From Kind to Cold

Chapter 1

"come on dad, why are you always at the lab?" Sans asked his father. 

✂︎💧︎⚐︎☼︎☼︎✡︎📪︎ 💧︎✌︎☠︎💧︎📬︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ 😐︎☠︎⚐︎🕈︎ ✋︎ ✌︎💣︎ ✞︎☜︎☼︎✡︎ 👌︎🕆︎💧︎✡︎📬︎✂︎ ("SORRY, SANS. YOU KNOW I'M VERY BUSY.")

"yeah, i know. i know." Sans sighed. He lived in Hotland, with his creator, W.D. Gaster. He called Gaster "dad" because that's what he thought of him. After all, for years Gaster took care of him, fed him, and raised him. True, he was occasionally tested on and experimented on, but Sans was actually given a large amount of freedom, and he grew to love his father. After all, he had no one else. Sans was a clever child who loved learning and asking questions. He was very good at seeing people for who they really were. He could tell Gaster wasn't a bad person, even though he did occasionally experiment on him. Sans could always see that Gaster didn't want to do it. Gaster always said, ✂︎✋︎ ☟︎✌︎✞︎☜︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 👎︎⚐︎ ❄︎☟︎✋︎💧︎📬︎ ✋︎🕯︎💣︎ 💧︎⚐︎☼︎☼︎✡︎✂︎ ("I HAVE TO DO THIS, I'M SORRY") Before testing on Sans.

Sans lived in the Lab, but he had his own room. It looked like a normal kid's room, with toys and books and a nice bed. Sans wasn't really allowed to leave the lab, so the only person he ever saw was Gaster. Gaster rather enjoyed having Sans around. Though he originally created Sans to use primarily as an experiment to hopefully bring down the barrier, he did grow attached to the young skeleton. He really did feel bad for experimenting on Sans, so he had an idea. He would no longer cause Sans any pain, and his original plans would barely need to change.

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