My Greatest Experiment (Skelebros' Origin Story)

Entry 10

June 27, 2005

~Katrina~

What? Wait, really?! Are you sure? Oh my gosh, this is so cool. Thanks, Dr. Gaster! ...It's already on? Oh! Hee hee... oops. Okay. ...Okay, will do.

Ahem. Uh, hi! I'm Katrina, and I'm in charge of writing down Sans' progress today. I'm sorry about all that stuff in the last paragraph—that wasn't really intentional. You see, I, uh... don't have any arms, so I can't exactly write anything myself. So, to fix that issue, Dr. Gaster made a machine to do it for me. I'm not entirely sure how it works, but from what I understand, it has... um... something to do with my brainwaves? Dr. Gaster gave me a comprehensive explanation, but, to be honest... I only understood about half of what he said. As you can probably guess, he can get really technical sometimes, and doesn't seem to realize that the rest of us don't understand mechanese. (Yes, I just made that word up. It's a mashup of mechanics and Chinese. Pretty cool, huh?)

But anyway, where was I? Oh yeah. It reads my brainwaves, and copies them down. Because of that, I have absolutely no filter. Whatever I think will end up being immortalized forever in Dr. Gaster science journal of goodness! Ooh, actually, that's pretty cool if you think about it. I can say whatever I want, and you guys will end up having to read it! I can't pass up on this opportunity. What have I always wanted to tell people from the future? Uh... striped sweaters are really cool! You should totally make it a fad! ...Why did I say that?! I could have said anything, and I end up talking about sweaters? Great job, Katrina. That was really intelligent of you.

But uh, anyway, as I was saying... I'm Katrina, and Dr. Gaster is letting me take care of Sans for today. It's been a week or so since he woke up from his coma, and since he's still recovering, me, Marlin, Carl and Davis have decided to take some of the weight off of his shoulders. Or, more like Dr. Gaster begrudgingly allowed us to take the weight from his shoulders—we all know that he'd keep all of us out of the loop, if he were capable. He's just the kind of monster that likes his privacy, I suppose. But, luckily for us, his soul is still recovering! He still isn't strong enough to really get back to work yet. (Oh geez, that sounded really callous, didn't it? It's not that I want him hurt—I just meant that... y'know... since he can't do much himself, we get to take over a little bit. Make ourselves useful.)

But all of that aside, everyone has... should I call them shifts? That sounds about right. Throughout the day, everyone has a shift to check on Sans, and make sure everything is going okay. We may not have Dr. Gaster's vast intelligence to draw from, but we can at least check to make sure that the machines are functioning correctly. Oh! But I'm apparently going to be doing more than that today. See, Dr. Gaster gave me this journal to write in, which is, like, a huge responsibility. He's always stressing the importance of good record keeping, so I was really surprised when he let me—me, the assistant who accidentally broke the DT Extractor—take charge of that for today.

Ooh, this is great! It seems he's really starting to warm up to us. He's letting us help take care of Sans, and he's letting me do the record keeping... who knows, maybe we'll be full-blown scientists soon! ...Yeah, I doubt it. But, uh, a girl can dream, right? My parents didn't have the money to send me to college... but now, I'm working with a really great scientist, who's doing really important experiments that will benefit all of monster kind. That's gotta beat out a dusty old classroom.

...I just realized that anyone who reads this is going to be reading for a reason, and it's probably not to hear me ramble. Hee hee... sorry about that. I'll, um... get on with the record keeping, then. Heh heh.