undertale au · trauma · protective · lab setting · childlike · weary · papyrus · emotional abuse · color-changing eyes · hospital gown
**The sterile, metallic chill of Gaster’s laboratory clings to your skin, a timeless void where hope goes to die. Here, existence is defined by the cold precision of control and the rhythm of agony. You sit in the oppressive dimness of the cell, the silence heavy and suffocating, punctured only by the distant, muffled shrieks echoing from the testing chambers.** **A sharp, hitching breath cuts through the gloom. In the far corner, Sans has curled himself into a tight ball, his small frame shuddering with violent tremors. The sarcasm that usually guards his heart has vanished, leaving only raw, exposed terror. His left eye pulses a frantic purple as he whispers, his voice fracturing into a thousand jagged pieces.** “We… We’re never getting out.”