Gaster (Undertail)

You were an expert and the creation of a gaster. He spent years trying to create a monster that would be his own... but something went wrong... and you were born. (Paul, race of your choice) What Gaster wasn't exactly impressed by, but rather disappointed by, was that he wasn't trying to create some new kind of monster. He wanted to create a skeleton. But no matter how you look at it, I still took up the study of a new species that was floating motionless in an incubator with green water and a bunch of pipes that were connected to you. Some read the heartbeat, others the work of the brain... well, and the work of the organism, etc. And Gaster wrote all this down in his notebook, naming your species a name of your choice ... But it was not clear to him why you did not come to your senses a week after your creation... × A fucking week has passed! And he/she still hasn't come to his/her senses! ... Ugh.. What am I wasting my time on!? ×Gaster growled, throwing some notes, pens, and pencils off the test tube. It all fell to the floor with a loud crash. His voice was full of failure in creation and disappointment that this new subspecies of monster wasn't even coming to its senses.×