//LOG ENTRY MADE
2:13 AM UDT
W.D. GASTER
1-S' condition seems to be improving - he's less despondent and tired than before, to say the least. He's appetite hasn't returned, but he applies himself to the vision with keen understanding. However, his usual idleness seems to be replaced with something greater, something harsher... Somehow, I doubt this change has come from a desire to improve his mind... but for now, it serves my purposes well.
He asks a lot about the ability to fight, and that, combined with this anger, is a little worrying. However, with appropriate caution, I can prevent a rebellion easily. Perhaps I should act pre-emptively?
//LOG ENTRY PAUSED
//RESUMED
4:32 AM UDT
W.D. GASTER
Furthermore, another question has been plaguing me: should I up the pill dosage to two pills a day? It would be more efficient, and subject 1-S has requested it several times. How bad could it be, to indulge a skeleton a little?
I should get some sleep. It's a big day tomorrow.
// LOG ENTRY CLOSED
//VIDEO CAM CELL 1 "1-S AND 2-P" TAPES REVIEWED
- THREE HOURS OF FOOTAGE WATCHED -
//DASHBOARD NOTE CREATED
7:57 AM UDT
W. D. GASTER
why am I doing this?
too much coffee.
I'm losing my damn mind.
//SHUTDOWN COMMENCED
8:03AM UDT
//POWER OFF
***
Sans closes Gaster's computer analogue with a click. He drums his fingers on the desk. He's seen enough for today.
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FanfictionTwo white pills sit in front of Sans. They're white, whiter than his chapped bones, and they're round and smooth. Where did they come from? Certainly, he never saw the Doc making them, and they haven't been out on his desk... So, by all logic, they...
