𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐔𝐓

Chapter Twenty Five

r"♍︎❒︎♏︎♋︎⧫︎□︎❒︎📪︎ 🔾︎♏︎♏︎⧫︎ ♏︎⌧︎🞐︎♏︎❒︎♓︎🔾︎♏︎■︎⧫︎🖳︎ ✁︎📁︎📂︎
(creator, meet experiment: #01)"
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Ink stared in pure horror as he looked at the so called 'experiment' backing up a bit more as his eye lights shrank and shook. On the other side of the glass was a skeleton. they had 4 pairs of arms, blood leaking from them that never seemed to stop, a pair of curling horns exposing from their skull, they looked cracked and dirty, some dried blood stained their face, their slow breathing seemed to get slower every minute, Ink could see the skeletons sharp teeth, stained with blood as well. Ink stared at #01 in guilt, the experimented skeletons eyes were closed but Ink could see them slowly opening, revealing their pupil filled sockets. Ink was so fearful as his breath became quicker, would he become something like that? Maybe something worse..?

"⧫︎♒︎♏︎⮹︎ ⬥︎♏︎❒︎♏︎ 🔾︎⮹︎ ♐︎♓︎❒︎⬧︎⧫︎ ♏︎⌧︎🞐︎♏︎❒︎♓︎🔾︎♏︎■︎⧫︎📪︎ ♋︎ ♐︎♋︎♓︎●︎📪︎ □︎♌︎❖︎♓︎□︎◆︎⬧︎●︎⮹︎📪︎ 🖐︎ ♒︎♋︎❖︎♏︎■︎⧫︎ ♐︎♓︎♑︎◆︎❒︎♏︎♎︎ □︎◆︎⧫︎ ⬥︎♒︎♋︎⧫︎ ⧫︎□︎ ♎︎□︎ ⬥︎♓︎⧫︎♒︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎🔾︎ ⬧︎□︎ 🖐︎🕯︎❖︎♏︎ 🙰︎◆︎⬧︎⧫︎ ●︎♏︎♐︎⧫︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎🔾︎ ⧫︎□︎ ❒︎□︎⧫︎
(they were my first experiment, a fail, obviously, I haven't figured out what to do with them so I've just left them to rot)"

Dr. Code rested his hand on Ink's shoulder, making the creator jump as his gaze darted to the tall glitching skeleton  his breathing increased as he glanced at #01. watching so much blood come out of the poor skeleton, he wanted to be a hero again, just one more time. he soon had the courage to speak as he asked in a low stuttering voice.

"w-will I become like t-that..?"

The Gaster seemed amused by this, letting a soft chuckled slip through his teeth before he softly patted the little artists shoulder.

"⬧︎⧫︎♋︎❒︎⬧︎ ■︎□︎ 🖐︎■︎🙵︎📪︎ ♓︎❖︎♏︎ ♑︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎ ♌︎♏︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎❒︎ ♋︎⧫︎ ♏︎⌧︎🞐︎♏︎❒︎♓︎🔾︎♏︎■︎⧫︎♓︎■︎♑︎📪︎ ⧫︎♒︎♓︎⬧︎ ⬥︎♋︎⬧︎ 🔾︎⮹︎ ❖︎♏︎❒︎⮹︎ ♐︎♓︎❒︎⬧︎⧫︎📪︎ 🖐︎ ♒︎♋︎♎︎ ■︎□︎ ■︎□︎⧫︎♏︎⬧︎ □︎■︎ ⬥︎♒︎♋︎⧫︎ ⧫︎□︎ ♎︎□︎ ♌︎♋︎♍︎🙵︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎■︎📬︎✂︎

(stars no Ink, ive gotten better at experimenting, this was my very first, I had no notes on what to do back then.)"

Ink still felt fearful, looking at Dr. Code's hand resting on his shoulder, he wanted to push it away but he was frozen in place. after a minute or two he finally moved, turning his head away from #01 shakily.

"w-why are they still alive, they look like they're in pain.."

"⬥︎♏︎●︎●︎ 🖐︎🕯︎❖︎♏︎⚪︎🙰︎◆︎⬧︎⧫︎ ●︎♏︎⧫︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎🔾︎ ♌︎♏︎📪︎ 🖐︎🕯︎🔾︎ ⬧︎◆︎❒︎🞐︎❒︎♓︎⬧︎♏︎♎︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎⮹︎🕯︎❒︎♏︎ ⬧︎⧫︎♓︎●︎●︎ ♋︎●︎♓︎❖︎♏︎📪︎ 🖐︎⚪︎⬥︎□︎◆︎●︎♎︎⚪︎♒︎♋︎❖︎♏︎ ⧫︎♒︎□︎◆︎♑︎♒︎⧫︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎⮹︎🕯︎♎︎⚪︎🙰︎◆︎⬧︎⧫︎ ♋︎♍︎♍︎♏︎🞐︎⧫︎ ♎︎♏︎♋︎⧫︎♒︎ ♌︎⮹︎ ■︎□︎⬥︎📬︎✆︎✂︎