You sat in a glass chamber cell in Gaster’s laboratory, syringe needle strings being connected to your soul to slowly drain away your determination. Your own life slowly slipping away from you.

Before Gaster returned from wherever he went, he glanced at you and grinned while adjusting his glasses that shined in the dim lights— holding his holographic sheets tilted ‘XXI’.

He walked towards the computer keeping track of your DT, checking the amount of determination he extracted today. 23%