//LOG ENTRY MADE
5:30 PM UDT
W.D. GASTER
I've been reviewing old memories and...
What have I become?
//FLASHBACK//
THREE WEEKS AGO
- GASTER HAS JUST BROKEN SANS' ARM - TAPE MEMORY FOOTAGE ACCESSED -
Gaster looks down at the small form hunched on the white tiles. The anger fades quickly, draining through his feet and onto the tiles below. Guilt blossoms just as quickly, and Gaster feels a horror crawl into his gut. Sans lies on the floor, unconscious. His arm is in pieces, having been forced over the desk, only a few seconds before.
Gaster feels horror. 1-S is just a child, just a young skeleton, like Gaster was all those years ago. He chokes down a swallow as he looks at the jagged break that slices through one bone and fractures the other. He still sees the skeleton trembling.
Gaster schools his expression and sucks in a breath. He picks up 1-S with this blue magic, floating him several inches above the ground. Blue light illuminates his face, knotted from the pain. Slowly, carefully, he opens the door and glides the unconscious skeleton through it. He walks them both to the spare cell, away from 2-P.
Gently resting the skeleton on the cold tiles of his cell room, he activates the beams and watches the sleeping child. A tear slides down his nose and drips off his chin.
He hastily wipes it away and hastens back to his room. Guilt twists around his gut.
He'll check his computer, but...
but...
He thinks of the crumpled form on the floor, and feels sick. Why did he do this? What was the cause? Was it really worth the corruption of such a precious SOUL?
perhaps a coffee first.
//FLASHBACK CLOSED//
//LOG ENTRY MADE
5:45 PM UDT
W.D. GASTER
I'm a monster.
I'm calling this project off.
I'm setting the children free.
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