RedemptionTale 2

(Unfinished chapter 43)

*insert Frisk calming Gaster the fuck down here*

"You want me to what now!?" Gaster exclaimed. "W-well I mean, he came back for real last time, why can't we do that again but with science?" Frisk stammered. Gaster mutely shook his head, as he signed some swears in wing dings as discreetly as he could. "Frisk, this CANNOT be done, not unless... Unless..." He muttered something else quietly, and then walked over to a desk that was overflowing with papers and searched through them for a moment.

"There might be a way for us to do this... Maybe...maybe we could make him an artificial soul." He said as he seemed to locate the paper he was looking for.

"What?" Frisk asked, having no clue what any of this science talk meant. "NO! You will NOT give me a robot soul like that stupid rectangle with legs!" Flowey growled. Gaster stopped and looked at flowey with a look of... Amusement. "Prince Asriel, I don't think you know how little options we have here. That is to say, we only have ONE. And if you won't work with me for this one time, you will be stuck like this forever." Gaster said this with a surprising amount of calm in his voice, dispute the situation. Suddenly, smoke began to blow into the room from the kitchen. Gaster swore something in hands again, as he went to go and check up on his other experiment to prevent it from burning too badly, giving Frisk and Flowey time to think this over. "Ugh, I'm not doing it, I don't care what smiley trash bag senior thinks, Im not getting a robot soul!!!" Flowey said, facing the opposite side of the room that Gaster went. "Asriel, this is the only way to get back to your sister, and you want to throw it all away?" Frisk asked, as they tried to approach Flowey.

"IT DOESNT MATTER IF HE MAKES ME A NEW SOUL CONTAINER, I STILL WONT BE ABLE TO FEEL ANYTHING!" He yelled in Frisk face when they got too close. Frisk immediately covered their ears, which didn't help much. "IT DOESN'T MATTER! I ALREADY DIED, I SHOULD STAY DEAD! CHARA ONLY LIVED AGAIN BECAUSE THOSE STUPID HUMAN SOULS WORK DIFFERENT! I LOST MY SOUL, AND IM NEVER GETTING IT BACK!" Flowey then turned away from Frisk and began trying to open the front door. Frisk didn't really know what to say to that. They stayed silent for a minute, unsure of what to do. But then they realized something.

Flowey was feeling angry.

Flowey, was feeling angry.

He could still feel emotion... Somehow. Being soulless should've meant he would be unable to feel anything. But he had felt fear when Frisk walked through the corridor into judgment hall during the genocide routes, and when he pleaded Frisk for his life in Asgore's throne room. He had expressed anger just now.

"..."
"Flowey, you just felt angry... Despite being soulless and unable to feel anything."
Flowey paused. His face changed to a mixture of confusion and realization.
"Oh, my, god. But... How?!??" He exclaimed.
"It is due to the determination Alphys injected you with when you were just a non-sentient flower. When you dusted, your dust was absorbed in a way, into the flowers. Your memories stayed there." Gaster said as he walked back into the room. His black lab coat now had a few spots that appeared to be charred slightly.
"But, when Alphys injected that determination into the flower, it brought you back. But, I believe that you do have a soul, but it's just empty and broken." He smiled. "Not saying you are that way, after all, you are Asriel as it gets."

Frisk burst out laughing at this point, while it took flowey a moment to get the joke. He may have even... Smiled, for real this time. Not a creepy smile, not an evil one. Just a genuine smile.

That... Filled him with HOPE.

"Now, that determination, I believe it made part of your soul persist after death, and since there was so little of it left, you didn't become like one of the amalgamates. And since there isn't much left of it, you don't have the power to manifest your soul, nor does anyone else. You can feel emotion, it just takes a little bit of effort to feel the emotions than before." Frisk stopped laughing gradually, and then they spoke. "So if he does have a soul, but it's empty, all we have to do is fill it with the magic it needs to stay alive, the magic it needs to have a body, right?" Gaster nodded fast and enthusiastically. "Yes! That's all we need to do! And I think I know where we can get the magic from." Gaster looked down at Flowey on the ground, and picked him up. "Do you know who?" He asked flowey. Flowey grinned. "My parents." He said, knowing that he was about to come back to his sister. That filled him with even more HOPE, and it filled him with a little bit of... DETERMINATION. Suddenly, a white monster soul appeared before everyone. Its glow was dim, but that wasn't what attracted Gasters attention. It was the soul being so destroyed that did.

It was a monster soul, but it was empty, it was an empty bucket waiting to be filled. However some of the edges of the outline of the soul had faded almost to darkness, like the bucket was almost leaking. "I knew it..." Gaster muttered. "Well, taking half of the king and queens souls will half their defense and attack, but Sam can fix that easily. Now, actually getting half their souls without them dying will be tough. Nevertheless, I have done this before."

"You've cut peices from other souls before!?!?" Frisk exclaimed.

Gaster grinned. "Why do you think Sans or Papyrus, have never mentioned anything about their mother? Because they don't have a mother, they are, basically clones of me." Frisk started to object but Gaster interrupted them. He pointed at the holes in his hands and the cracks on his head. "These were a result of those peices of my soul being cut, they are the physical manifestations of the peices if my soul I removed, and I am proud of my son's."

"Anyways, where was I? Oh right... Definitely not praising my son's. Now, I created them during a time when Asgore banned live test subjects, so I made my own, and I made them by cutting peices of my soul, and letting them grow. In short, Sans was injected with a series of things that back then I intended to use him to destroy all of humankind when we broke the barrier. Determination, and other things. He was created to ONLY destroy humans. That was his purpose."

Frisk gasped. "So THATS why he's so damn strong!!!" Gaster smiled. "Yes, well, I do suppose he used his powers well, at least. Anyways..."

"But because of all those injections and experiments I gained LV and thus began to grow numb. And when Sans failed to kill the 3rd human that fell I finally lost all emotions, and stopped caring about his well-being."

"He started to lose hope and started dying, so I brought Papyrus to life to give him something to care about. And then they ran away, a series of other things happened, and then I got erased from existence as we all know." He rolled his eyes at himself. "Void me was atrocious."

"My LV back in those days before Sans and Papyrus made my LV drop low enough for me to feel again, was somewhere around 70. I already had an LV of 27 from the war."
"I was a man hellbent on revenge during that time, I regret ever calling Sans a "test subject" and I regret treating them the way I did before they saved me from myself."