if i manifest hard enough then maybe the ottawa charge will not only win, but also win the entire walter cup tonight. i know they need three wins for that but maybe they can win so hard tonight that it counts for double. walter cup. praying 🙏🏻
The gel in the tank bubbled as it settled; inside a mechanized arm worked at closing an open gash on the left leg of the tank’s occupant.
Gaster watched with interest for a time, resting on the tank’s edge as he viewed the process from above while the tank rested in its horizontal position on the floor. When he grew bored, he stood and walked to the control panel nearby and pressed a key on it.
Gears began to whirl, the tank shifted and raised into its vertical orientation, locking into the cabinet that it was connected to for power.
Inside the girl remained undisturbed, as the stasis tank was designed to ensure.
The stasis tank was another of Gaster’s more recent designs; this one in particular being the Alpha design, the one he had built first before releasing its design for processing and use in the Underground. An all-purpose medical machine, the tank was designed to ensure its occupant was cared for while they healed.
Its gel was breathable while also providing all nutrients needed for survive as well as also absorbing any waste the occupant would create. Another function of the tank was to also provide assistance in all types of surgeries, minor to major. At the back of the tank were several metal panels, each containing different tools used during various procedures; an auto function was installed for simpler ones, such as the stitching of leg wound, while a manual override was available in which a person could command each arm to allow precise control during the more complicated surgeries.
This is where the benefit of having the tank shift between horizontal and vertical aliments came into play; when proper observation mattered the most.
The strongest trait though, at this time, that the stasis tank provided was its ability to impede the body’s advancement; essentially freezing the body at the moment it was fully submerged in the tank. This ability allowed the chance for life-threatening injuries to be dealt with at a controllable pace. Though in truth, it wasn’t a full standstill, the tank simply slowed the body’s processes to a much, much slower rate. While the body functioned normally, its decaying process, such as sickness or aging, slowed; a healthy person placed inside it could sleep for years and wake up aging barely an hour.
As grand as the tank was though, it could not stop death, once a monster had begun to fall or had fallen, there was little it could do except hold the host at that point.
For some it was enough, allowing a chance for loved ones to say goodbye.
For the human though, it meant she would survive, in a way. The tank’s ability meant that the shattering soul would be frozen at its current point. She would not die, at least not for some time, but she would never heal. As much as Gaster and all those who had worked alongside them to design the tank had tried, there was no way to save a shattered soul.
The tank came to rest, its gears slowly grinding to a halt, and the monitors around it clicked to life; the scan of its occupant had been completed.
The screens displayed varying bouts of information; heartrate (25 bpm), body temperature (95°F/35°C), and other important data.
The final screen clicked on, and began flashing with an alert signal.
Soul status: 14% stability.
“Hm.” Was his only comment on the information as Gaster reached into his right pocket and removed the silver bracelet, which he had retrieved from the ground before picking up the human. The several little figures, varying between gold and silver, spun in the air as he examined it. A moment later he strode over to the desk that was in the private lab, a box rested on it; inside rested the other articles that belonged to the human, which was solely the torn sweater and jeans. She had nothing else.
Placing the jewelry atop the contents, Gaster placed the contained lid on it and walked to a closet to the left of the stasis tank. Inside the personal power switchbox for the room and several shelves were located. After brief consideration, Gaster lifted the box and placed it on the highest shelf. He would decide what to do with the items later.
He return to the main chamber, closing the door behind him, and glanced at the tank again. This time the machine worked on setting her broken collarbone.
While he watched, he reached into his left pocket this time, and now withdrew a recorder.
Gaster preferred, when he could, to record all his thoughts while working on a project. This allowed him the ability to review what occurred during the research he conducted. It was a private log, not even Alphys, even if she was present during the recording, was allowed to have access to any records he had. When the recorder became full, they were uploaded to a secure hard drive that was under lock and key when not being used, and returned home with him when he was not at the lab.
As he continued watching the tank’s processes, he raised the recorder, thumb on the bright red button, and pressed down.
For real. My iPhone cord is busted and my extra one is all the way out in my car….blah hope my phone charges while I sleep otherwise I’m gunna be so pissed in the morning✌😴💤
