"A҉l҉r҉i҉g҉h҉t҉,҉ ҉t҉h҉e҉.҉.҉.҉ ҉m҉e҉c҉h҉a҉n҉i҉s҉m҉ ҉i҉s҉ ҉i҉n҉ ҉p҉l҉a҉c҉e҉.҉ ҉I҉'҉v҉e҉ ҉c҉h҉e҉c҉k҉e҉d҉ ҉m҉y҉ ҉c҉a҉l҉c҉u҉l҉a҉t҉i҉o҉n҉s҉ ҉s҉e҉v҉e҉r҉a҉l҉ ҉t҉i҉m҉e҉s҉.҉ ҉E҉v҉e҉r҉y҉t҉h҉i҉n҉g҉ ҉i҉s҉ ҉i҉n҉ ҉o҉r҉d҉e҉r҉" Gaster said, placing his hand into the straps on the table. "I҉ ҉m҉u҉s҉t҉ ҉r҉e҉m҉e҉m҉b҉e҉r҉.҉.҉.҉ ҉t҉h҉i҉s҉ ҉i҉s҉ ҉t҉h҉e҉ ҉o҉n҉l҉y҉ ҉w҉a҉y҉ ҉I҉ ҉c҉a҉n҉ ҉e҉a҉s҉i҉l҉y҉ ҉g҉e҉t҉ ҉t҉h҉e҉ ҉a҉m҉o҉u҉n҉t҉ ҉o҉f҉ ҉m҉a҉g҉i҉c҉a҉l҉.҉.҉.҉ ҉m҉a҉t҉e҉r҉i҉a҉l҉ ҉r҉e҉q҉u҉i҉r҉e҉d҉.҉" he continued, fastening the straps to keep his hand in place. "T҉h҉e҉r҉e҉ ҉a҉r҉e҉ ҉n҉o҉ ҉o҉t҉h҉e҉r҉ ҉w҉i҉d҉e҉ ҉a҉n҉d҉ ҉s҉o҉l҉i҉d҉ ҉p҉l҉a҉c҉e҉s҉ ҉o҉n҉ ҉m҉y҉ ҉b҉o҉d҉y҉ ҉t҉h҉a҉t҉ ҉a҉r҉e҉ ҉e҉a҉s҉i҉l҉y҉ ҉a҉c҉c҉e҉s҉s҉i҉b҉l҉e҉.҉.҉.҉ ҉a҉s҉i҉d҉e҉ ҉f҉r҉o҉m҉ ҉m҉y҉ ҉s҉k҉u҉l҉l҉,҉ ҉w҉h҉i҉c҉h҉ ҉i҉s҉ ҉n҉o҉t҉ ҉a҉n҉ ҉o҉p҉t҉i҉o҉n҉.҉ ҉T҉h҉i҉s҉ ҉i҉s҉ ҉h҉e҉ ҉o҉n҉l҉y҉ ҉w҉a҉y҉.҉" He silently switched on the machine, mentally preparing himself for what was coming. "I҉'҉v҉e҉ ҉d҉o҉n҉e҉ ҉t҉h҉e҉ ҉c҉a҉l҉c҉u҉l҉a҉t҉i҉o҉n҉s҉.҉ ҉T҉h҉e҉r҉e҉ ҉s҉h҉o҉u҉l҉d҉ ҉b҉e҉ ҉n҉o҉ ҉e҉f҉f҉e҉c҉t҉ ҉t҉o҉ ҉m҉y҉ ҉d҉e҉x҉t҉e҉r҉i҉t҉y҉." Breathing heavily now he stared at his hand and the dotted line showing where the laser would cut. "I҉ ҉c҉a҉n҉ ҉w҉i҉t҉h҉s҉t҉a҉n҉d҉ ҉t҉h҉e҉ ҉d҉a҉m҉a҉g҉e҉ ҉w҉i҉t҉h҉o҉u҉t҉ ҉p҉u҉t҉t҉i҉n҉g҉ ҉m҉y҉s҉e҉l҉f҉ ҉i҉n҉ ҉d҉a҉n҉g҉e҉r҉.҉ ҉I҉ ҉k҉n҉o҉w҉ ҉m҉y҉ ҉c҉o҉n҉c҉l҉u҉s҉i҉o҉n҉s҉ ҉a҉r҉e҉ ҉c҉o҉r҉r҉e҉c҉t҉.҉" he added, reaching for his wallet. "T҉h҉e҉r҉e҉ ҉i҉s҉ ҉n҉o҉t҉h҉i҉n҉g҉ ҉t҉o҉ ҉f҉e҉a҉r҉.҉" he said, grabbing his wallet and placing it in his mouth. "I҉t҉'҉s҉ ҉o҉n҉l҉y҉ ҉f҉i҉v҉e҉ ҉s҉e҉c҉o҉n҉d҉s҉.҉" he reassured himself, shaking slightly. " M҉y҉ ҉h҉a҉n҉d҉ ҉i҉s҉ ҉i҉n҉ ҉p҉l҉a҉c҉e҉,҉ ҉a҉n҉d҉ ҉t҉h҉e҉ ҉m҉e҉c҉h҉a҉n҉i҉s҉m҉ ҉i҉s҉ ҉r҉e҉a҉d҉y҉.҉" staring at the lime green button. "I҉ ҉j҉u҉s҉t҉ ҉n҉e҉e҉d҉ ҉t҉o҉.҉.҉.҉ ҉p҉r҉e҉s҉s҉ ҉t҉h҉e҉ ҉b҉u҉t҉t҉o҉n҉.҉" he continued shakily, hand curling into a fist. "I҉ ҉j҉u҉s҉t҉ ҉n҉e҉e҉d҉ ҉t҉o҉.҉.҉.҉" he said, screwing his eyes shut as they began to glow a bright purple, shaking uncontrollably now. With a deep breath he slammed his fist down and the machine whirred to life and a red laser shot down and began to cut through his bone, creating unimaginable pain. "A҉h҉A҉g҉A҉h҉G҉A҉h҉!҉" Gaster screamed as spears of pain shot down his arm, his free hand curling sharply into the table. Then the machine shut off and Gaster was left there, panting uncontrollably from the pain. Using his freed hand he tenderly picked up the piece of bone left behind and placed it carefully in a canister full of a bluey-green liquid. Putting his skull in his hands he sighed shakily. "O҉n҉e҉ ҉d҉o҉w҉n҉.҉.҉.҉" he murmured.
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Handplates
FanfictionYes, this is a written version of the Handplates comic series by Zarla on Deviantart. Gaster, the old royal scientist, has successfully created two new skeletons but now comes the more arduous task. training them... There will possibly be another bo...
