Once More With Feeling

It's Been A Long Day..

(not edited, I'm sorry but I couldn't find the time)

Maya was nervously rubbing the back of her neck when the door slowly swung open to reveal two young girls, both with the same slightly fearfull, but oh so hopefull expression on their faces.

They stood there, rooted to the spot, Lillys hand still raised, and the guilt train hit her full force when she realized the tears that were gathering in both their eyes.

'Choo Choo, motherfucker.', she grimaced inwardly. 'You did that, cause you were too stuck up your own-'

Maya smiled, a painfully fake thing, and opened her arms wide.

Not even the fraction of a second later, both Lilly and Frisk were pressed against her sides, faces hiding in her chest, little hands grabbing for her sweater, as if to assure them that yes, this was real, Maya was back- again.

She felt his stare and turned her face back to Grillby, who gave her a smile and closed the door behind them, probably having a much deserved talk with Sans about how much he needed a break from having to babysit her constantly.

Maya wouldn't blame him.

In fact, she would be worried if he wouldn't do it.

But right now she had more pressing matters, she reminded herself and ruffled through a messy copper and an even messier brown head of hair.

"Hey to you too.", she mumbled and held both closer for a moment.

And if there were wet twin patches forming on her sweater, well, nobody had to know.

There was no prove of the occasional tear running down her own cheeks too, after all.

..

"Now you seem to be getting the hang of it."

The young monster glared at him from where he sat on the floor, slouched against the wall to keep him upright.

"I hate you.", he huffed. "So much."

Gaster rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. The feeling's mutual. We've been through this."

He observed the other carefully, from the way his paws shook, to the grit of his teeth, and sighed, taking a quick note on one of the random pieces of paper scattered around the lab.

"It seems to still need some tweaking, though. Maybe if we adjust the DT injection.. Are you positive you can withstand another one? And I absolutely need an honest answer now. What we are doing here is dangerous and-"

"Yeah, I am. This-" Gaster blinked once, and a flower stood where the goat had just sat. "This just takes too much effort. I'm not an idiot."

The doctor shrugged, forcing down the need to double and triple check that he was sure about this.

This wasn't Sans, still a child, easily (and unwillingly) manipulated into everything he wanted him to do.

'Old habits die hard, I suppose.', he mused and informed the monster he would be back tomorrow, with the new calculations and everything they would need.

Not that he noticed any of it, with the way his eyes were already closed, stem half slumped on the floor, breathing deeply and even.

Gaster watched him for a few seconds more, before turning around, rubbing his forehead, hard.

'Ugh, I really need a coffee.'

He closed the door a little softer than usually, quietly cursing when he noticed he did so.