My Greatest Experiment (Skelebros' Origin Story)

Entry 26

September 16, 2005

~Gaster~

...Where do I start? Um... the removal went well, as you have probably gleaned from the recordings I made yesterday. Why did I make recordings, you may ask, when I could have just written everything in this journal in an organized and coherent fashion? Well, it is obviously for your, the reader's, benefit. Not my own. Of course. What reasons would I possibly have for recording anything otherwise? Absolutely none. I'm not sentimental. Don't you think that for a moment. I am a logical, straight-forward scientist. And just because I have a... a son now, doesn't mean I'm suddenly going to become a fountain of love and affection.

(Ahem.) Anyway, Sans fell asleep soon after the events of the recordings yesterday. I'm not surprised. It was his first day of consciousness, after all, and his soul still hasn't grown used to the strain of analyzing daily stimuli. As such, I'm keeping him in the infirmary for now, just in case. I haven't let my aides meet him yet, either. Though they aren't entirely happy about that, I feel he needs a controlled environment until he gets used to being conscious, so as not to be overwhelmed. ...Again, this is not for sentimental reasons. I have no desire to keep him to myself. That is not the case, and I do not know why anyone would assume that. Stop assuming that. I know you are, you future readers from who-knows-when.

...The stress is obviously getting to me. I don't know why I'm acting so... so defensive all of a sudden. I mean... I don't even have anyone to defend myself against. There's no guarantee that anyone will ever read this. And even if they were to read it, why am I automatically assuming what you're thinking is jovial? (Sigh.) Whatever. Moving on.

As of right now, at a glance, Sans seems healthy, and is doing well. However, I have yet to run any conclusive examinations on him, so I don't really know how well things are going beneath the surface. That's the goal for today-to give Sans an extensive physical and mental examination. His soul also needs attention, though that may be easier said than done.

He doesn't yet have the speech skills to assist me, and though a lot can be gleaned from a soul's appearance and response to magic stimuli, I still need him to... "tell me where it hurts," as it were. Oh well. This can't wait. His soul is the most volatile and unknown variable in Sans' situation-beyond just being grown from my own, it's also been infused with DETERMINATION. It need to examine it presently, so I can make sure that Sans is going to be okay on his own. I will also check his stats and magical abilities today, if I have time. It will be interesting to see how the DETERMINATION has affected these things, especially his... magic...

(Sigh.) I'm sorry, I've a little bit distracted at the moment. Since meeting me yesterday, Sans has been... what's the word? Oh yes. Clingy. He hasn't left my side for a moment after waking up this morning. In fact, even as I'm writing this, he's sitting on the back of my swivel chair, and leaning on top of my head. It's distracting, and somewhat painful (especially on top of the headache this blasted translator is giving me), but even so... I just can't bring myself to tell him to stop. Is this normal behavior? For a father to indulge his child in such activities? And why, if it gives me a headache... do I find myself enjoying the attention? This is a mystery that I have yet to solve.

But in any case, he's sitting in such a way that he has his mandibles on my head, and his arms are wrapped around my neck. This way, he has a great view of my work as I write in this journal-he seems fascinated by the way I'm making words simply "appear" on the page.

He'll occasionally start muttering to himself under his breath, as well. Most of it is incoherent babble, but I'm starting to pick out more familiar syllables, and, on occasion, words. Just by listening to me speak to him, he seems to be picking up on the basics of the English language. To be completely frank, I'm amazed. The speed at which he's learning is astronomical. I can't help but wonder whether this is a result of his apparent intelligence, or of the remnant of my prior knowledge in his soul... Well, I suppose there's no real way to know for certain.