My Greatest Experiment (Skelebros' Origin Story)

Entry 31

January 15, 2006

~Gaster~

So. Christmas was a disaster. Or it was, until Sans found his gift from me. Heh. You should have seen it. The moment he saw his sibling, he literally dropped everything and came running to me. As you can imagine, I wasn't exactly pleased with him after his earlier display. However, when he began to profusely apologize—there was even a point when he was in tears—I forgave him, and things returned to a kind of normalcy.

Well... I suppose it's a redefined kind of normalcy (though a normalcy all the same). With the introduction of this newest creation of mine, the dynamic between the two of us seems to have shifted slightly. He seems to finally appreciate what I'm doing for him, and so goes out of his way to help me with my experiments and things. It's rather cute, actually. He's very concerned with my health—he's always asking me if I want him to take the drain crystal, so I can get the occasional break. While the proposition is tempting... I always make sure to turn him down. This isn't his responsibility. Though he may have a far greater Maiga output than I do, he is still a child, and I fear that he may not be able to take the strain of having his magic drained in such a way.

But then... if I am put into a coma again, as I was in my last experiment, I may have no choice. I want to avoid including Asgore for as long as possible, and my assistants just don't have the Maiga to power Papyrus's capsule.

But in any case, the Christmas crisis is over, and that chapter of our lives closed. A new one has begun, and Sans is eagerly awaiting me to start writing on the page...

Sorry, I'm being overly metaphorical. I suppose I'm just trying to buy myself time. See, Sans has been bugging me all week about when I'm going to give his sibling a soul. I eventually got annoyed by his constant questioning, and so he got me to agree on the date of 7 January. ...Today, in other words. And, after my last experience with mutilating my soul... I'm not exactly enthused at the thought of doing it again, to say the least.

But a promise is a promise. One of my principals is that promises must—must—be made good on, regardless of evolving conditions or potential risks. Yes, I know. That must seem like an oddly ethical sentiment for a scientist like myself uphold. So let me just say that I have my reasons.

*Ahem*

But anyway, I plan to make the cut today. Unlike last time, however, I won't be attempting it on my own. All of my lab assistants will be in attendance, and they have assured me that they'll help in any way that they can. Sans is particularly enthusiastic, though it will be Katrina that I rely most heavily on. It will be up to her to keep me alive. I almost feel bad, imposing on her like this... but unfortunately, there's no one else that I would trust to cauterize my soul. According to her, I needed surgery immediately after the removal of Sans' soul. I doubt it will be any different this time. If anything, it will be even more imperative. After the removal of this second piece, only 55% of my original soul will remain.

That's not very much, and while the calculations seem to suggest that I'll be fine... there is a large margin of error. I wouldn't be surprised if I were to suffer from a base deficiency, a loss of Maiga output, or even permanent amnesia...

...

No. There's no point in dwelling on the risks. I've already decided to do this. I can't go back now—not with their body already developing, and Sans already expecting it. And besides, I promised.

I've already briefed Davis on what to do with the piece after it's been separated, and Katrina has already prepped a room for the surgery that will be required afterwards. And Sans... well... I'd actually prefer it if he weren't there. I don't think he understands just what this procedure entails. I've told him that it's dangerous, but I doubt that he's even considered death as a possibility.