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Humans were everpresent.
They flooded the earth with their copious numbers, filling every crack of the planet with their bland sameness as if it were a race. They pushed out anything or anyone who stood in the way of their world domination, even their own kin, so it was only foolish of us monsters to think we weren’t next.
The peaceful coexistence between us was thin. It shattered, but the War was only a surprise to the foolish.
And now, bridges burned, the real fools were those who never thought to study and record humans. They were once everywhere, choking us out, and now, in our newfound prison, the rodents were now scarce.
At first I thought their exclusion from our pitiful prison was a positive development but now I see, by Asgore’s recent distress,their absence will pose a much larger problem than ever before. There has only been two dead humans on his hands, one the body of the former royal child, and the other a child so swiftly slain, Asgore has refused me access to studying it, for emotional reasons he claims.
The child’s soul was removed either way. The soft, bubbling oaf took upon himself every emotional burden of worldly woes that he begged me to extract the soul from the human’s corpse while he downturned his shamed eyes. Such strong emotions, especially at a time like this, I can sympathize with.
But with Chara’s missing body and soul, we have only extracted one soul of the required seven. This pitiful progress I can only expect will soon dampen the blood-thirsty riled spirits of the Underground.
So, only now, I have to rely on such a meager plan that I can only hope will work. Built from the scraps of a once great nation, this next experiment may change the fate of the underground. That is why our belovedly soft hearted king will only be informed of this experiment's final success, rather than its beginnings.
Gaster hovered a finger over the lightly blinking curser on his broken screened tablet. He sucked in a hesitant breath and let it out in a tired sigh. Could he really follow through with this? Setting aside the professional voice, he began to doubt himself. Perhaps this would be one of those cases where a little unspoken, nonexistent rule would be easily violated in favor of the future of monster kind.
He slumped against the table, and a few empty vials and beakers clattered with the tremor. The labs were desolate at this late (or early) of an hour, something only a dedicated and ever curious little royal scientist would do.
His empty eye sockets drooped with exhaustion and he rubbed a small, fleshy hand against the back of his head. He had known Asgore for all his life, and more personally than most monsters could ever say, so this little violation of trust- er, no he couldn’t call it that- this little unspoken and possibly morally gray project he was about to undertake would require more tact than he knew.
He mulled over it for another silent minute, reading and rereading his own pretentious vignette with rising distaste, before he forced himself to save it anyway and shut down the tablet.
With a drawn out and stressed sigh, he rested his head on the table and, finally, considered it a day, at five in the morning.