Loving Every Bone in Your Body

Entry 3.2 || Snowdrop

Snowdrop, a flower that means hope and a new beginning.

The thick blanket around you did very little to calm your nerves. It did bring feeling back into your limbs, however, which was why it'd been wrapped around you. You stare at your pink fingers as they trembled and burned.

"How are you doing?" You look up, meeting Gaster's gaze. He stood at the back of the very small cellar, just about two arm lengths away from your shivering, sitting form.

"I can feel." You mumbled. Gaster sighed through his nose.

"Humans seem to find that pushing themselves beyond their natural limits is fun." You can hear the humor on his tongue but you don't laugh. Instead you watch him as he continues working on the large machine. The machine you never knew existed until a handful of minutes ago.

The moment you agreed to listen to Gaster he immediately led you back through the woods to Sans's house. Instead of going inside he went around back. For a moment you thought he had led you to a dead end on purpose, but then summoned hands to push the snow away.

There was a cellar door hidden at your feet.

You assumed it was going to be locked, but Gaster pulled the doors open with his magic hands and led you inside.

It was dark and rank and when the small light bulbs swinging overhead turned on you had felt a surge of nerves.

Blueprints and notes hung on every wall like a mad man's ramblings. They were everywhere, covered with red threads leading and weaving back and forth like a labyrinth. At one end of the room there was a small chair and blanket and in the other a large tarp covering something that pulsed and glowed.

Before you could even fully take a step inside Gaster was pulling the blanket over your shoulders and ushering you to sit.

"This might take a while." He'd said. "Warm up." Then he pulled the tarp off and your mind went fuzzy as you stared at the machine.

Parts of it you could see fine but there were other sections that, even as you tried to look, just wouldn't... come into focus. As if parts of it were blurred out so you wouldn't recognize it. It hurt to look at for too long so you stared at the papers on the walls.

"What is that?" You asked Gaster.

At first glance, you couldn't read the writing on most of the blueprints. They were covered in a series of symbols written around designs. Most of it looked like numbers spewed out- calculations and possibilities. By itself the equations didn't make sense and you're sure even if you were given the context you still wouldn't understand.

"This is a version of the machine that I built." You peeked at him, trying not to look at the semi-mind breaking contraption. Instead you focused on how his summoned hands worked while he stood still.

"The thing that... Made you like this?" You see him flinch.

"Yes. While mine was destroyed along with me, my notes on it were left. I watched Sans pick up my work without knowing who I was." That made you frown. You pulled the blanket tighter around you.

"Why would he do that?" More on the nose, how. No offense to Sans, but you never really saw him as some scientific machine expert. Between the horrible puns and his laziness, he didn't seem to have time to learn rocket science. Then again... Sans always seemed to know more. Whether it was about Frisk or how he was the only one to be aware of you and the kid jumping through time. You cast a glance around the notes on the walls.