A Glitch In Time (An Undertale Story)// DISCONTINUED

Chapter Seven: CORE

It has been a while since I have gotten to see the two skeletons, and the suspension was driving me towards the path of madness. I wanted...no, I needed to know if S-104 had completed healing successfully. I needed to know how they were created, and why they're there at all! Not knowing these things made me feel....ignorant, and I despised it.

Having nothing to do, I would keep track of days passing by, by etching lines down on a piece of paper with a pen, conveniently found at the desk in my room. It has been nearly 3 weeks since my transformation, according to my mathematical skills. Sitting alone, with absolutely nothing to do, did not ease the stress of not seeing Father's other projects, nor help my sanity. Focusing my mind on one thing, which happened to be the tallies on my paper, was about the only reason I had not gone insane...yet.

Father visited much less than before I met 104 and 105. He seemed to be saying less and less each time he visited my humble little room. Whenever I tried to ask him about the skeleton brothers, he would just stop completely on whatever he was doing, and just leave me to my solitude. I eventually didn't even bother, because I could tell anything along the lines of them seemed to upset him. I hated being oblivious to my near surroundings, but I would rather Father not get upset with me.

Now, I just lie on my bed, cozied up with my wool blanket, starting up at the dark ceiling, questions chipping away at my thoughts.

Why won't Father speak of 104 and 105?

Does father treat them the way he treats me?

Do they even remember me?

Why did father put a human trait into 104?

These mind games soon gave me a head ache, and a yawn gave me a signal that rest was needed for my body to continue to function properly. I had been having trouble sleeping since I healed that skeleton, and the dark circles under my eyes became more visible by the day. In cooperation, I slowly let my drooping eyelids close shut and I drifted into a dream-induced slumber.

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My eyes blinked open to find I was in a dark room. Despite my memory telling me the I had just fallen asleep in my bed, I could undeniably tell that I was sitting upright in a uncomfortable wooden chair. I tried to stand up, merely to discover that I was tied down at the wrists, ankles and torso. I could faintly tell that they were leather straps by the feeling of them on my bare forearms. I exhaled deeply, biting my lip in annoyance.

Great. I thought. Just what I needed.

Looking down, I could scarcely make out that I was wearing  the same outfit from the first dream I had with Doctor Gaster in it, and I blinked in confusion.

It wasn't long before the room was filled with a brilliantly bright light and I had to squint to make out much of anything. After my eyes soon adjusted, I could see the the room wasn't so much heavily-lighted, but everything was blindingly WHITE. The floor tiles, the walls, the numerous tables scattered with equation-filled papers...absolutely everything. The only thing that stood out was a big, black, cylinder-shaped machine. It seemed to be some kind of pod, just barely big enough to fit an adult human...or monster. It's still difficult coming to terms with the fact that these creatures do, in fact, exist.

At the other end of the room, a door blending in with the white walls slid open, and two figures walked in. The first was obviously Father, striding in with his usual gallant posture and arms tucked neatly behind his back. The other was a fair-skin girl, wearing a frilly black dress with a lacey, white collar, blazing white lab coat and black heels that clacked whenever she took a step. Her hair was a shiny silver, curled to perfection, the fell around her pale face, the was complete with bright, magenta eyes.