2 Sans and a Papyrus (Undertale story)

Escape

Made November 17, 2019

Edited May 13, 2022

Fira's pov
I miss being blissfully unaware. When I was tested on and it hurt I would get a little comfort since I was still a baby. But that changed when I turned five. When I hurt I was left to wallow in my own pain. All that DETERMINATION. It still hurts.

But one good thing about it was whenever the dose did kill me I could go back. I could RESET and try again. Convince him to lower the dosage. The person who did this to me was my father, but I never called him that. No, I only ever called him doctor or "the doctor". I felt no familial bonds with him. And of course since monster experimentation was illegal I was a secret from the whole Underground.

Only the doctor knew of my existence, and that's how he wanted it.

"EX-1 time for your next dose." He didn't even look at me. Only scribbled on his papers. I got up, followed him.

'Why? Why do I do this to myself?'

I didn't know. We entered the testing lab. I laid on the table while he hooked me up to the machines and an IV drip. He pulled out a syringe filled with determination and stuck it in my humerus, injecting it in and pulling out the needle. No matter how much I prepared for the pain, it always hurt in the end. As the pain flared up I screamed. I knew then that I was gonna die again. I could distinguish the pain of death and the pain of determination killing me. If I was going to live, the determination would feel like fire across my frame. But this pain I felt now, it was like I was being stabbed multiple times in the soul.
Over and over and over again.

I allowed the blackness to take me. Two buttons. RESET... CONTINUE. I pressed continue. We were walking to the testing lab. I stopped. Got down on my knees and begged. "PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF SCIENCE LOWER THE DOSAGE! IF YOU DON’T YOU WON'T HAVE AN EXPERIMENT ANYMORE!" He looked at me, staring for a long time. Then he sighed.

"Fine." And he did lower the dosage. As I was put in my cell an idea came to mind. I was sick of being his experiment. But it usually hurts too much to move.

'But what if I ran away now while his guard was down. He wouldn't test on me for the next three days anyway. He always locked himself in the lab furthest from my cell.'

Perfect.

And as if on time he walked away after he checked my vitals one last time. I forced myself up and bit back a scream of pain. I had barely used magic myself but I had to now, if I was gonna break out. So my sockets glowed in golden light as I summoned up my magic and attempted to manifest it into a claw attack.

It was an attack I presumed that I had
gotten from my mother's side of the family. I never knew her and presumed the reason why she wasn't here was the reason why the doctor did this to me.

The pain nearly made me scream in agony, but I lashed the attack out and ripped the cell door apart.

The doctor never saw me use magic, even when he tried to get me to use it. He eventually decided that my magic never manifested and we never trained again.

Now I struggled out of my cell pain flaring up and down my wolf-like frame. Somehow I made it out of the lab without much trouble.

Two days later

Gaster POV

I walked over to EX-1's cell to find it sliced open and that she was gone. I charged to the elevator.

'Whoever did this was gonna pay! That was my experiment! I was gonna make the humans pay! I was gonna get us out with her DETERMINATION!’

I charged at the closest intern.

"WHERE IS SHE!" I demanded.

"W-who?" the intern responded back.

"WHERE IS EX-1!" I started to swear profusely in wingdings.

"I-I don't kn-know what y-you’re talking about s-sir!" I realized the intern was telling the truth. I swore more and tried to interrogate more interns. None were successful. Eventually I settled for trashing my lab in fury. I don't know who got EX-1 out. But she would have to come back eventually. She didn't know how to live in the real world. She would come back.