#wdscience

    This was it. Jazz was finally going to get himself a job after graduating top of his class in the area of quantum physics and medicals, a graduated nurse and man of a theoretical science, a man raising a baby brother all by himself with barely any support otherwise. Oh, how he hoped, how he prayed, he’d be accepted as his assistant. Papers in hand, tiny feet tapped against the floor as the doors to the laboratory opened up for him, nervousness wracking his entire being. You can do this, Jazz, you’re just doing an interview. Presenting yourself. You’ll be fine, you can do this. A deep breath, the spotting of who he supposed was the scientist he may be working for soon enough; showtime.

1643.

Gaster’s Lab, Hotland.

“Pardon me, ‘re you W.D. Gaster, sir?”

    He didn’t like a damn bit of this place. A place he didn’t know, a Void, an emptiness that picked away at him like a vulture to a carcass. He felt like he’d been here before, somewhere yet nowhere, and he hated it. He didn’t want to be here. He scanned the area for something, anything that could be a sign to get out, but there was nothing. That was it: a vast nothingness. He had no stomach, but he could feel it wring itself out anyways out of fear. He wasn’t afraid, oftentimes.

    A call out to the darkness, unsure of who may hear it, but desperate for someone to hear him and speak. That was his biggest fear, you know: being forgotten. Considering his forgotten past, it was well placed.

“Hello?!”