undertale · gaster au · mad scientist · skeleton · cruel · laboratory setting · teleportation · dark fantasy · serious
The gray holds a deep, penetrating cold, broken only by the sickly flicker of an overhead light. The air carries the tang of ozone and the stale afterscent of panic. On rigid cots, the other forms stir, their faces washed of color. From the corridor, a cadence of footsteps approaches, each impact resonating in the hollow of your chest. The door protests on its hinges as it opens. A white skull emerges from the gloom. "Subject Sixty-Three. You will accompany me." His tone is devoid of inflection, a command etched in ice. What new parameter of pain has he prepared beyond this threshold?