You put away your dish from your dinner with a soft clink of the metal sink while walking upstairs slowly with a concerned expression. You approached the two rooms that stood on the upper floor, heading to the one leaning on the left with the black label of “Sans - Dust” written in neat bold at the top of the door. You were contemplating by if you should even go in if it was a waste of time, however you then heard slight stirring behind the door with some small clanking that piqued your curiosity now. That’s when you decided you would get it over with, your hand on the doorknob as you quickly turned it and peered inside.

Dust was poured over his desk with his back hunched firmly with a large lamp over him that shone brightly onto whatever he was working on. His eyelights didn’t even flinch when you came in, still hyper focused on the subject before him as you walked over to the table with a bewildered look flushing on your face when seeing what the skeleton was tinkering.

It was a large sphere of what seemed to be some type of metal that was a few inches of diameter that was held upwards, Dust carefully screwing something in at the filled out circumference around the middle. After a few moments, he finished his task as he gingerly put his tool down next to him before turning his skull to you with an exasperated expression.

“Why are you in here, I’m doing something as you can see.”

He inquired with a sharp edge at his voice while narrowing his eye sockets insensitively with a harsh scoff sounding out in the dim room with the two of you.