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Desperation. It'd make you do things you'd thought incapable of yourself. Fear and anxiety drills and spills out from the frontier of your brain-- all rationale is hazardly thrown out the imaginary window, animal following instinct. Your judgment falls; ticks. Consequently, you make choices you don't usually make, say things not normally said. Can you truly be blamed for simple desperation?(desperation is one nasty affliction)
Dr. W.D Gaster is bone-tired, to put it plainly. He can sense it deep within his marrow, decreasing his already dubious will to live. Not that he had any to begin with. Too many coffee cups complicate his work desk; paperwork overwhelms the surface. Everything feels out of place-messy-imperfect.
The clock on his computer screen reads 3:51 AM. He sighs quiet-soft, his boney hands scrape and nudge at his skull-head. He should just go home...yet there's so much work to be done.
He has a plan, an idea that could greatly improve monsterkind's chances if he has the willpower. He can't rest now. He will not fail them.
( He's already failed his son. )