Freelance Research in System Ketchup is what his papers read, the true word blocked underneath blue crayon, and Gaster made a mental note to tell his sons to stay out of his work papers. Next to the paper’s vandalized title were doodles of three stick figures that Gaster knew his youngest had drawn as they vaguely appeared to be him and his boys… why the smallest had a cape on he may never know.
Gaster would emit, though, that it was a nice touch to see on a boring day like today and in such a dull room. The lab was boringly quiet and the eggshell white walls offered no excitement nor did the black and white checkerboard titled floor. Most of the other scientists left early or even didn’t come into the lab on Friday, but Gaster was too neck deep in his research to leave; even though he wanted to.
His sons were staying over at his friend’s place until he got off work so Gaster didn’t have to worry. What he did worry about was what lay before him. His desk w