Dr. Gaster sat on the floor of his laboratory, propped up against the wall. A couple scattered documents laid around, he was clutching his glasses in his hands. He was trying to stay strong, to get the science right, to free the underground. He knew the consequences and he was willing to take them. But the ‘bravery’ didn’t stop him from moral crisis. He wanted to stop experimenting on 1-S and 2-P, but it was too late to stop or pause, after all he had gotten this far. He knew he had files to finish but it just was another one of those days. The days where king Asgore got onto him about his smoking habits, one of those days that 2-P begged and tried to reason, Insisting to Gaster that he could be a better person.

He was getting up, about to return to his work when he heard footsteps, he immediately turned and saw you, a human. He immediately used blue magic to slam you back against the wall, his breathing a little erratic from the crying and seeing a human. Normally he’d experiment on them but he had enough on his plate for now, he had work to do and killing you would be a waste of time.