Handplates

Let's play sardines next

"Subject 2, come out here." said Gaster, deactivating the lasers. "Uh, okay. Where are we going?" S-2 responded, standing up and walking over to him. "Shhh." Gaster silenced quickly, reactivating the lasers. "Now I have opened several normally locked doors. You three minutes to find a place to hide. When those three minutes are up, I will come find you." Gaster intstructed, looking down at the clipboard in his hands. "Don't bother coming back here to try and release subject 1, the door lock will not open." he continued in a warning tone. "Uh... okay. What if you don't find me? Do I win?" asked S-2, a playful light flaring up in his eyes. "This isn't a game. Go." Gaster said, scribbling a note down on the paper. S-2 found the best spots he could, but even in the most difficult to find places, Gaster still found him. S-2 began to get confused before Gaster stopped and went to get S-1.

"Alright Subject 1, it's you turn." Gaster said, deactivating the lasers while holding S-2 close beside him. "You have three minutes to go and hide." S-1 frowned. "What, not going to break my legs first? How thoughtful of you." S-1 joked humorlessly. "You're wasting time." Gaster retorted. S-1 padded off quickly. Frowning to himself. The same as what happened to S-2, S-1 got found again and again. No matter where he hid. Eventually, Gaster returned him to S-2. "Now, both you go hide. You've got five minutes." Gaster said. "What are you up to?" S-1 asked Gaster. "Four minutes and fifty five seconds." Gaster counted, ignoring S-1 completely. "Come on brother, I know a really good spot this time!!" S-2 exclaimed, grabbing S-1's hand and pulled him along behind him. And again, no matter where they hid. They were found. 

"Accounting for the travelling distance... hmm." Gaster whispered to himself. "Ugh. I really thought we'd win that one for sure!" S-2 pouted, stamping his foot on the ground. "Why are you doing this?" asked S-1, frowning. "To test something..." Gaster answered. "And to prove a point." he added, scribbling a note in the small space left at the bottom of the clipboard. "I had a really good spot that time, I don't get it!! How do you keep finding us? It's not fair!" S-22 winged, his fists clenching into balls. "I will always find you no matter how far you run, and no matter where you hide." Gaster said ominously, his words hanging in the air. S-1 frowned, his mind churning away as S-2 followed Gaster as he walked away, spreading his arms wide. That's when S-1 saw the handplate. "But why! Are you cheating or something? I don't get it..." S-2 exclaimed.