Take Me to the Moon (Doctor Gaster x Experiment!Reader)

January XX, XXXX - New skin

Your scales had begun to multiply, almost coating the entirety of your thighs now, as well as beginning to speckle your shoulders and upper arms. You kept the hospital gown pulled down far whenever someone was in, whether it be the cleaners or the scientist. You hated how they examined the scales, especially how the scientist would croon and fawn over it. Over how well you were turning out now. You hated how enthusiastic they were as they scribbled down some meaningless notes on their damned clipboard.

You felt something cold prod at your shoulder, waking you from a sleep you didn't even remember falling into. You hardly relaxed enough to sleep, so this was rather odd. (e/c) hues fluttered opened, meeting the pin-pricks of the scientist. You quickly realized that they were no longer hidden behind the bars of your enclosure, and with that knowledge it didn't even take you a moment to swipe at them. They seemed ready, though. With a simple press of the button on the remote they held in their free hand, a sharp shock was sent down your spine, causing you to cry out. They seemed just as surprised as you were as you slumped over, hissing quietly. They were still close, holding onto the remote as they prepared for you to lunge again. You couldn't find the strength, and they quickly seemed to realize that as well. Sitting down the remote, as well as their clipboard and pen.

"Now, Stheno. You ought to know better than to act like that. I've taught you much better." Cold, boney fingers clasped around your chin, tilting your head back. Your narrowed eyes met soulless pinpricks as they examined you. They took their free hand, tracing over a sore patch of scales on your cheek. They pulled back quickly, examining the crimson substance that came back with their hand. Blood. You were bleeding. They tutted gently, letting go of you. "If you behave, I can clean you up." They moved back into the shadows, leaving you to your own devices. You recognized the room as the testing chamber. You prayed to whatever sick god watching this unfold that you wouldn't have to go through another one of their stupid tests, you felt dizzy and groggy. You put your head in your hands, trying to stop the world around you from spinning. The moment of peace only lasted a bit before they had returned, free of the white lab coat that gave them a repulsive medical feel. In their hand, they held a wet rag and in the other they clutched the remote that was their only line of defense from you. They carefully settled down in front of you, catching your chin with their thumb.

"Hold still— you're making a mess of your lovely scales." They mumbled, analytical gaze fixed to your face as they began to dab at the shedding skin on your cheek. You felt warmth rise from beneath your cheeks, which you attributed to the closeness of the other creature. You pressed small indents into your tongue with your fangs as the process of cleaning dragged on terribly long. "Jesus— can you go any faster?" You spat, jerking away from their hand suddenly. They rolled their eyes, quickly coiling fingers in your hair and yanking your head back into position. You hissed at them as they resumed tending to your scales, eyes narrowed to slits. "I wouldn't have to be so cruel if you'd just comply, Stheno." They murmured, leaning into your face. You felt your face heat up even more now as you debated on if it'd be worth it to strike them or not. "I wouldn't be such a bitch if you'd just hurry." You muttered, tossing your gaze to the side. You hated them and you hated how calm they were.

Finally, they leaned back, releasing you from their clutches as they rose back to their feet. "See what happens when you're good? That wasn't hard at all." They mused, ruffling your hair. You bit back a derogatory comment as nails dug into your knees. "I do hope you'll grow comfortable in your new skin, Stheno. It suits you well." Maybe they hit their head and that's why they were being like this, you thought. You rolled onto your side, facing away from them in a silent demonstration that you were done with this stupid conversation. A warm chuckle escaped the scientist as they gathered their things.

"Very well, Stheno. You should rest for now... goodnight."