A Bad Time

Introduction

Toriel broke her gaze away as a sickening crack resonated through the throne room. She felt her eyes stinging and she trembled as her husband, Asgore, killed the human child.

            What a relief it's over, she thought. 

            "Now that you have that soul," she said, her head still spinning. "You can go up to the surface and break the barrier with six more souls." 

            "What?" Asgore's deep voice boomed. He stared at her in shock, his voice shaking with fury. "You want me to go up there, and what? Ask the humans, no, beg them for six more souls? I am a king! And those humans-!" He spat. "They killed our son!

            "No, Toriel. This cannot be resolved like that. I will wait for six more humans to fall down here. They aren't that intelligent-- six are bound to fall quickly. I shall use their souls." His voice grew quieter with each word until it was barely audible. Toriel snapped her head up in disbelief. 

            "WHAT? YOU'RE JUST GOING TO STAY HERE, LETTING NOT ONLY THE MONSTERS OF YOUR KINGDOM," She jabbed his chest. "BUT ALSO INNOCENT HUMANS SUFFER JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE TOO WEAK AND PROUD TO ASK?!"  

            "Tori-" Asgore started in vain to calm his wife down, but she cut him off. 

            "DON'T YOU 'TORI' ME! THIS IS THE LAST STRAW!

            "Fine." She said menacingly. "You want to take away those humans? Then I'll stop you." And with that, Toriel stormed out of the room. Asgore watched her leave with a heavy heart. First his children, Chara and Asriel... Now his wife too. Tears sprang into his eyes. How much longer would he suffer?

            Not that much longer, he reminded himself. Just six souls, six human souls-- and he'd wreak vengeance upon all the humans above. With that hopeful thought, he picked up the human child, the body still warm, and took it to the specially made casket. It was designed to extract the human soul and put it into a vial that could be kept somewhere safe. 

             A red soul bounced into the vial as he closed the top. It glowered at him, and he took it. 

            "Gaster!" Asgore shouted. Immediately, his royal scientist appeared at his side, paperwork in hand. 

            "Yes, my lord?" His rippling voice said smoothly. Asgore handed Gaster the soul, then pointed at the casket. 

            "I need six more of these caskets made. Promptly!" His scientist's eyes widened. 

            "U-u-uh, b-b-but sir, these are extremely difficult to make, and the time to make it--"

            "It matters not. I need them quickly. Do you not want to escape the underground, Gaster? Are you not a loyal monster?" They locked eyes, and silently argued, until Gaster gave in. 

            "Yes, my lord. I shall make them as soon as possible." With the human soul in hand, he went off into his lab. As soon as he entered and closed the door, he threw his paperwork down. 

            "How am I supposed to make six of these!" He yelled to himself, clutching his bare head. "Making one is difficult enough as it is... But six!" He sank into his chair, still holding his head. "Why can't human souls be duplicated like monsters? That'd make my whole job easier--" He cut himself off. 

            "A monster soul..." He jumped up. "Maybe I won't need to make the six on my own. " He bustled about immediately around his large lab. "Maybe I can make them... With a little assistance!"

            For the next few days, Gaster scurried about his lab, going back and forth, papers flying everywhere. He ate only when Asgore sent someone with food. He slept only a few hours at a time. He was much too excited and stressed to properly sleep. The only time he properly sat down was to extract a part of himself from his hand. He had taken some anesthetics, but it still stung badly. Still, he went on. He needed a piece of himself to make another monster. 

           At last, after a week of consistent work and little else, he looked proudly at his masterpiece. A small skeleton floated in the large glass cylinder fill with water, his eyes closed peacefully. He was made of Gaster, by Gaster, for Gaster. He smiled widely. This was one of his greatest works. 

           Gaster pressed a few buttons, and the cylinder slowly tilted backwards until it was horizontal, then drained itself until all that was left was the skeleton. Gaster pulled him out, then lay  him on a bed. He walked to the other side of the lab, where a blue monster soul awaited. He took it to the skeleton, opened it, and took it into his hands. He paused, then shoved it into his chest. 

           A moment passed. Then another. Gaster waited, until he was it wasn't coming to life. 

           "Why?...What...But I-....nononono, I did it right..." He got up and turned around, shuffling through his papers, until there was a sudden intake of breath loudly behind him. Gaster whirled back to see the skeleton's eyes wide open, his chest heaving from taking large breaths. Gaster stared mesmerized, his jaw slack. 

          "W-where am I? W-who a-are you? Wh-who am I?!" He had started off groggily, but his voice gradually got more frantic. The royal scientist rushed over. 

          "Shhhh. Calm down," he said soothingly. "My name is Gaster and this is my lab. I made you. And you're, well..." He hesitated. What would he name him? 

          "Sans." He decided. "Your name is Sans. Sans the skeleton." Sans looked at him wonderingly, then smiled toothily. 

          "Sans... I like it!" He started to sing to himself, just saying his name over and over. Gaster smiled. Yes... Yes, he was perfect. 

          "Rest now, Sans. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow." He tucked him in, and watched as he fell asleep. 

          Yes, it would definitely be a big day tomorrow.