My Greatest Experiment (Skelebros' Origin Story)

Entry 25

September 15, 2005

*You glance briefly at a few of the next entries. Most of them don't seem very interesting—just notes on Sans' growth (which seems to have normalized, and was going smoothly), along with a little bit of commentary from Gaster's assistants.*

*After Gaster realized their potential, it seems as if he'd tried to make the most of their abilities, and specialized each of his assistant's roles in the community project that had become Sans' development. Katrina was put in charge of noting Sans' health and development. Marlin was responsible for the capsule's maintenance. Davis took samples of the supplement fluid, and made sure that the chemical makeup was optimal. And Carl... well, he just helped out the others. The art of cloning didn't really call for the skills of a fledgling quantum physicist.*

*Gaster was given back the drain crystal, and continued to provide magic for Sans and direct his assistants. In fact, in his spare time, Gaster had started to tutor each of his newly discovered students in their area of choice, slowly working them towards taking over his pet projects. Marlin and Carl were eventually put in supervision of the core workers, and Katrina and Davis were spear-heading a few of Gaster's less dangerous experiments on DETERMINATION. It seemed life in the lab had starting anew, and was slowly falling into a better, new-and-improved routine.*

*That is, until you reached Entry 25. Then, it seemed, things were about to change once again...*

~Davis~

Aaaalright. Let's see how little Sansy's doing today, shall we?

Heh. It's been a while since I was last on journal duty. Writing in the Doc's journal isn't really that big a deal anymore—not since Katrina totally burned the Doc back in June—but I'm somehow still really excited about it. Weird, huh? I mean, even though all I'm gonna be doin' is checking the supplement fluid's chemistry, I've still got this weird sense that something important's gonna happen soon.

According to Katrina, Sans is almost done developing. In other words, he's almost at the equivalent size of a 12-year-old skeleton. Oh, and his soul is at its full size, too. It's still a little bit on the smaller size, but Doc says that's because of the way it was created... whatever that means. I'm no expert on biology. But whatever the case, Doc said that as soon as Sans' soul starts to show signs of consciousness, we can take 'em out of his capsule thingy. With him being his full size now and everything, it should be pretty soon... according to Doc's predictions, maybe even sometime this month.

Everyone's really excited about it, but nobody's more excited than the Doc. He's been more energetic recently than I've ever seen him—running up and down the halls like a mad monster, constantly checking Sans' Soulwave Monitor... I mean, he's even cleaning. Dr. Gaster, king of organized chaos... is cleaning the lab. Wow. And if that's not enough, he's even clearing out the archive. Not just reorganizing it for the umpteenth time, but completely clearing it and digitizing it. The Doc's a real pen-and-paper kind of guy, if you haven't already noticed. (We're writing in a journal, remember?) But he's actually willing to digitize, just to clear the room out and transform it into a bedroom for Sans. Actually, I think he's in there right now, repainting it. Wow. Having a child can really change a person, huh?

But anyway, I'm getting off topic. I'm taking a sample of the nutrition-fluid-stuff now. The Doc installed this little tap-thingy into the side of the tube to make it easier for me. Sans' capsule kinda looks like a giant water dispenser now. Actually, now that I think about it... it was probably Marlin that installed it. How do I know that? Well, there's a 50-50 chance that I'll get sprayed whenever I take the samples. Doc wouldn't do something like that, so I can only assume that it was Marlin—he's probably trying to get back at me for the exploding salt prank.