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Chapter 1

Ever since I can remember, I have always been frail.

 My dad, Gaster, rarely let me out without fussing. Even so, never by myself and I never could play with the other kids. I always had to sleep and eat a ton as dad would panic over 1 HP. That "even the weakest monster had 10 HP." So I spent most of my time indoors.

 I remember being a curious kid. Asking questions about the world as I sit in a mostly white lab. Questions like how does magic work, How did humans create the barrier, and how do skeletons even give birth? Dad said that I came from a piece of his hand. Which, not only did no other monster have hand-holes, but he had two. 

"But other Monsters have moms. Even humans! Is Alphys my mom?"

"GOODNESS NO! Uh- you're just a bit... Special."

 Dad ignored a lot of questions.

Like any kid I liked what my Dad and 'not mom' liked. Lotta science things. But I mostly liked Alphys' interest in technology and robots. Like Mettaton! Dad doesn't allow me to do much of his research, nor does he allow me in the deeper parts of the lab. Perhaps I just liked the more tangible works of Alphys, rather than research and theories of the barrier and humans. Though I still looked though the Core and Dad's blueprints and sketches. Helping Alphys scavenged human scraps. Spying on Alphys books and sneaking around. I believe I even met two really big white goats and a kid, which I later found out was the royal family. I have vague memories of going to Grillby's and playing in the snow. I honestly don't remember much. But I could tell. When I looked at my odd scientist family of three, I always had a smile.

-

  When I was around ten, it got worse. I would feel more tired and get sick easily. At this point I was confined mostly indoors, looking outside windows, and sitting on a rock that's still in view of the lab entrance. I remember being extremely emotional and lonely. I would throw a fit and cry all the time.

 Dad tried to make it better. He taught me how to build drones to fly around the underground. We made talking robots, which I used for pranks. I helped in making use of the core's power, but he didn't want me researching human souls or anything "gruesome."

Alphys would show me the things she found from above. Like Mew Mew: Kissy cutie and a lot of other anime and mangas. She even found a broken device that looked like a phone, but only had songs. She helped me fix it up and I often broke down the songs and their meanings.

I used to hang out with the small royal Goat prince, Asriel. My memories of him are vague and blurry, but I think we were friends. He should be the only one around my age I hanged out with.

-

  When I was fifteen, I practically read every scientific book in the underground. I made many small discoveries with Alphys and Dad. Honestly, I started liking being alone more. I had to. Some days I could barely walk without pain. It scared my Dad. It scared Alphys. I was scared, but I was also angry. Why did I have to be born so useless, where using too much of my power is dangerous, and I can only feel pain and barely move. I have to just suck it up right? I can't do much else but play pretend and continue on. Dragging my feet on the thorns of life. I don't think I was the only one getting frustrated. I sometimes hear arguments outside my door. Talking about human soul transplant. About augmented limbs. About the core and using its powers to help me. Back and forth it was either too dangerous or likely impossible. It was weird. Knowing I was probably going to die before twenty at this rate of degradation.

I think the Dreemurr family was busy with another sibling at this point. Hm... I know it was a human- Chara? -and I remember the family visiting time to time. I think our relationship stranded. Hard to be happy forever, hard to be empathetic forever, I get that. They're drowned with royal work and I am not exactly in shape to visit them back.

I can't tap into my full strength and power anymore and the best I can do is learn how to control a small amount the best I could. I guess no teleporting anymore. I did physical therapy like routine to hopefully get better or at least slow it down. I didn't feel like it but I had too. But how can I when sometimes I throw up my food. Sometimes I have to take pain meds. I felt like shit. But did I say it out loud? Nah, no need to state the obvious and make everyone feel worse.

-

  As expected life got worse. I remember waking up in pain. Screaming. My vision blurred. 

"It hurts! My arm!"

 I remember being in pain for a long time, hands that carried me and stabbing pains spreading everywhere. Crying from the constant feelings of being ripped apart and my nerves being fried alive before becoming numb and drifting off. 

When I woke up. My dad seemed older; Less from time and more from stress. He seemed asleep, slouched on a chair and leaning over my bed. I didn't feel so good. My head felt hazy, and my ribs hurt. I had a lingering static feeling in my left arm. I went to rub it away in discomfort when it felt cold. I looked at the shiny grey and black metal arm. 

"Dad? Dad! What happened to my arm?!" 

I saw Dad snapping awake as Alphys and him suddenly appeared next to me. I felt a hand on my back as I heard, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I saw your arm- dusting and I-. We managed to stabilize it but we couldn't. Bring it back."

  I thought it was fine. It's fine... That everything would finally be ok. I mean I was actively dying and dusting away to the point my ribs and legs had to be braced together. My whole arm is um... gone. But- I mean look on the bright side! I am not dead yet .... I had a robotic arm, it still wasn't as responsive as my original, nor could I feel it-

 But I was alive. I told myself that losing my arm was the worst. 

-

Who am I kidding?

It wasn't. My body kept dusting. My soul was straining to support the augmented limbs and the dying body. I saw the hope leave my Dad's eye. I watched him get colder. I watched Alphys grow distance. I was almost eighteen and I was stuck in bed and dying. Barely lucid for a few hours to eat, tinker with projects, and read, before the pain gets too much as the drugs make me loopy. Either that or the pain makes me angry and I lashed out on them. Along with everyone else in my life. I think I started giving up too. I started losing hope.

During this time I lost my friend to that human. Hard to think we exchanged smiles. I don't think we were ever close, but I really just thought they were my best friend's family. Friends. He was just a kid, they both were.

To make it worse the core was becoming unstable and a risk of implosion. Meaning Dad and Alphys was busy as hell. I can't even help. God, I really am fucking useless.

It made me feel so guilty. I can't do any work. I can't even enjoy my hobbies without feeling insensitive towards the events. I can't guard against humans. I can't fix the core. I can't be supportive. I feel like dead weight when they try to help me do things I should on my own. I should be able to cook and clean at least. I really should. Why? Why can't my body just be normal?!

-

  One day Dad knocked on the door and said he could possibly get me to walk again. To live. But it'll be extremely dangerous and my mind might not be the same. I could very well die. It was a last resort. I remember thinking coldly that even if it failed, at least I die quicker. And I cried, not because I was scared of dying, but because I had a chance of living, I agreed.

I was pushed in a wheelchair to a elevator and deeper into the lab than I was ever allowed to go. I heard rumbling and noises I can't explain. Steam? Clicking?

  I thought I stopped being scared of death a year ago. However this machine in front of me was terrifying. Glowing an unnatural red and orange, and multiple wires and pipes. The humming noises and overly warm room. The rows of beds on the floor. Even though I've only seen Dad and Alphys in the lab.

   A lot of equipment and tools that looked more used for a robot than a skeleton, then again at this point I was almost half at least supported by some screws, braces, or metal. I fidgeted with my hand and looked increasingly worried. Dad helped me lay down and strapped me up. He held up a glowing red and yellow ball. It shifted and flicked like it was alive.

"This... Is part of the core and... a human soul."

"Wh-... wait, Don't you need that for breaking the barrier?! Dad! I- and the core?"

  He looked guilty.

"I have to."

  I was too shocked to speak as he continued to prep the anesthesia. I wanted answers, but one poke and I was out.

-

"He won't even be the same! He hasn't woken up in months!"

"I know! But isn't he your son?"

"I had to replace so many things! Body parts and practically an extra soul! Even a program to keep its function! I should have never made him and his brother. I knew they would be unstable! That they'll barely have a life! Paps died before he could talk. Sans haven't even gotten a normal childhood! It's my fault! Asgard kicked me out. The core is unstable! We are back to six souls again."

"You can't say that Gaster!"

"It's the truth and we are all going to die Alphys! Everyone! Unless two humans magically appear on a silver platter! I should have been executed-"

"Dad?"

I rasped out. My throat was dry and stinging. The argument cut off. It was silent.

I managed to open my eyes. My chest felt warm. Everything felt sore and weak, but not that painful. I wondered why I heard another voice telling me I should lay down. It seemed unrecognizable, dry, and cold. Saying I was low on HP and shouldn't move. The dry voice seemed to be more in my subconscious as it stated some weird passive aggressive facts. I looked around for the new voice but couldn't see them. Stars, was I going crazy, or did I finally die? I was startled as I saw Alphys holding my right hand. She was crying and angry. I am guessing at Dad. I looked up to see him.

  He seemed surprised but distrustful. I don't know why. I should really be happy... He should also... Right? But neither of us were. I found myself confused, and a tinge of fear and worry. Dad hesitated before saying.

"You missed your eighteen's birthday."

"Oh... Ok."

That seemed to linger in my mind. I was sad, but I didn't cry. Dad turned to Alphys.

"See, I told you he'll act differently. We both know he'd be either crying or asking questions right now."

"Gaster, not in front of-"

"I know what I created."

He stormed off. I don't know what changed.

  After that, Alphys was more of my Mom than Gaster was my Dad. I had to do months of physical therapy and realized that my memories of most of my childhood were gone. That my personality had changed. That my body was different. That Dad doesn't love me as much. But it's ok, maybe it's because of the memory loss. But I can't find myself loving him like my memories either. Alphys told me that my skull once started cracking and my brain was damaged, they managed to heal my skull but they didn't know the damage of my brain. They did place an implant to better control the limbs, but also to possibly fill in the gaps of what my brain damaged and weakened soul lost, just in case. 

  I liked being around Alphys, but at the end of the day I would sit in Gaster's lab to toy with coding and build bots. We don't talk. He became just an authority figure to me. With the foggy memories I know he raised me. I know he cared. It was a conflicting feeling.

 He also seems to dislike Alphys. I don't think he's the royal scientist anymore, yet he's still working. Alphys has been busy a lot more as well with her job. As "my replacement" as Dad would say.

  Dad? It's a word I've now grown uncomfortable with using. It feels strange in my memories when I seemed so confident of its meaning. I say it in my head from time to time, but it felt wrong on the tongue. I don't like how Gaster hates Alphys now, but I don't want to leave him either.

  I asked why Gaster was so distant now. Alphys just gave me a round about explanation of what changed. Alphys said she set up the basics in the program in my head. It was really just a backup for things I could need. She said it was an AI, though she made it less based on emotions than Mettaton. Gaster apparently refines it. She felt uncomfortable sharing her options, so I didn't ask. An AI then? I guess that was the dry voice before. Alphys also told me my new soul needed heat to continue working, but it isn't a problem because the hotlands are very warm. 

  I also changed quite a bit. I kinda liked my second warm glowing soul above my small white one. It rests almost at my collar bone, peaking through my hoodie. Lately I started wearing longer sweats and gloves to cover the metal. While the bandage wraps cover barely noticeable cracks, metal, and scars. I still covered them. I also recently got a new dark purple hoodie with silver details. Now that i was well enough to sneak off. Teleporting and running away. The wool in the inside has a pleasing texture in my opinion, even though it's too warm for the lab. My left eye also seemed to be stuck in a four point yellow-star.

I really enjoyed this time. Alphys wasn't always present to fret over me and Gaster didn't seem like he cared much. It was easy to slip out and explore. I could do what I have missed, building snowmonsters and pranking the locals and guards that barely knew me. My favorite place was Grillby's. I barely remembered it from my childhood but the place was always warm, heh, the guy was even warmer. Though the monotone voice said to not drink alcohol. So I just go to get a hotdog. And Golly, it was good. Especially with ketchup. Gaster would have never allowed me to eat something so unhealthy.

  It might have been two and a half months from when I woke up. I was tapping my chest and feeling the warmth with my right hand. Gaster was engrossed in his work, seemingly stressed when he flipped through his papers and sighed. It was a small thing, but Gaster said to pick up the worksheets from the basement. I locked eyes in confusion and slight apprehension. This was the first time we really... Talked after I got better. He returned to his work as I shut down off my computer. "Alright."

I hopped off my desk and down the hallway.

  The dry voice in my head was annoying, it directed my every move despite the fact I was going to do it anyways. I should really have Alphys fix this. In fact- it only really talked now. "What made you start Chatting?"

"Go left to the second desk."

"Hello? Ai?"

No response. I huffed and grabbed the paperwork.

 When I returned the paperwork "Chatter" finally shushed. I nodded as I placed it down and went to my work once again. Strangely, I was somehow pleased with helping Gaster.

  It has been a month. I've continued to do small favors for Gaster for some reasons. Chatter always annoying me each time. I kept doing it because what? Something to do? To have his approval? Either way I also realized while my HP is still abysmal; needing the weak soul to live as the core isn't a complete replacement, I had developed high defense.

  The wonder that Core-soul hybrid made me any stronger had drew me to the lab's training room. I summoned a blaster and was presently surprised to see it silver with a red magic glow in its mouth like the core and heart. It also looked weird. Like it had two heads in one, melded together. With three eyes. That doesn't seem right! Is it because I have two separate 'souls'? I lifted my hand and pushed it forward. The blast was hot and fast. I yelped as I got knocked off my feet. The poor blaster seemed unprepared by the power and recoiled into me. I might need more practice.

During this time I tested my new power. I still had the normal abilities, but they were blistering hot. 

The newfound strength was hard to control and frankly tiring, but I believe the Core soul gave me more energy. I also been trying to use two shots at once from the same blaster. I figured two head should make two blast! I haven't figured it out yet.... With my renewed energy I've tried out physical combat as well. I don't know if that's smart considering my HP, but I've already created a cool energy spear. It's controlled with only my energy and is glowing red and warm like my soul.

  Another benefit now that my health is slightly less of a problem. I can move around more than I have ever in my entire life! I can even sneak out of the lab and climb up ladders and run without Gaster's pestering. I am not as tired, and while I still have chronic pain from the cracks and original soul. It isn't as bad as the second soul keeping me together. I even got stronger! Though people keep thinking I'm Gaster outside, even though I am still a foot short of him. Possibly because there aren't many other skeletons, because even i haven't seen any other than me and Gaster. Huh, then again I never saw multiple goat monsters like Asgard, Toriel, and Asriel. I'm guessing it's normal.

 As I ponder why some monsters are more common than others as I swung my feet over a crate that I turned into a makeshift workspace. Complied of storage boxes and blankets to sit on. It was in the attic. Well, the "attic" is really just the top floor with junk inside. It's far away from the main lab and almost like a really big safe. I tap my chest to distract the dull ache in my weak soul as I sketch away another small spider bot design that I Called Bou. I heard about a human's "engineering notebook," It talked about weird "legal" stuff, but apparently scientist humans that also create stuff use it. I made my own! As I designed Bou to look like junk to disguise itself.

  These are the few times I find myself truly enjoying being alive. Just me, my notebook, my computer, and hundreds of little robots.

I turned on the technology rectangle and scrolled through the human songs. Though to my displeasure it was 90% romantic. With human sayings, culture, and references I don't completely understand. Like- cross my heart? That doesn't even make sense! I just listened to the melody as I tapped on the computer to run the code. I grabbed the remote and pressed the button... It didn't work. I huffed annoyed as I questioned how it seemed to at least move an hour before. I muttered frustration before changing the song. I hummed the melody as I curled up with the computer near my warm soul. "And hold me close~ feel my hands leading~ oh, savior in the dark~" I bopped my head as I rechecked my lines. I chuckled, "Oh! I think I forgot to add the semicolo-"

BOOM

I tumbled from the crate and dropped my computer. 

"What?"

Standing up and ready to find Alphys and Gaster. I heard popping and explosion noises which only further concerned me. I went to open the hatch in the ground. I grabbed the handle when the ground rumbled before a hot shockwave threw me back. I felt my back against my workspace before my skull whipped back.

-

My body was sore and won't respond to me. I felt cold. I managed to open my eyes and look at my soul. My vision was blurred but I couldn't see the glow of my red soul.

-

I can't see or open my eyes. Did I pass out? I felt a sharp pain in my chest. It was constant like before the soul implant. I struggled to breathe. I swear the room grew colder and pricked my bones. My anxiety grew to levels of emotion I had before the implant. I heard a deep and authoritative voice. But it wasn't Gaster, nor Alphys. I couldn't bring air to my lungs to talk.

"Now who might you be?"

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Chapter 2

Nightmare dipped his quill into ink as he writes down info of his brother's new subordinate. Dream already had the omega timeline, Ink, and Blue wrapped around his finger. Now this new guy, Cross. Annoyingly, he isn't weak nor emotional in battle. No hesitation and seemingly trained skills. Nightmare groaned at the arising problem of being outnumbered. Sure, Killer was strong, but fighting Blue and Cross at the same time isn't reliable. As well as Nightmare juggling Ink and Dream. The destroyer is seemingly more active and Core Frisk's occasional interventions. Positivity was surely rising.

Perhaps it's time for new allies or subordinates. So far he made slow progress with convincing Error. As mindless as he may seem destroying AUs, he is surprisingly extremely intelligent and works to "balance" the multiverse. He also hates working under or with others. Nightmare recently acquired Killer a few months back. Much more efficient than the dark papyrus. With the setback that he's mortal, and despite threats and punishment, he still manages to "joke". With the added hassle of his stages. Nevertheless, Killer was loyal and intriguing in the fact he still has the gall to do things bordering disrespectful.

This week was interesting. An AU nearby must've disappeared with the fact that the slightly positive world suddenly showed no signs of life. No positivity or negativity. Yet every now and then negativity flickers where the AU was. He has been ignoring it for the better part of the week, but his patience ebbs. The ink dripped on the counter as Nightmare sets the quill down. It wouldn't hurt to gather more information, and perhaps a new subordinate. 

-

  He opens a portal, surprised at seeing the world. It looked like an apocalypse, and not in a genocide timeline way. It had no plants, no bugs or annoying monsters. Like everything slowly died. The magic in the air was sparse and cold, even in the hotlands as he stepped in. Which immediately tells him the core, in some way, died. The AU is MetalPlates. An alternate of a branch. Odd, but he recognized it from the AU Handplates. One of his favorites for a short while as the war brought in plenty of negativity. Nightmare wondered how he missed this AU.

  Walking to the pulse of negativity, he realized it was near what would have been the Core. The hotlands had a huge hole where the core was supposed to be. It had rubble everywhere, but he sensed pain and fear somewhere in there. He scaled down before spotting a rectangular shape jutting out the rocky face and molten cascade. Propelling himself across the chasm with his tentacles, he stabs a hole through the surprising tough metal. It screeches as the walls tear and he steps through. Someone is in here. He very quickly noticed a blanket on a crate and the computer on the ground. The floor seems neatly filled with junk and robots. Then he spotted a large figure. He thought it was just discarded clothing and junk with the metallic parts and crumpled clothing. On closer inspection it was breathing.

CHEAK

AU: MetalPlates

Name: Sans

Role: Experiment, scientist, Son of Gaster

LV: 1

Stats:

EXP: 0

HP- 0.2/0.5 + Null/ [inactive]

Def- 0.5 + [inactive]

Attack-.5 + [inactive]

Abilities: Blaster, double blaster, bone manipulation, blue magic 

*Likes inventing, Alphys, Gaster

*Frail

*Augmented limbs

*Lost everything

*Lack of memory and emotions

*Needs his artificial soul to activate

This had to be one of the most pathetic stats he had ever seen. Of course stats don't mean everything, Sans are proof of that. But... This is even worse than any Sans he had the pleasure to kill. The double souls was intriguing though. If it was anything like Killer's case, then perhaps it might prove useful. If not the best it can do is finally fill the position of housemaid. Even as a spy or experiment. 

  Nightmare realized the skeleton's star eye lights were lit. It's awake.

 "Now who may you be?"

It seems it was useless at the eye light dimmer and his vague hopeful emotion vanished.

The guardian picked the skeleton up with his tentacles. He was sure a small drop would dust it immediately. It seems to be lanky. A couple inches taller than him, and Nightmare knows he exceeds most san's height. It almost seems like a papyrus if not the slightly more rounded skull and name betraying the thought.

  Could this... pathetic thing really be useful? Maybe an extra scientist that was fully on his side? Or maybe he really is just wasting his time. A voice spoke in his head, "Save him, Save him! He needs help."

  Nightmare opened a portal to Sci. If anything, the skeleton would know about souls. He appeared in the corner of Sci's office.

"Sci-"

"ACK!"

The skeleton whips around startled before calming.

"Oh, Hello Mr. Nightmare- uhh... I'd rather you not bring your... victims into the lab?"

Nightmare glanced at the cracked, unconscious, and dusty looking Sans. Not exactly a stretch to think the Guardian of Negativity would do that.

Sighing he said, "I need you to heal him. He has some sort of ... artificial soul."

Sci seemed nervous as he used CHECK.

"0.2 HP! Oh dear, well I'm not exactly a doctor. -Can you put him on one of the bed?"

Despite not being a doctor, Sci had medical equipment from all the times multiverse travelers crashed in with terrible injuries. Nightmare placed the hurt skeleton on the bed across from Sci's office as Sci got to work checking the injury. Blunt force trauma and impact on the back and skull most noticeably. It doesn't seem immediately dangerous but he doesn't seem to be healing. He possibly needed to fix the soul too.

Sci turned to the Guardian, "It is going to take a while. Do you want me to contact you when I get his condition stabilized?"

"That will be fine. If you find it too much, I'm fine with terminating him."

Sci chuckled nervously and Nightmare's casual statement.

"Heh, um- I'll do my best sir."

-

On day one Sci hooked up an IV from the skeleton's lack of nourishment or water. The skeleton still didn't seem to heal. Sci delicately examined the artificial soul above a small silver one. It seemed attached but malfunctioning as it doesn't seem on. Further research conclusions he has a dormant part of a core that is mixed with a human soul to make it more agreeable to absorb. He needs to figure out how to activate it. Thankfully he has many contacts to ask.

-

Day two. Sci hasn't slept. He has some theories on how to activate it. Since the core runs on heat and spits out magical energy. He just needs heat. A lot. Either that or plan B is just dumping a lot of magic into the skeleton, which Sci isn't sure if he is stable enough. Sci has managed to desperately place healing properties into the IV after seeing him at 0.1 HP. His HP slowly returned, but the skeleton still isn't waking up and this shouldn't be a long term solution. He ended up turning the AC off and heating up the room. Once the HP is maxed. Sci will try to jumpstart it again.

-

On the night of day three Sci was sweating from the heat. He must have brought in so many heaters, that when Blue visited for his project he promised to make a day ago, he thought the place was burning. Sci apologized and said he needed to heal a Sans. Blue offered to help, but knowing Nightmare, Sci declined. The core soul was flickering on and off. The HP was 0.5/0.5. Sci hesitated, not every day does someone's life rely directly on your choices. He puts his hands on the skeleton's soul and breathes. He puts his magic into the soul and it starts flickering faster and getting warmer.

0.4/0.5

It almost started to burn and the light was flickering faster.

0.3/0.5

His hand was hurt but the soul was igniting Krrrkrkr...

 BOOM

0.2/0.5

the soul's light filled the room. The orange light faded into a subtle glow and his white heart luminated as well.

CHECK

AU: MetalPlates

Name: Sans

Role: Experiment, scientist, Son of Gaster

LV: 1 + [UNKNOWN]

Stats:

EXP: 0

HP- 0.2/0.5 + [1/1000]

Def- 0.5 + [100x]

Attack-.5 + [2x]

Abilities: Blaster, double blaster, bone manipulation, blue magic

*Likes inventing, Alphys, Gaster

*Sheltered

*Human

*Frail?

*Strong?

*Two souls

*Half Program

*Augmented limbs

*Doesn't know he lost everything

*Lack of memory and emotions

[ERROR IN SYSTEM]

AU: MetalPlates

Name: Sans

Role: Scientist, Son of Gaster, Belongs to the Guardian of Negativity

LV: 3

Stats:

EXP: 0

HP- 1.2/1000

Def- 50

Attack-1

Abilities: Blaster, double blaster, bone manipulation, blue magic

*Likes inventing, Alphys, Gaster

*A Killer that was stopped

*Absorbed part of the core and a Human heart

*Reinforced Body

*Doesn't know he lost everything

*Lack of memory and emotions

[ERROR: Reasons unknown]

Sci frowned as he tried to do CHECK again.

-Get out, get out, GET OUT, YOU AREN'T THE SAVIOR, YOU AREN'T THE SCIENTIST-

Sci closed the CHEAK. Stars knows what Nightmare brings, either way it usually isn't his business to snoop. Feeling tired and way too warm. He did one last look over the Skeleton's health to make sure it was healing and slumped in the nearest chair. Feeling like this was way above his standings, and frankly Nightmares' problem now.

  He pressed a button that was created to be untraceable and waited. He heard the skeleton mumbling.

"Chatter stop yelling.... Savior? ... Will you be quiet if I do?... No we're stuck with each other, the soul saved me, and one day I will find your code and delete it."

The skeleton sat up and stared him down. Two silver orbs glowing.

I had no idea who Chatter was but I greeted the tall skeleton.

"Hello? I'm glad you're awake now, but you should rest."

"Hi, are... Did you heal me? Where is the person who found me?"

The skeleton stared confused and annoyed.

"I did heal you. Nightmare found you and will be meeting you shortly."

The skeleton nodded but mumbled, "I knew I can't trust you. I thought you were factual. Did you take after Mettaton's drama? ... I refuse to let you use me. You are stuck with me. No matter how annoying. I will be the one using you.... Fine."

Sci definitely knew that was his clue to get out. Nightmare brought him in, and now that his was thinking about it. Is this another of Nightmares' subordinate? And judging by Killer and this skeleton appearing insane and annoyed, he sidestepped out and gently closed the door.

Sci sighed as the door clicked and backed into someone who puts their hand on his neck.

"Ahhhck!"

"Killer, stop it this instant."

Sci turned around to see Killer with a smile and hands up in mocked surrender, but he backed away.

"Alrighty Bossman!"

Killer seemed to snickered at Sci before turning away at Nightmare's glare.

"How is it doing?"

"The patient is low on health, but regained his stability. His stats are ... different? Bugged? Oh, uh- he is currently awake. I think he's... a bit...uh-"

"Talk," Nightmares' tentacles twitched in annoyance.

"He is kinda angrily talking to himself?"

"Oh Great! you get to handle two insane guys Boss!" Killer commented, which was promptly ignored.

"Stay out here for now, Killer."

Nightmare opened the door and shut it behind him to Killer's annoyance.

  Nightmare saw a skeleton, hunched over in pain, wrapped in bandages and in a purple hoodie. Silver boots and black gloves. His eyes rose to look at him, his cracked zygoma bordering his socket. His cracked jaws opened. Staring at him with surprise and awe.