I've waited too long. The project is in danger. My objectivity has- Is at risk of being compromised. I cannot afford any further delay. They are still childlike, but no more time can be wasted. Even this, in the end, was a foolish diversion. It does not matter if they can understand. It does not matter what they look like, or if they can think, or what they feel. This is not what i made them for. I need to regain my focus. I need to regain control. I need to remember why i'm doing this. I knew when I began what this would entail. I knew what i'd have to do. I knew there'd be no going back.
No forgiveness.
Decisions were made all for this greater purpose to create these living tools. To even consider... Such selfish sentimentality gets people killed. There is only one choice. I told myself i'd make whatever sacrifices necessary to achieve my goals. I'm not going back on my word. I'm the only one who can do this. Who will do this. There are no other options. No matter what it takes. The greatest test of my strength. I am determined.
I.
Will.
Not.
Fail.
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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...
