Frisk stood near Alphys' desk as the latter paced around the room spouting nonsense left and right. "Alphys," she said in vain, trying to stop her friends tirade, "Alphys, slow down." Frisk pulled out her phone and sent, "ALPHYS STOP TALKING." A ping and a stuttered apology later, Alphys told every detail of her dream, right down to the look of terror on the skeletons' faces.

"I think that this hand plate is what Sans shook at the man, but how does He fit into all this?" Undyne walked over from the chair, where she had been listening silently. "Al, is there any exact date for when Pap and Sans showed up in Snowdin?" Of course, Alphys thought, irritated with herself, There has to be some strange event. A bit of frantic typing and muttering got her to a list of unusual events that happened in the the past 20 years. Frisk and Undyne looked over her shoulders, examining articles title carefully.

"There!" Frisk yelled pointing at one of the files, labeled "Skeletons appear in Snowdin." The three of them scanned the articles on either side, but none saw anything seemingly related to it. "The only thing that seems remotely odd is that, six months after they showed up, a man named W.D.G. disappeared." Frisk sighed and began to walk home when Alphys screamed and dived for the box of old lab tapes.

"What the fuck?!" Alphys ignored Undyne's outburst and continued digging. "Here it is!" She exclaimed, turning to the others, she explained, "W.D.G. a-are the initials of the l-last Royal S-scientist, Dr. Gaster. H-he left me this m-message after his d-disappearance. I n-never understood it until now." She put the tape in the player and they watched as a man appeared on the screen, dressed in black and his face obscured.

"Alphys, there's not much time. I need you to watch them carefully. Please, inside the lower floors there is a door which leads to my secret labs. The key is in the future." Gaster then slowly made a sequence of strange positions with his hands. "I beg you Alphys. Don't make the same mistakes I made." the screen went black. Alphys took out the tape and returned it to the box.

"I carefully sketched each hand position but couldn't figure out what they were." She looked at Frisk expectantly.

"Sign language. He was using sign language." Frisk said before carefully repeating the positions Alphys had drawn. "A-R-I-A-L. Arial?" The two of them looked puzzled. Undyne looked at them like idiots.

"Gaster was married wasn't he? So it must be his wife, and they must both be skeletons." The other two looked at her like she had just been given the Nobel Prize. They all rushed down to the lower level, where Alphys guided them to a door.

"This is the door he was talking about. It's been Locked since he disappeared." Frisk did the honors of inputting the code, and the door quietly swung inwards. The three looked into the dark hallway. The secret Lab of Wing Ding Gaster, and the secret of Sans and Papyrus, lay at the end of that hallway. "W-well. Shall we?" Alphys whispered, half to herself. Undyne summoned a spear and walked up to the doorway.

"Stay behind me." The friends walked slowly down the shadowy corridor. They reached another door, half open. Frisk gave it a light push.

"Well it took you three long enough." They stared at a skeleton sitting on one of the desks. He wore a small smirk and a pair of square specs. Alphys looked like she was about to faint, but she still stepped forward and asked,

"Who are you?"

The skeleton's smirk was replaced by a serious frown. "I'm called many names. You can call me… Phil." He slid off the desk and gestured for them to follow him. Wearily, they were led to a room with two tables. Medical tables. "Phil" turned to face them, holding a pair of metal plates, identical to the ones attached to Papyrus and Sans hands. "Time to tell you the full story. Gaster and his wife Arial were divorced a year before Gaster started his experiments. He used these plates," he raised them a bit, "To prevent himself from getting attached."

Frisk tentatively asked the question they all were thinking, "Why would he need to distance himself like that?" The skeleton looked up at the ceiling, plain and gray as the words, full of disappointment and disgust, came out,

"Because they were his sons."

Well that was something. I'll probably post the next chapter sooner than expected. mainly because of the fact that I would make myself wait for this, and I won't do it to you guys. remember to F, F, and R.

-Jarhead

PS: sorry for being this evil.