#scienceverse

( s/i uses he/they pronouns, the character with the ponytail in the top right picture is named Daire belongs to my partner S. Both he and Drake (one with the cigarette) are from @scienceverse )

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Oop alternative universe where (Pre-core) SV Dream kills himself

Grillby pulled his head up from his desk with his eyes straining to meet the clock against the blank white walls of his ‘lab’. He has a few scattered pieces of rock, and a few soil samples from past digs for the ‘core’. blinking he shifted the white if not slightly singed lab coat against his form before standing upright out of his chair.  The Royal Scientist’s lab huh? Wonder what it is this time, perhaps another bolt below melted or the readings will be scrutinized once again. He pinched the bridge of his ‘nose’ as he detested having to make the trip down only to come back up to be told to head straight back down once more, it was a little annoying.  But that was the highlight of being a ‘scientist’ if he could exactly call himself that,  his job mostly puts him directly at sweltering center of his work environment.  Beyond a few other fire-based monsters  popping in, It’s practically him down near the core’s geothermal heat pumps. He’s usually checking the readings as well as making any repairs as needed, being his own powerhouse of energy Grillby supplies heat where the core may be lacking due to an influx of ice blocks from the residence at Snowdin Town.  Yet a heated sigh escapes him as he moved his badge from it’s lanyard around his neck to swipe it at the door to have the thing slide open. It would be from there that he started to make his way up a few flights of stairs before catching the elevator,given that the recent renovations left him with a few flight of stairs to climb before entering the ‘stable zone’ for a metal elevator not to melt. He picked his corner then punched in the desired floor before enjoying the slow ride up to what would most likely be a shouting match of his fellow scientist going on about irregular readings, or perhaps flat out calling his work flawed. Pfft, he knew how to do his job as well as to audit the mistakes of other scientists out of his work, his job may not seem as larger than life than most of his fellow co-workers but a little respect for what he does would be appreciated.  The hum of the elevator matched with it’s high pitched bing alerted Grillby that he’d arrived at his floor, pushing off the wall he made his way out of the doors then down a maze of hallways before standing outside a more ornate door to signify the status of who lurked beyond it.  Grillby adjusted his slightly singed lab coat once again before straightening out his black slacks  then his navy blue  graphic T-shirt he’d found while out shopping, of course it worked itself perfectly into his job. It was rather obvious but it showed two beakers together one green, and the other one red. The caption simple stated ‘Stop Overreacting’. Priceless honestly, yet even it’s humor didn’t stop the creeping feeling crawling up his non-existent spine as he gave a firm knock against the door. His hands fell to his sides as he waited for an answer.