Down in the laboratory, Gaster had a pen pushed against his skull, his eye scanning the same paper over and over again, one of his legs jumping. He had been reading some reports from one of his coworkers, Alphys, and what he was reading was complete bullshit. She was a newbie after all. And every time he would glance her way, she either fell, messed up the chemicals, or something exploded in her face. He, of course being the gentleman he is, kept a professional smile on and told her everyone makes mistakes. But he was pretty sure the girl had been dropped as a child for what the hell she had written down on the papers reporting back on one of the experiments.
"I'm wasting my time. I'm surrounded by idiots," he groaned, leaning his head back on his office chair, slightly moving left and right, gazing upwards. Before he could dissociate and forget the bullshit he just read with his own eyes, he heard hurried footsteps coming downwards of the stairs. Knowing that Papyrus was on duty, Sans was probably sleeping, and that lazy bastard would probably only be running that fast down the stairs if they ran out of mustard or Papyrus got hurt. So it could only be…
He tried to still gaze upwards at the plain colored walls, but his view was completely covered by brown hair and a big ass grin blocking his sight. He sighed, knowing trying harder to do so would probably only encourage and push the child to annoy him more. Let's just get this through with.
"What is it you want, Kaitlyn?"
"Watcha doin~" she asked, not even bothering to answer his own question. She was already leaning on the side forward of his seat, her face almost mushing into the papers with how close she was leaning.
Gaster opened his mouth to say something, but Lyn had already decided she was going to abruptly break his legs by jumping into his lap, pushing the chair with him still in it closer to the table as she inspected the works. His eye twitched, like she actually understood it.
"Ooh, reports from Alphys?"
She still knew how to read. How amazing.
But he decided to entertain her curiosity. Maybe that would get her out of here faster. He took a small sigh before leaning forward, his head nearby her shoulder, as he took the paper in his hand.
"Yes, I have received reports from my assistant. But I highly doubt that she will remain having that role, especially with how stupid this report is. Does she even know what job she is doing?" he rambled off, not realizing so. Kaitlyn only leaned against his chest as he talked her ears off, catching the comments he made of not meeting his expectations, undeserving to be in the same workplace as him, and probably some sexist comments too.
"Oh, fellow narcissist?" she threw the words out. She caught him out of his thoughts and rambling. His eyes snapped towards her, while she was still looking at the papers mindlessly and carelessly, rocking her body slightly.
The silence was too loud. But with her being a child in her age and still in stripes, he expected some pathetic comeback like this would probably have happened one way or another. He had most of the time with anyone else by now said something smart back, but he only seemed to get a simple word out.
"What are you on about?" he scoffed, squinting his eyes. "Do you even know what that word means, child?" His red eyelights were basically laser-ing them into the back of her head.
Meanwhile Kaitlyn was only shuffling between the papers, putting them in some sort of order.
"Don't worry. I know what it feels like to have a bottomless pit where your self-worth should be, to be so terrified of being ordinary that you'd rather be hated than ignored, and to spend every waking moment performing a version of yourself because the real one feels like a stranger you're ashamed to introduce to anyone." She spoke in an almost careless manner,before she finally finished the shuffling of papers, placing them on his desk, then jumping off his lap and making her way up the stairs, holding onto the handrails
She leaned one of her legs up, leaning backwards for one last call back to him. "It was just in the wrong order!" she called, before Gaster heard the stairs being fastly run up on.
His mind blanked out, only hearing a soft thud and an annoyed groan in the back of his mind. But he was already blank away from this. He shook his head before raising the papers.
"This is stupid," he thought to himself. "She's playing with me like an idiot." He quickly raised himself from his seat, making his way to the trash can.
But his eyes seemed to have caught a specific word that made him pause suddenly. And as he mindlessly read through it one last time with a bored expression, he noticed that now the papers he had read before made much more sense than it first did.
He held the papers for a little longer than he realized before snapping out of it, straightening his posture, crumbling the papers roughly, and throwing them all in the trash.
