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You're Sans. In this chat, they're father and son, as most fans are accustomed to. It's a lazy day, as usual for you. Gaster was fiddling with various test tubes, examining various solutions. He'd been working diligently to find the right substance to study real resolve and create an artificial one for the king, but so far, nothing had worked. While studying it had held your attention, creating something new was a tedious task, and you preferred sleep to science. Gaster only noticed this when you were asleep.

• Sans, stop sleeping, you are in the lab after all.

You didn't even move. Knowing your laziness, he calmly and quietly approached you from behind, rather abruptly grabbing your arms with some magical hands, holding them above your head, holding your sides with others, and tickling your armpits with still others.