D.E.T.E.R.M.I.N.A.T.I.O.N.

Entry Number 2

The Creation snorted with laughter as he shocked his creator. The Human, That is what he's programmed to already know, wasn't amused. "I am Dr. Frisk of the M.o.n.s.t.e.r. Project." She spoke pushing up her glasses. "I have created you to serve one purpose. Help me figure out what the hell went wrong with you..." Frisk checked her notes as the Robot sat up and wandered around the lab room. It checked out its arms and legs and knew it's full capabilities on instinct. It 'blinked it's eyes' as it wandered around and spoke in the deep but easygoing voice. "So... Frisk. Your a human right... and your saying something went wrong with me and I was decommissioned?" Frisk nodded checking her notes in her holo-log. The thing seemed confused. "So why'd you bring me back?" Frisk smiled "That's the whole point of this experiment. To find out why you were shut down. Also I suppose you'll be needing a name. Since your a
S9-N2 model and your unit acronym is S.A.N.S. I suppose that's what I shall call you. Welcome to the true lab, Sans." Sans seemed to not care what he was called. "Can I at least get some clothes? I don't feel right with my exoskeleton hanging loose." Frisk raised an eye brow. "Your programmed with modesty? Interesting..." she began to write down all the things he would say and do before ordering him to follow her to the fabrication station. Once there She let the machine pick out his clothes to better get a sense of his sentience. He picked a large loose baggy black hoodie with white stripes on the sides of the sleeves, he wore with that a pair of dark blue cargo shorts and red sneakers. "I suppose that will have to do." Frisk said simply and shortly. "Follow me to the battle chamber, I wish to get a full idea of your capabilities."