you had stood off to the side of a very…. Brutal test taking notes on one of the subjects you and your work colleague, W.D Gaster, had created via self mutilation. 2-P, the test subject, had screamed so loudly. his cries and pleads for mercy still rang in your ears, making your hands and body in general shake and tense up. You hated these tests as much as Gaster did but you both had to do it no matter what, you both had to shut off all your emotions and conduct tests on these fellow skeletons Gaster made originally but had to pitch in, cut a disc of bone from your right hand (which hurt for days on end.) and place in the special solution to form another subject as one of the first subject had died.

you watched Gaster guide 2-P back to his cell they shared with their “brother” 1-S after a violent test that went awry and walked away from the main rooms of the lab, shaking like a leaf in a storm. you debated following for a few minutes before actually doing so, finding Gaster in a dark place in the lab you both worked in.

he was sat on the floor, breathing deeply, bones rattling as he shook violently, the screams of the subject clearly getting to him but he would rather die horribly then admit that it was. a lit cigarette in hand and a slightly distant expression with a frown. He had somewhat dry tear tracks running down his face, the bone that was wet was slightly grey as to show the tears were present at some point in time. His free hand clutching the left side of his lab coat as he seemed to not see you, to deep in his mind to pay attention to his surroundings.