a saw. He flicked it on with a twitch of his fingers-
Sans fast-forward the tape. Alphys burned with questions, feeling like for every one Sans answered, three more showed up to take its place. But she had to respect his decision here. This clearly had a deep impact on Sans she didn't quite grasp. She got that he's been through some….unseemly things.
The short skeleton sat back again, letting the tape play. The current angle was once again, on Gaster. The lights were dim. His face seemed….charred?
"June 2nd, 1XXX
Sans is finally making sense again." He cringed "Er…He's not too happy." He suddenly coughed into his fist and straightened up, clearly trying to regain composure. He'd be cute if he hadn't clearly just sawed someone open "Subject went through the post-experiment routine, none the less. Results exceed expectations." He picked up a list and scanned it, reading it out loud "Blue Magic: Enhanced. Speed: Enhanced to the point he might not even be moving-" Sans fast forward the tape again. Not as long this time. Still, Alphys couldn't help but be a bit annoyed. She eyed him.
"So you went through this and ended up with one hp?" she asked.
Sans cringed, much like how Gaster did on the tape "er. yeah."
Alphys fidgeted. She wanted to see more, her damned curiosity threatening to cloud her common sense/courtesy. Gently, she put a claw on Sans's shoulder. "You don't have to show me this. Just the parts that may have to do with your soul." She smiled weakly "I put together who Gaster is."
Sans chuckled a bit "eh. this seems easier than explaining. here we go."
Gaster looked scared. His eye sockets were wide, his mouth turned downward.
"Er- August 15th-" Something exploded behind him, causing him to duck "S-something's wrong. Sans is wrong-"
A white whip crashed through the wall, sending debris showering all over the place. Gaster took a wild step back and threw up a bone-wall in defense. The whip cracked through them and several other followed suit.
Gaster struggled "Er- Sans seemed to have slipped down the stairs. Apparently the subject had ended up with one HP- WAH!" He ducked and threw up another bone-wall "And- er- Died. He seems to have gained the ability to simply…" he chuckled despite himself, sweat slicking down his face "Pull himself together-" Sans chuckled too, also despite himself. The corners of his mouth turned down as he watched, his eyes going dark. "After stitching his soul back- WAH!" he jumped backed as the threads lashed where he was just moments ago. A swift movement of his hands brought an odd floating skull of sorts. It opened its mouth, Gaster's eyes glowing blue and orange. A light grew in the skull's mouth but then suddenly stopped. His lowered his hand, tearing up. He turned and looked at the camera and smiled sadly. "Sorry I did this to you. Don't….Don't feel too bad. Alright?"
Sans turned the TV off. He sighed and put his hands back into his pockets. Alphys frowned.
"So Gaster did that to you." She summarized, tip-toeing around all the other questions she wanted answers to. "Some sort of experiment, apparently. Er… He used a bone attack."
Sans shrugged "yeah…gaster was a skeleton. like me and papyrus."
"Was-" Alphys cut herself off. She frowned. "Sans-"
"he's gone." Sans said. "i cut it off before you can see, but he's gone."
Alphys fidgeted "…N-no one asked where he went?"
"no one remembers him."
Her eyes widened "What- How d-does that even h-happen? How does no one remember him?"
Sans shrugged. "i accidentally kind of erased him from reality."
Alphys just stared at him a long moment. Sans fidgeted.
"so… anyway… uh…yeah. i can look for his research notes if that'd help." He offered. Alphys nodded with a slight frown.
"Sans, the lab on the screen… it's not the one we're in now."
"nope." Sans shrugged. "this room is pretty much just the garage." Alphys fidgeted, playing with her claws. She wanted to ask, but maybe it was no place of her's? But she was so, so curious….
"Where is it?" she blurted the question out before she could stop herself. Sans didn't seem phased.
"there's some locked doors in the True Lab, right?" he said "have you ever been in them-"
"YOU KN-KNOW ABOUT T-T-THE TRUE L-LAB!?" Alphys shrieked, biting her claws. Sans blinked and then sighed.
"yeah. i know about the True Lab. i know about the amalgamates too."
Alphys didn't know what to do. She didn't know what to say, what to think-
"dogandgy wishes you'd play with them more." Sans commented nonchalantly. "but they say they're fine with me" he winked "throwing them a bone."
Aphys yelped, tears pricking at her eyes as she yelled:
"SANS STOP UNDER-REACTING TO EVERYTHING!"
"k."
"YOU JUST DID IT AGAIN!"
"yep."
A/N
So is this chapter plot-heavy or not too plot heavy? I can't tell. (Also managed to update on time again! Yay!)
TimeTurnerJasmy- Really? Too soon? Huh. Oh well. Also I did do the thing with Mettaton. Because it was funny. X3
TheDeuctionist- Your enthusiasm for my fanfiction fills me with DETERMINATION.
Ilovecartoonsgirl- I feel like that sums Mettaton up. He's hilarious and insensitive. I think the only exceptions to that are Napstablook and Alphys.
Frisk Dreemur- Spelunking. Your turn!
Comickatsu- Your love for puns fills me with DETERMINATION
StarStreakedSky- Curses. You've seen through the facade.
Tra La La, Sans's indifference fills Alphys with FRUSTRATION.