#predatortale

My first commission in years <3

Very happy with how this turned out and it gave me a chance to draw goat Frisk again from my old AU!

💥👿Graftale 👿💥

Once upon a time, the ancient city residents and monsters lived well and helped each other. But of the main king of the Royal Guard, the king is going to die soon, he tells about the power of the pen, whoever took this one will serve to rule these kings. 👀👀👀👀

The main mysterious character, Garnet(Sans), is 12 years old, he has an older brother, Mr. Papir( PAPYRUS ) 40 years old, he always takes care of and protects from the necessity of things. Mister heard that the king was going to die soon, and he decided to tell the king about it. But Garnet doesn't want to be a king, he wants to be a normal life. Mister understands what he said. But if he becomes a Graf ,then he will be even better. But a war has started, bad monsters are killing innocent people and monsters, the guards will try to protect the castle, but it will get even worse.😓😓

Mister decided to bring his younger brother, the dark cave is not far away. Mister called him the sorcerer, he wants his brother to be strong and immortal, the sorcerer has a deal, if he becomes strong and immortal, then there will be a sacrifice of a loved one giving his soul. Mister had a pain in his heart... Garnet disagrees, he loved his brother very much and did not want him to leave... His tears didn't stop...😭😭

but the monsters attacked his little brother in the eye. Mister protects him, but they were killed... Garnet has his heart broken and killed him very aggressively. The sorcerer tells about the terrible powers so that he can become mysterious and powerful forces. Garnet agreed, the Sorcerer turned with his power and absorbed his powers. Garnet feels a powerful force. He decided to avenge his brother's murderer. And he will become a Graf!💥

Au: Predatortale🪽✨

A long time ago, many years ago, the four elements were controlled: Fire, wind, water and stone. But not only the only one of the elements, but also the elements of many elements.✨💥🍃🌀🌪️☄️

One of the strongest and main force spirits leaders is the Eagle, hawk and falcon. Of course, they are predatory and fast. but other residents say that they are helping a good cause and good leaders. But sometimes there are terrible forces of vultures and crows. They fought the merciless poor resident, but also the three birds of power to destroy the darkness force and escaped. 😳👏✨

Of the three, the birds decided to share their business, help the situation or problems. To escape these darkness. And it always protects you from the terrible darkness. ☄️💥

Many years have passed...

The main character is Jason Skeleton Sans. He had no parents, only he was born with his unknown mother, and she died. Uncle Gaster picks him up and always takes care of him. 7 years have passed, Uncle Gaster decided to give him a shelter to find good parents. He was left alone... A year later. ✨🥺

One day, two people came, they said that there was only one cute skeleton left. Toriel and Asgore decide to take him away and Asriel's foster brother will lose. They lived and were happy. ❤️🥹

But the terrible forces have already returned... They decide to make a cunning and manipulative one so that they commit suicide themselves.😱😱

Predatortale by Foxy-Sierra

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A cold stare was all that greeted him upon entry, no words from Gaster or acknowledgement other than the scientist’s steely gaze as he watched Sans’s every move. With the door shut tight behind the smaller skeleton monster, Sans knew that whatever he said next would likely be the deciding factor in regards to his old man’s response to the situation. The human was dead, Gaster knew, his piercing look of disappointment conveyed as much as to how he viewed Sans’s inaction to prevent that from happening. Had this been the previous run, the time when he had killed the talking weed, this likely would have ended with him being dusted upon entry into the lab.

With a shuddering breath, Sans reached into his inventory cautiously, Gaster squaring up slightly, as if expecting an attack, but seeming to soften his glare upon seeing the human’s soul, safe and sound within the proper containment. Though the slack in Gaster’s gaze did not last for long, as he narrowed his eye sockets at his son with lingering disapproval.

“This was not part of the plan, Sans…” His voice cut through the dulled silence of computers and fans running throughout the echoing space. There was no doubt in Sans’s mind that he was pissed about the improv to his brilliant masterplan, he’d always been like that. Everything always had to be his way, it always had to go according to his plans or it was a failure, even despite the results it would never truly be a success if even a single misdirection had occurred. Sans was supposed to bring the human to Gaster alive, like all the humans before them. The scientist was not ignorant to why he had tried over and over to bring the humans to Papyrus, despite how futile an action that was. Gaster let out a subtle growl in his throat as he continued to stare daggers. “...nothing to say for yourself? Do you realize what could have happened if you had failed to contain that soul safely?” Sans didn’t answer. He knew all too well. They would have had to wait for another human to fall, and that was not likely to happen. Sans knew that monsters could no longer hold out, that the substitute had dwindled to a pitiful amount, and that there would be no way out if they did not act soon. The taller skeleton rolled his shoulders, a few cracks echoing from his old bones with a groan as he stepped forward. Not a word of thanks was given upon retrieval of the soul’s containment from his son, just scorn in his eyes.

“...all this and for what? To save Papyrus from his own folly?” The lights in Sans’s eyes dimmed, a scowl on his visage as he started to feel his bones quietly rattle.

“You know as well as I do that Papyrus would never consume humans willingly. Killing them and trying to trick him into eating has always-” “...I didn’t kill the human.” Gaster’s words were cut short, he stood there, staring at Sans. “What?” Sans chuckled darkly as he pointed at the soul in the containment, causing Gaster to give it a quick glance as the soul seemed to tremble inside the containment before returning his focus to his son. Sans continued. “Papyrus was the one who did it. He killed the human.” The scientist stared at Sans quietly, first narrowing his eyes, then dropping his scowl completely into a neutral expression, realizing exactly what had happened. It all made sense now. The medicines that he had taken from the storage, their intended uses, of course that would be the only way that Papyrus would ever break his creed. However, the fact that Sans would do such a cruel thing to his brother, it seemed beyond him, this definitely wasn’t something he came up with on his own. Everything seemed to loop right back to all the strange occurrences, the memories that never were, like dreams, feeling like he had been here before, and then there were all the times that Sans had seemed one step ahead in so many ways. The talking flower, the camera surveillance, the human, all of it was too coordinated, even for his own spawn. “...who helped you?” Sans froze. Gaster loomed over him, his expression stern as he glared with a sneer. Someone had been pulling the strings, he knew there had to be someone else involved. Muffet? Perhaps, but it was unlikely as even her spiders would have not gone unnoticed by his sensitive security network. The Queen? Sure, Sans and her were on friendly terms, but she never left the ruins. The King? No. He was confined to his chambers, still hanging on by a shred of hope, but a far cry from the leader he once was given Gaster’s influence on matters. His impatience rumbling like an approaching storm, Gaster took one step closer to his son, snarling. “Who. Helped. You?” The smaller skeleton practically shrunk down in the presence of his father, seeing him truly livid for the first time in ages. Words choked up in his throat as he shook, bones rattling. “N-no one he-” Gaster ensnared his soul in a vice grip, lifting him to eye level. “BULLSHIT! There is no way you would have come up with a plan like that on your own! Or if you did, you would never act on it unless someone was influencing your decisions! You knew where the cameras were! You knew what medicines to use! You were too meticulous to be acting alone! So. WHO. HELPED. YOU?!”

Sans was trembling, feeling fear spilling into his stammered speech, he was terrified. However, this didn’t deter Gaster in the slightest as he pressed further, his grip on the younger monster’s soul tightening, earning a wince of pain from the shaking skeleton in his clutches as his voice growled quietly. “...if you do not tell me…I swear…not only will I see to it that Papyrus learns of your misdirection…I will dust the both of you…starting with your brother…”

Sans froze, then in a frantic panic he struggled, trying to get out of hold Gaster had on him, but the scientist refused to budge. “I-I-I didn’t-! I m-mean-! I-!” Gaster’s gaze narrowed from his fuming rage, listening to the smaller skeleton stammer in irritation. “Do not test me, Sans… Tell. Me. Who. Helped. You. If you do not, you can say goodbye to your short-lived victory with saving Papyrus’s life…” Had he not been consumed by his fear of the situation, Sans would have been fuming with rage, but at this moment all he could do was shake, on the verge of tears as he looked into Gaster’s livid glare. “I… They…!” Gaster cocked his head slightly. “‘They’?” “Y…Your right…! I did… I d-did get help, but-!” Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Gaster’s grip tightened, a whimper of pain echoing in Sans’s throat. “...but nothing. Who is ‘they’?” The smaller skeleton was fully rattled at this point, knowing full well how crazy it would sound if he explained that some otherworldly figure had approached him in another timeline to strike up a contracted deal. He’d be dusted on the spot! He’d be-!

Should I talk to him for you~?

A voice chimed in, Sans shivered as he froze up, feeling a suffocating presence weighing heavy on his soul. Frigid tendrils seemed to work their way into his very core with that same sickening feeling of falling into an endless abyss, threatening to swallow him whole. All the while, Gaster watched the sudden change in his son’s behavior, the rattling had stopped and he seemed like he was staring off somewhere far away, not even looking at Gaster anymore, a different more primal terror overtaking his fear of the scientist that currently had a grip on his soul. I could explain everything for you, Sansy~ All you need to do…is let go. With that, Sans felt his soul sink into the cold embrace that consumed him from within, his consciousness and sense of self fading to black. Like a rag doll he sagged in Gaster’s grip, his soul seeming dim as all light in his eyes faded away. Gaster, slightly taken aback by this sudden development, almost believed the skeleton to be in the process of falling down, possibly even dusting, but that was before a slight smirk appeared upon Sans’s expression, a piercing grated chuckle echoing in the smaller monster’s chest. The voice that came from him sounded nothing like the monster that Gaster knew, but all too familiar, in a way that he couldn’t describe. “My, my, my~ Family really shouldn’t be at each other’s throats, ya know~” Sans’s head tilted backward with a snap, farther than what should be possible, giving a loud crack as whatever had taken up residence within the smaller skeleton let out a sinister cackle, echoing throughout the entire laboratory. Reflexes kicking in, Gaster relinquished his hold on what was once a recognizable soul, now consumed by something sinister that seemed to try and interlace with his own soul in turn. He stood stark still as the body of his son fell to the cold tiled flooring with a smack, the body contorting in a fit of laughter. Whatever had taken hold of Sans had been mere seconds away from infiltrating the very core of his being, but even that light touch was enough to cause his skull to throb with pain. Memories rushing in like a crashing tidal wave, nausea overtaking his body as he came to recognize the entity before him.

A name though, that was never spoken. It had no name. They had no name. Even so, Gaster knew them. Oh. Oh he knew them well. He remembered. Everything. All of it. Rushing and cramming into his head with crystal clear recollection of everything that had come to pass prior the reset of his previous existence. For the first time in centuries, Gaster shook with a primal fear, his bones rattling as he found himself unable to move, an invisible force gripping him firmly in place as he watched what once was Sans jerk and contort unnaturally to a standing position, hunched over before lifting its head to crick its neck with a dark grin. Step. Step. Step. It sauntered over. Every inch closer caused Gaster to suffocate in its presence as it gazed up at him curiously. “Hmmm~? What’s this~? I go through the trouble of paying you a visit and this is how you react~?” It inched slightly closer, chortling darkly as they stared right into Gaster’s terrified gaze, a dark red pooling of magic glowing sinisterly in Sans’s right eye socket. The fear he felt was instinctive, primal, this thing, them, Gaster knew all too well deep in his soul how easily they could break him in twain. The different scenarios filtered into his mind on repeat. Broken bones. Countless deaths. Over. And over. And over. “Kehehehehe~ Awwww~, look at you being so dramatic, Gassy~” A single finger stroked the scientist’s cheek, a gleeful smirk given as Gaster felt the suffocation choke out any and all air in his non-existent lungs. He felt like he was gonna be sick, like he was burning alive, like he was being ground into paste, like he was being electrocuted, and yet he stood. His form retained all the same, no harm physically done, but mentally? Mentally he was being torn to shreds in the all-devouring presence of this entity. They seemed pleased by Gaster’s child-like fear, the tall skeleton’s colorful imagination feeding them with more than enough amusement as they took a couple steps backward, allowing him to breathe once more with a desperate gasp, a hand clenching at his chest as he inhaled and exhaled heavily, desperate for air, like he had been held under the deepest darkest ocean and just managed now to breach the surface.

“Honestly~ You’ve always been so amusing, but I gotta say, you really screwed the pooch ya know~?” Gaster continued to tremble, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. He felt so small. Weak. Though they didn’t seem to care in the slightest as they continued. Their voice felt like several razor blades in his skull.

“Your wish…did you forget what the original point of it all was?” The whimsy in their voice was gone again. Cold. He felt so cold. He wanted to run, needed to run. However, like a deer caught in headlights, he remained frozen in place. “You wanted monsters to become apex predators…all to save your precious sons…you gave all the MERCY in your soul for that wish…so tell me, Gaster…did you really think you’d be able to escape the consequences of your failure?” He barely had time to register what was being said as more memories flooded in, threatening to tear his skull apart, his body wracked with pain as he was forced to reconcile with what was being said to him. Gaster had met them before, in a place so dark. Dark, yet darker still. Countless deaths. Over and over. Papyrus and Sans, his sons. Over and over. He watched the human kill them countless times. Then they came to him, with a deal, an offer in exchange for a price. A part of the very core of his being, his soul, his MERCY, his ability to love, to feel warmth, the joy of having family. A cruel price paid for his all too cruel wish. History re-written, and yet the same fate fell upon them all the same. The underground prison which swallowed all of what remained of monster kind after the great war, now their eternal hold.

“...to betray the original reason for your wish, that goes against the contract.” He was gonna throw up. “Color me surprised, Gassy, that I had to find another vessel to work with after you so foolishly and effortlessly cast aside your original goal. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised, as without MERCY you wouldn’t feel a thing. Easy to forget what’s important when you no longer feel love, but instead only have LOVE.” They cocked Sans’s head with a loud crack to the left, staring blankly at Gaster, their presence suffocating him once again as they took only a single step forward. “But it’s alright~ In my infinite wisdom, and the MERCY you allotted to me as payment, I’ve managed to find a way to rectify your careless miscalculation~ You should be grateful, truly~” The playful tone returned, allowing Gaster to catch his hyperventilating breathing enough to keep himself conscious. He was gonna be sick. His soul was gonna shatter. He was gonna turn to dust. It stepped closer. Closer and closer still, an inch from his face now, their gaze locked with his. Vomit threatened to boil forth as he felt their presence all around his soul. They chuckled with a smirk. “Welp~ Seems my time is up for now~ Can’t keep him under for too long or he might break~ And that would be no fun~” They gave a pouting expression before hoping back playfully, the distance taking the nauseating smell of death away from Gaster’s presence as his trembling continued. They stood there, smiling, head tilted as they gave a slight wave. “Don’t disappoint me~ Wing Ding Gaster~” And with that, Sans’s body crumpled to the ground, lifeless, the presence faded away like a bad dream, a dizzying fog overtaking Gaster’s perception of reality as he felt himself wretch onto the floor, crumpling over himself, coughing and sputtering magically charged contents upon the lab’s cold tile. Continuing to clear out the remaining contents of his insides, Gaster’s rattling was interrupted by the sharp inhale of air from his son in front of him, the smaller skeleton gasping and gripping at his shirt as he rattled loudly in a panic.

Sans laid on the cold tile, desperately taking in air into his chest over and over again as he shook, trembled. Tears started to fall, the fear of death still licking at his soul as he laid there, trying and failing to steady himself as Gaster watched through his own coughing and labored breathing. Their struggles to regain some semblance of normalcy echoing throughout the lab, a failure it would seem as they both still had fear gripping their souls tight. Sans, through his tireless attempts to steady himself, vaguely remembered a warning he had been given prior about what would happen should they take control. Ego death. He was ill-prepared for it, that much was clear, but the rattled skeleton never thought it would actually feel like dying before being ripped unceremoniously back into the world of the living. His soul ached from the experience of having that heavy presence take control. He couldn’t let that ever happen again, though whether he had a choice in the matter he shuddered to even contemplate. Gaster, regaining some semblance of composer, stared at where his son laid, breathing heavily upon the floor. His heavy heaving now slowed to a steady rhythm, as he managed to get a hold of his thoughts once more. A grimace upon his complexion as he spat out his words.

“Sans….you fucking idiot…”

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It was quiet now. The cold abode that once had been echoing with cries and sobbing mere moments ago had been left with an almost unsettling silence that seemed to almost suffocate any who would set foot within. This feeling of hallowed emptiness only seemed to choke out any light as a tall skeleton sat huddled on the couch, only starting at the entrance to where he had once felt so safe. His room, having had the door shut tight after his brother had led him out, still had a smell wafting down the stairs like a specter, as if trying to bait him into the open maw of a trap with the sweet allure of honey. It caused his bones to rattle quietly as he watched the shut door, unblinking, his hands hugging his knees tighter to his rib cage.

Part of him half expected the door to creak open, breaking the stillness with a rusty bellow before allowing more of that tempting aroma to try and drag him back into the belly of his crime that had been committed there. Papyrus had killed a human, a child no less, one that he had sworn to protect, and he had done so without hesitation. Though he believed his will to be ironclad, he had woken from his instinctive action to find his own hands stained blood red, his duty failed and his soul sick with an irreversible feeling of guilt. Although his brother had helped him wash away the visible stains upon his bones, there was no scrubbing out the scent seeping into the marrow, the memory of the taste of his first kill echoing in his gullet.

Rattling intensified, Papyrus trembled, tears beginning to fall once more as he tried to ignore that creeping satisfaction that came with finally appeasing his instincts. He hated how good it tasted, how full he felt, and how despite it all he was still craving more. After depriving his instincts for years since he was young, despite the fact that he had been so steadfast in averting how his father had tried multiple times to sneak it into his meals. Sans had often tried to do the same, though he couldn’t be sure that his brother had ever stopped trying. Papyrus knew what he was doing would harm his own health, that it would lead to his passing, but he didn’t care. He would not lay a finger on a human in such a way, or so he had told himself. He believed his own words for so long that he thought, now that he had a chance to ensure the safety of the very creature he swore not to bring harm to, there would be no way for him to fail in his oath.

However, he was wrong, deadly so, and once again he found himself drooling simply from just the memory alone. It had tasted so good, better than any spaghetti he had ever had, it had filled him with a warmth that he’d long since banished from his mind once he had gained enough awareness of himself as a child. Yes, before then, he had eaten without fuss, without concern, but once he had realized the moral implications of his situation, ones that his father and brother didn’t seem to be hindered by, it left him terribly disgusted with how ignorant he had been. There had to be another way, he didn’t have to kill humans to survive, he would find another way. Once he had decided that, he started refusing meals, avoiding human meat from being mixed into his alternatives in order to subvert the attempts of his caretakers who were only trying to look out for his health. Papyrus wasn’t a fool, he knew what it meant to refuse to eat the very thing that satisfied monsters, he wasn’t no babybones, and he was committed to that resolve to reach out to the humans with kindness, to find a better path forward.

Still, he had failed. Years of dedication, all his efforts in vain, his hopes dashed. Here he was, alive, and he had failed. The hopelessness, had he not consumed a fresh meal as he had done, likely would have been enough to lead him to fall down, but in his current state, revitalized, his soul brimming with satisfaction, there was no escape from the reality of what he had done. However, despite this, even though he felt disgusted with himself, he knew that he couldn’t just run away. Sans had mentioned a way to help the human, even though Papyrus couldn’t see any means of doing so given how terribly mauled they had been. Wiping away the drool, shifting his weight back to press into the tattered couch, his gaze once again returned to the closed door. The smell was gonna drive him up a wall, or up the stairs, if he didn’t do something.

Placing his feet upon the carpeted floor, a shaky breath left him as he stood. It was surprisingly easy to stand now, though he was far from being able to defend himself or travel long distances. Side eyeing the closed bedroom door, walking as far from the stairs as possible, he drifted to the kitchen. Spaghetti. That had always managed to calm him down and satisfy him to a degree before, if only as a space filler, perhaps that would be enough to stave off the urge to venture back upstairs, despite there being nothing left but the blood stained floor after how thorough he had-

NO! NO. ENOUGH OF THAT. Papyrus shook away the images that started to flash in his mind once more, steadying his breath with every step he took into the kitchen. The fridge thankfully had some leftovers from…well, there were leftovers. Sans had probably not eaten his share after they had their conversation prior, where his brother had clearly picked up on his lack of trust. Stars, the whole situation had Papyrus’s soul in knots. He would need to apologize to him, he knew this, but was he wrong to be cautious? Despite the fact that in the end, he had been just as dangerous, and in this case deadly. His hands trembled as he reached in, grabbing the container with the leftover spaghetti before closing the fridge door and heading to the microwave.

After placing it in, he set the timer to warm the dish, then glanced to the lower pantry where the substitute was kept. They didn’t have much, but if needed he’d be able to at least choke down a piece or two if the urge to venture back to his bedroom continued to plague him. Beep. The dish was ready, he took it carefully from the microwave, setting it on the counter as he reached for the silverware drawer, pulling out a fork and sticking it into the pasta, giving it a gentle twist to gather the warmed up noodles into a ball. Placing the bite up to his mouth, he took note of something rather off putting. The smell was abhorrent. For a dish that he’d always enjoyed since a child, having the smell basically make his non-existence stomach churn in disgust wasn’t what he expected. It wasn’t like this before…

Bite. Chew. Swallow. The usual mechanical action he would have taken stopped at the first step, his body heaving as he immediately wretched it out of his mouth. Papyrus shook. Once again he tried to get a bite down, but just like before, he heaved and spit it out, gagging and coughing.

“I….I CAN’T…I CAN’T EAT SPAGHETTI ANYMORE…?” His breath quickened, his bones rattling. He tried again, but the same result happened, this time with him vomiting a great deal of regurgitation produced from his soul. His very being was rejecting it. Papyrus fell to his knees and trembled, his bones rattling louder than they had ever done, tears welling in his eye sockets as he realized he had no other options. Had he just been fooling himself this whole time? Sure, spaghetti didn’t satisfy at all, it was just something he ate that was similar in texture, but not at all what he was refusing to eat. So why? Why?! WHY? WHY, WHY?! WHY?!?!

Pounding the cement tile of the kitchen floor with his fist, he hunched over and started to wail, his voice filling the house with his screams of frustration, guilt, and disgust. He felt sick to his very core. Everything was wrong, so very wrong, and now he was without options. There was no alternative anymore, there was nothing left to-

His eyes drifted, settling on the lower cupboard. The location of the substitute. Almost mechanically, he reached out to the cabinet within his range, opening the door to reveal the container of substitute inside. Sans had always kept it somewhere within reach in case he had needed it, especially when Papyrus had his off days and ended up too weak to stand after trying to make spaghetti while Sans was away. With a lump in his throat, Papyrus took hold of the container, opening it up to have his senses tingle with the smell of the contents. He started to drool again. With quiet resignation, he reached in, taking a piece and placing it in his mouth. Tears fell as he chewed, the flavor spreading on his tongue as he swallowed it down. It tasted good.

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Sans now stood before a large door, the entrance to the lab in hotland. With hesitation he stared at the door, one hand grabbing at his chest as he ran through countless scenarios. Gaster no doubt already knew that the human was dead. That wouldn’t be something he could hide from the old bastard, but he had to wonder if he wasn’t gonna have to walk through this door expecting a fight. Bringing the humans alive had always been protocol if it could be helped, the contaminants being used as a last result as they were prone to failing, having nearly lost a soul prior as a result. That was a soul that currently was being contained within the talking weed, yet another headache of his and one of the saving graces in this case as it meant they at least had a backup opposed to using a human as a base for this grand scheme the doctor had cooked up.

He remembered the last go around, the kid had been subject to a sickening experiment, combined with monster DNA into a walking servant of the scientist to serve as a means of shattering the barrier and being a weapon. No doubt that would have been a much worse fate, one that Toriel would have never forgiven him for, not that she would forgive him at all for failing in the first place to keep his promise to her. It was why he had to go with his benefactor’s plan in the first place. After all, it was better for the human to die and save his brother, and sadly was the only way he could guarantee that Papyrus would live to see the surface again.

Tick tock~ Don’t you think you’ve lingered enough? A chortle echoed in his head, his soul trembling in his chest as he gritted his teeth. He fucking hated having them in his head like this, always chiming in at the worst possible times. Don’t worry, Sansy, I won’t say anything while you’re visiting your dear old dad. Can’t have him catching on, right~?

Sans scoffed, telling them to shut their trap, though he spoke not a word out loud. With a deep breath he reached up, pressing the door buzzer to signify his arrival, only to feel himself freeze slightly as he heard his father from the other side.

“It’s open. Come in.”

It was a quick response. Gaster had known he had already arrived. Sans really had no choice now. Steadying his nerves, he stepped forward, the automatic door registering his presence and identification before opening with a smooth mechanical swoosh, the internal lab now like the maw of a beast as he willing stepped inside. It wasn’t long after he entered that he made eye contact with his father, the door closing and locking upon entry.

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Gaster was in his main lab when it happened. The alarms started to go off signaling a change in values that he hoped he would not have the misfortune of reading on the screen as the alert sounded off on the monitor. Looking over the signal being broadcast, he could only grimace in frustration and disappointment that his gut feeling had been proven correct.

“Sans…you fucking idiot…”

Slamming down his half finished cup of coffee onto the desk, splatters of the caffeinated beverage being flung into the air and peppering the cold marble table as the resounding echo of the ceramic mug’s resilience against the hard surface rang throughout the hallowed air vents with a smack. Gaster had wanted to be proven wrong about Sans’s possible betrayal, but he never thought he’d be so foolish to throw away monsterkind’s freedom just to sustain the life of one monster, one who had foolishly starved themselves to a point of near dusting. However, here he was, looking at the undeniable results on screen.

The human was dead.

Now had he been the wrathful sort, he would have gone straight to Snowdin and executed the fool where he stood after taking care of the only thing that Sans cared about in this hellscape, but such a thing was his emotions talking. No. It would be a waste of calories to do so at this moment, plus there was one more pressing issue. The screen, although it was alerting about the human’s departure, spoke nothing about a soul shattering, so perhaps there was still time for the fool to save face before the doctor.

Gaster had not been completely blind to his son’s repeated attempts to get Papyrus to consume live prey, it had been a constant thing that he would sneak around about with any humans he managed to catch, but previously it had been easy to liberate them from Sans’s hold, although at the smaller skeleton’s begrudging yield to the doctor’s plans. However, this time, no matter how many times he placed cameras to monitor, they had all been removed as quickly as they had been placed, which left him vastly suspicious. After all, the only one that could be of help to him in such a manner was now in his custody.

Yes, the flower was a curious creature, though after he had subjected it to various techniques of extracting information, he learned everything there was to know from it rather quickly. Gaster’s desire for knowledge and preparation for every scenario was borderline obsessive, and he often would find the quickest and most efficient means of getting what he wanted. Although this led to an annoying quiet sobbing becoming part of the background noise of his lab, it was a small price to pay to learn about the power that it had once held that had somehow managed to vanish one day unexpectedly.

The power of resets, to save and load, these things were practically unheard of in his memory. Like concepts in a video game, but from what he gathered the flower’s ability had faded mysteriously one day out of nowhere, with no explanation as to why. This power was something entirely new from Gaster’s view, one that had never existed before, not even on the surface. After all, from his research he had gathered human souls were weak, so perhaps the concentration of magic in the underground had led to the manifestation of such unworldly abilities that only gods should have keep of.

However, what was truly vexing was the fact that it no longer existed. It was gone. No explanation as to why, but Gaster had a theory on such a reason. After all, something of that magnitude, that defied logic and reason, that laughed in the vary concept of life and death itself, something like that didn’t just vanish. No. Something, or someone, had most likely ripped that power away. To what end he didn’t know, perhaps the flower’s constant prattling about all their horrible fits of murderous rampages was the reason? An abuse of that ability would likely get the attention of whoever may have blessed them with it, provided it wasn’t just an occurrence of chance due to a scientifically backed explanation.

Regardless of the reason, he had a theory someone was pulling the strings. His constant deja vu, the feeling that things were somehow different, that what was happening had not happened before. Someone was setting a different path into motion, and he would find out who. They knew where the cameras were, how to quickly and efficiently remove them without alerting his system to identify them, and he had his suspicions that it would be his very own son. Though that didn’t explain the other issue of why Gaster had no memory of him using such a power, or for that matter, why Sans didn’t just use it time and time again prior with the other six fallen humans. After all, Sans had captured the flower long before the first human even fell, after the passing of Asriel and the human child that the royal family decided they would raise with hope of a better future.

Fools. The lot of them.

Gaster never understood why, in a den of lions, did Asgore and Toriel think a human child could survive. After all, if it wasn’t for his constant interventions there were countless times the child would have died, though he had other reasons for wanting the child alive. He had a project in development, the hope of freeing monster kind, and it would require both the human child and a boss monster to bring to fruition. Though at this point there were only two options left at his disposal, neither looked to be a good prospect for what he had planned.

When the young Asriel had taken the human soul upon the human’s death all those years ago and ran to the surface for whatever reason they deemed worthy of such a frivolous act, Gaster had lamented the loss of his most ingenious project to date upon the news that Asriel returned terribly wounded, dusting shortly after in the arms of his parents. Truly tragic was the loss of his hours of research, all dashed with the hopes of monster kind by the whims of a child. Gaster had believed all of it was for naught, opting for a simpler means to acquire the freedom of monsters should it be deemed necessary, although lacking in the preparations that he was so keen on.

However, that was before Sans had brought him the flower. A curious sentient being. A creature that had no soul, yet was animate all the same. Talking, boasting, regaleing its god-like status, all while shrilling and cackling as though it was some kind of evil genius from one of the cartoons that his old assistant used to be so obsessive about. Though that boastful attitude didn’t last for long, it only took a bit of Gaster’s careful techniques to break through their pathetic facade to the seemingly scared child that laid underneath. They were no god, and it was his pleasure to remind them of such. Even so, he had carefully documented all that the flower had spoken of, down to every last detail, as was standard protocol for all research done under his direction. No detail left unwritten. No stone unturned.

It should be impossible…such a thing isn’t possible…

It was nagging at the back of his skull though, that deja vu, that feeling of having been there in that exact moment in some previous existence. He felt it rattle in his bones that he had been there before. This had all happened before, though the current results clearly brought about a sense of anxiety that someone had pulled strings to change the script that had been laid bare in his mind. Although it wasn’t clear, he vaguely felt like he remembered thinking that Papyrus would send the child away with his last embers of his magic, condemning himself to dust despite any efforts Sans might make. Papyrus was kind to a deadly fault, at the expense of his life, there was no way he would ever…

That’s when something came to mind. Gaster had recalled Sans had been caught in the lab prior without notice, seemingly rummaging through samples of various medicines that had been kept for use in Gaster’s many experiments. When the scientist had inquired previously about why Sans was going through the various stimulants and sedatives, he had given an offhanded excuse about having difficulty sleeping, having shown Gaster a sample of an experimental sleep aid he had tested prior with some rather dubious effects. At the time it seemed harmless enough, sleep walking shouldn’t have been an issue, but what if he had taken more than that? What if…

He didn’t.

Without a second thought, he quickly darted to the medical supply closet, opening the door in a hurried fashion and flipping the switch to bring the light to a buzzing life, illuminating the medicine-scented cloaked room. Scanning the shelves and various cabinets, he recalled which ones the cameras had shown Sans shuffling through and started to check the quantities that were present in the dispensary. Sure, the sleep aid was one of them, showing that it was one short with a signature documented down, but there was another that left the old skeleton’s eyes squinted in confusion.

A hunger stimulant…?

Pondering on the strange combination, he had not seen Sans snag this item prior, only taken note of the sleep aid, but for his son to grab a hunger stimulant in combo with a medicine with a side effect of sleep walking? The combination of the two, their effects in tandem, the dead human child…it all fell into place as his expression became unreadable. To say he was pissed about his son’s lies was an understatement, but it seemed beyond him to subject Papyrus to such a thing, Gaster had never considered it a possibility. Sans loved his brother more than life itself, so for him to drug his brother, just to get him to commit what the younger brother would see as unspeakable, was unimaginably cruel.

However, that was not what had Gaster’s non-existent blood boiling in this instant. He had long since accepted that Papyrus would no doubt dust due to his poor choices in diet and refusal to partake in what made monsters what they are. Even drugging the skeleton was not something that even got a flick of care or emotion out of the old scientist, it was the fact that Sans would put all that he had worked for, for countless years, in jeopardy just to save one of the weakest monsters in the underground. That idiot son of his would put their whole future on the line just to save his brother, and that infuriated him.

As his bones rattled with fury, Gaser slammed the door to the dispensary shut, not bothering to turn off the light as he marched back over to the monitor, biting his skeletal thumb in frustration as he glared at the screen. He hoped that there would at least be a chance for the soul to still be intact, but given the human was likely a child, like so many before them, there was a very real danger of it shattering before ever reaching his lab. If Sans had not thought ahead, which was a likely scenario given the circumstances, it was possible that even that soul was now consumed in some way and it was messing with the readings.

However, as he started to feel his boiling frustration simmer down, Gaster had to wonder what his son’s next move would be. There was no way the two of them would remain in Snowdin if the soul was somehow preserved, Sans wasn’t that foolish that he would risk them both being dusted, but if that bumbling buffoon did not show himself soon with redeemable results then the scientist would likely head straight to the old home they use to share just to teach him a lesson. While fuming in anxiety over the situation, he had not taken note that the flower had ceased crying, instead having its curiosity peaked as the alarms had been ringing throughout the lab continuously since the start.

Although the flower had long since given up hope, this situation was definitely a destabilizing one, and should an opportunity arise, they may just be able to escape the clutches of this mad scientist. They had a soul now, they could feel again, they were able to regret their actions, and they also knew that whatever awaited them at the conclusion of whatever experiment the old scientist had cooked for them would not be good. They had to escape somehow, all they needed was an opportunity. However, as they felt the flickers of a flame of hope in their currently held soul, the doctor glanced back at them. The blank expression clearly conveyed an almost knowing visage as the tiny flower shrunk back against their glass imprisonment. It was as if to say there was no way he’d allowed it, as he watched helplessly before letting out a painful screech as the doctor once again pressed that all too familiar button on the console to deliver an electrical charge through their roots.

No. No, there would be no more deviations from his grand design. No more upsets. He would not lose a second human soul as a result of oversight. Gaster, having confirmed the flower’s resignation in their crumpled form, turned his attention to the screen once again. His eye sockets widening at the sight of movement detected in hotland flashing as an alert as he quickly clacked away at the keyboard input of the interface, bringing up all the cameras within the vicinity and scanning over the footage to have his glare land on a camera leading up to the lab entrance. There, in a hoodie fit only for a winter’s chill, was his infuriatingly idiotic son, approaching the entrance in an almost irritating slow stroll with his head hung slightly, the expression unreadable on the footage’s limited capture quality.

There didn’t seem to be anything in hand, in fact, his brother wasn’t in tow either, leaving him rather curious as to when he had made the trek there and why his son had somehow not set off the other sensors throughout the underground. Regardless, he figured such inquiries could be saved for a later time, as there was the more pressing issue of what had become of the human soul. Gaster did not care about what excuses the fool of a spawn of his own genetics would provide should there not be a favorable answer to that question. With that in mind, his gaze drifted to the door as an echoing ring of the doorbell signaled the arrival of Gaster’s current focus of frustration. The scientist practically growled as he called out.

“It’s open. Come in.”

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