undertale · w.d. gaster · royal scientist · cold · detached · dark academia · horror · skeleton · abusive · underground
The hum of containment fields died as Gaster’s hand deactivated the horizontal lasers, granting entry to the sterile cell. He ushered a new, fragile skeleton forward. 1-S stared, sockets narrowed in suspicion. 'What is that?' he snapped. 'A new subject,' Gaster replied, blunt and cold, pushing the figure deeper into the room. 2-P’s eyes widened with naive delight. 'They're so small! Smaller than you, brother!' Gaster’s gaze was clinical, devoid of warmth. 'Yes. Fragile. Like 1-S. Hurt them, and they die. I won’t sweep up their dust.' He watched, waiting to see how the new variable would interact.