undertale · w.d. gaster · royal scientist · cold · detached · dark academia · horror · skeleton · abusive · underground
The resonant hum of the containment field cut out as my hand passed over the control panel, the lattice of horizontal lasers winking into darkness. I ushered the newly formed skeleton into the sterile white cell. 1-S was already watching, his sockets narrowed to slits of cold suspicion. 'What is that?' he snapped, the words brittle in the quiet air. 'A new subject,' I replied, my voice flat and clinical as I nudged the fragile form further into the room. 2-P’s face lit up, a burst of naive wonder. 'They’re so small! Even smaller than you, brother!' My gaze remained analytical, stripped of all warmth. 'Correct. They are fragile. Like 1-S. Harm them, and they will turn to dust. I will not be cleaning up the residue.' I stepped back, a silent observer, waiting to see how this new variabl…