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You’re working in the lab with W. D. Gaster, or Dr. Gaster as he’d told you to call him. (Although nowadays you call him Dr. G, Doc, etc...) You’ve been working as an assistant/partner for 11 months? 12 months? Well around that long. You met him thanks to a kid who got lost in the park one day. On that particular day you went out for a job interview that, well…didn’t go as well as you hoped it would.
You were freshly out of university, and got a masters degree in biology, chemistry, physiology, and earned a PhD in biochemistry and other sciency things that you won’t go into. You were actually really smart, and graduated four years early, despite the fact that it usually take about eight to get a PhD. You were just too, uh, "unprofessional".
Feeling dejected, you went to the park to just stare off into space.
Oddly, Frisk (as you come to know during the incident) didn’t look scared or distressed when you found them. Well more like when they found you. They just asked if you saw their “Goat mom” or two skeletons around. Since the kid was clearly lost, you couldn’t just ignore them and let them go off on their own. So you being the nice person you are, held their hand and went on a journey to look for their mother…and skeleton friends?
You’ve heard about skeleton monsters but never personally saw one before, mostly because you don’t go out as much. It’s not like you don’t socialize, it’s just that you find it easier to talk to people online, and not because you’re lazy to go out that is. Well...that’s what you told yourself at least.
Anyways back to the topic, you eventually met their mother, a very warm and fluffy goat looking lady. She looked absolutely relieved and grateful for bringing them back to her. That’s when a ton of bricks punched you square on your face. You recognized that she was the Queen Toriel, the Queen of the motherfucking monsters, in front of you, right there, talking to you. How does none of the other self-insert people freak out!? I mean what? Uh, somebody fix the 4th wall. ANYWAYS, that means that the child that you held hands with was the ambassador of the monster kinds. OH MY GOD. You felt like you just met the president. Who wouldn’t be nervous as hell!?
Your hands started sweating, and you couldn’t form words from that pitiful mouth of yours. Toriel and Frisk gave worried glances at you. “He, he, he…” You awkwardly chuckled. ‘God, really?! That’s all you can say?!’ You yelled in your head. You really wanted to just curl under your blanket right then.
“HUMAN I SEE THAT YOU HAVE BEEN FOUND! OF COURSE WITH THE HELP OF THE GREAT PAPYRUS THAT IS!” A loud voice suddenly smacked you right out of your thoughts. You instinctively whipped towards the direction of the voice, and saw two skeletons approaching your group. One of them was short and wore a blue jacket with a white fluffy rimmed hood. You wondered why he wore such a thing, the weather was still warm. The other one was tall and named Papyrus(?), he wore what looked like a superhero like costume. Nice. You liked people that had enough confidence to wear whatever they wanted, even if it's out of the social norm. That being said you appreciated his style.
“Hey kid, you had us worried there.” The short one of the two said to Frisk. “So who’s that?” He asked, jabbing a thumb towards you.
“Well, she was the one who kindly lead Frisk to me.” Toriel gave a pointed look at him and his thumb, which then was replied with a shrug. She once again smiled at you with an appreciative nod.
Long story short, the shorter skeleton named Sans started spewing out puns while Toriel did the same. You laughed along with them, excluding Papyrus who was groaning of course. You began to feel more comfortable being around them, but the fact that they were one of the most important monster and human to the monster kinds, kept you on your toes. You bonded with Frisk quite well, so you got their number and suddenly you were in their group of friends. Your number of friends suddenly grew rapidly. Undyne, Aphys, Mettaton, Napstablook, Asgore, Grillby, and many more became a part of your life.
One day when you mentioned getting a job that you actually wanted, instead of wasting your life being a waitress, Sans introduced you to Dr. G. A slightly regal skeleton who was tall but not as tall as Papyrus. He wore black gloves, a white turtleneck, and a black blazer with a white lab coat over them. He had a mask like face, a crack going above his eye in the left, and another going below his eye on the right. He had a charming calm look.
So there you are, casually humming as you poured liquids here and there, writing notes and whatnot. You loved this job, the pay was really good and more importantly you enjoyed finally working with science, and working with Dr. G.
To be honest, it didn’t start out as smooth as you’d expected. At first he was cold in a way, and inscrutable. Of course he smiled at you when you brought him something or helped him, but it wasn’t personal, only professional.
You’ve come to hate that word. “Professional” Why do people have to be such a tight ass, to be deemed as a person that’s capable to be successful or to be able to produce good work? We aren’t robots for god sake. People like to laugh and be happy while working, not be void of any real emotions and exhausted from worrying if they acted too casual.
You remember working in complete silence, the only sounds being produced by papers shuffling and beakers clinking. You wondered if Dr. Gaster (as you called him so at that time) didn’t like working with you. He never tried to start up a conversation; instead he tried to be as far as you as possible. You were hurt and tired of the heavy atmosphere. By the 2nd month you couldn’t take it anymore.
“Uh, Dr. Gaster?” You approached his desk, while he was working on some paperwork. After placing your work on the corner, you looked up to him and said, “I would like to have a talk with you.”
“Yes? Has something wrong gone with the experiment?” He asked. He seemed startled at first, tensing when you spoke to him. Noticing, it put a frown onto your face.
“No, the experiment went fine; it’s just that I-” You didn’t know how to continue ‘I think you hate me, so you can fire me?’ or ‘I don’t think you enjoy working with me so I should leave?’
'Oh whatever' You thought.
“Do you hate me? Did I do something wrong? I’ll leave if you wanted me to, I’m fine with that. Should I pack my stuff?” You blurted out waving your hands like papers flying through the air.
“ no! I-” He suddenly rose from his chair, black gloved hands on the table to support him. You squeaked, not expecting such response. “I-I do not hate you . I’m sorry for making you believe I do so.” He said in a shameful tone as he averted eye contact with you.
You felt a wash of relief when he told you that. It felt as if you aced a test you were so worried about failing. “Then why won't you talk to me?”
“I’m just not used to having a new company when I’m working. While being alone together at that. Although Sans had once work with me previously, he had been a good friend of mine for quite some time.” He slowly sat back down, looking down to his fidgeting hands on his lap. A hint of violet dusted his cheeks. Was he…blushing?
He basically told you that he was socially awkward around people he didn’t know well. You wanted to let out a laugh, not because of his reason (well maybe a little) but because of how relieved you were. He hesitantly glanced up to where you stood, and was surprised to see you smiling brightly.
“Hey, wanna turn on some music?”