Unrequited LOVE

•Chapter 25•

WARNING: This chapter contains non-descriptive nudity, blood, and other sensitive themes. I will include a summary at the end of this chapter.

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You hated the skeleton, who'd you come to recognize as 'Gaster'. He was as cruel as he was brilliant, which made for a terrifying combination. If not for his palpable evil, you might have respected him.

As of late, the testing you endured grew more and more invasive - the height of unorthodoxy. He seemed particularly enraptured with your SOUL.

Freak.

But there was nothing you could do; he controlled everything. Absolutely everything.

Even your clothing failed his rigorous standards, in which he made you wear a shoddy hospital gown. It was really itchy.

One day, however, his thirst for... well, whatever he wanted, crossed the line, the memory forever branded in your mind.

The day he took your SOUL.

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Sitting on the small cot gifted to you by Gaster, you wait for him to arrive. Countless days in this hellhole gave way to a routine, though it only slightly maintained your sanity.

Click.

The door swung open so quickly that it banged against the wall. You chirp (an ability discovered not long ago) in surprise and flinch back, wings brushing the wall.

Gaster enters, sockets narrowed in contained anger. "Come. Now."

Something in your brain, an ancient instinct, perhaps, screams at you to obey, so you do. The collar feels heavy around your neck, so you wedge your fingers beneath it to scratch at irritated skin.

Thankfully, the anger in Gaster's sockets dissipates at your blatant obedience. "Good, pet," he gives an approving nod, unclipping the chain with his magic. You rejoice the minimal freedom. "Come along, we have much to do."

I'm sure.

You follow him out of the cell to the lab. As usual, the gurney in the middle of the room is prepped, heavy restraints hanging off the metal sides.

You shiver, but hop on without so much as a peep. Gaster gives another approving nod and straps your legs and waist down, ignoring the upper restraints. Your wings hang down the sides of the gurney, splayed over the grimy floor.

Strange.

Curiosity takes over. "Um... aren't you-"

"Not yet," he interrupts, pulling on a pair of latex gloves. "This experiment is a little... different."

...That just makes it worse. "...H-How so?"

"Remove the top half of your gown."

What?!

"No!" You cover your chest defensively, incensed. "I'm not doing that."

Gaster has the audacity to look annoyed, as if you're refusing the simplest request. You sit tall, practically daring him to try anything. "You don't have a choice. Do it willingly or I will have to resort to more uncomfortable methods."

For once, the biting warning doesn't scare you a bit. Anger mounting, you spit back. "I said I'm not doing it!"

"Is that your final answer?" His eyelights have completely disappeared. It's pretty unnerving, but you refuse to budge.

"No."

"Very well," his nonchalance momentarily surprises you, until the familiar sound of summoned magic reaches your ears. Before you can duck, two giant hands hold you flat on the table as Gaster quickly chains your neck and arms down. "I hoped we were past this, but some things can't be helped."

A raw screech leaves your throat when he unties the gown, leaving it bunched at your stomach. His gloved phalanges slide coldly over your skin.

No no no no no-

You're powerless against him, struggling like a fly in a spider's web. Escape is impossible, but your fear-addled mind screams that it isn't. "No! Stop!"

"Dramatics will get you nowhere," he reminds you, not pausing once.

...You don't care. All you want is to punch this dick in his goddamn face for everything he's done. Another harsh croak leaves your parched throat. "STOP!"

Nothing stops. You hate this - hate him.

When Gaster's hand reaches the top of your breasts, you crane your neck against the restraint and bite his radius.

"Ah- Fuck!" He grunts in pain and tries to yank away. You snarl and dig your teeth harder into the solid bone. Coppery, bitter-tasting liquid rushes into your mouth, coating your tongue and making you gag.

In a moment of unwanted clarity, you realize the liquid is actually blood, or something similar. Didn't know skeletons could bleed-

SMACK!

Did he just...?

Your cheek burns. A startled croak leaves your mouth as your jaws loosen. Gaster takes the chance, pulling his arm from your mouth. His sockets look like two black pits.

Instead of hitting you again, he shuffles to the counter and grabs a roll of bandages. The wound on his radius looks severe - a revelation that makes your SOUL thrum with glee - considering the fact that it is actively leaking crimson blood.

You really should have anticipated the consequences.

"Though it may have been warranted, I will not tolerate that kind of behavior," Gaster's voice is calm, though his expression is anything but. "I believe disciplinary action is needed."

That was rather ominous. Your suspicions were confirmed when he produced a scalpel from the tray you saw earlier.

Sweet stars.

Perhaps retaliation wasn't worth it, after all. 

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The next chapter will be a continuation of this chapter. For those who didn't read the chapter: Gaster attempts to perform a very invasive experiment on the reader, who retaliates forcefully. The reader realizes that her decision may not have been the best idea.