18TH STAR CONSTELLATION: [ ̶H̶]ATE/BLACK SOUL [FOUR]

CHAPTER 33: HEADSHOT

Here we are, at Sans' dad's house.

Heh, San's dad's, lol.

Sans: here we are, kiddo.

Sephas: ...What are we doing here again?

Yeah Sans, you basically kidnap me here.

Sans: we're here to check your soul by asking G, and why you aren't going full monke on monsters and humans.

Sephas: Yeah... monke. Pft.

Sans POV

this kid is... weird to say the least. i mean, his soul trait is hate, and he's not going to around murdering everyone. he's docile compared to the other kid when he got hate in his soul.

Sephas' POV

KNOCK! KNOCK!

Sans knocked the door, and we waited.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

CLICK!

Somebody opened the door... it's him. I can't believe this is the same autistic guy who speaks in middle finge- hands.

Gaster: Sans, what are you doing here?

Sans: well G, we got a situation here.

Gaster: What kind of situation, Sans?

Sans: why don't we talk about this inside the house.

Gaster: Sure, sure.

The three of us entered the building and head to the living room.

All of us sat down on the chairs.

Gaster: So, the situation you're talking about from before.

Sans: kid, show him.

Sephas: Show what? My collection of Shocking Pink?

Sans: the what? no. i mean your soul.

Sephas: Oh! Okay, okay...

...Awkward.

Anyway, I showed Gaster my soul.

Gaster's eye widened at the sight of my soul

Geez, why is everyone today getting surprised by my soul? I mean, I'm nothing special and just a trash to the society.

Gaster: Y-You... Why aren't you attacking us?

...What.

Sephas: Sans, what is he talking about?

I don't fucking know what's happening.

Sans: ...calm down, G. he's not hostile like the other one.

Gaster: Still, we need to examine his soul to see if he has any... side effects.

Side effects? Like what? Killing civilization? I don't think so.

Gaster: I need to get a sample of your blood.

Sephas: You meant to say "stabbing me with sharp metallic apparatus" is what you're saying, right?

I'm not a fan of needles... and spiders too.

Gaster: Yes.

Gaster walk to the nearest drawer and bought the needle.

Gaster menacingly walk to me.

Gaster: Now, now, Sephas. Your blood might be the cure for solving the hate problem.

I quickly stand up.