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Experiment Number Eighteen: The Next Generation
The timelines have collapsed. Everything I once sought to understand, to control, is now dust scattered across the Void. The fabric of existence itself has unraveled, leaving me stranded in this endless expanse. Yet, amidst this ruin, I see an opportunity—a final chance to create something meaningful.
I have gathered what remains: fragments of machines and tools salvaged from the shattering, thousands of monster souls lingering in the Void, and the six human souls collected by monsterkind over centuries. These remnants are the foundation of my last experiment.
This is no mere experiment of curiosity. It is an act of desperation, of ambition, and of redemption. Experiment Number Eighteen: The Next Generation is my final attempt to ensure that something, or someone, will endure beyond this collapse.
Step-by-Step Progression
Soul Separation
The first step was to unfuse the merged souls of Sans and Chara. Their fusion had become an anomaly, a chaotic combination of determination, will, and fractured identity. Using advanced soul-separation techniques, I successfully isolated their two halves. Sans's soul was fragile but intact, while Chara's half remained volatile, almost malevolent.
Magic Extraction
Next, I extracted pure magic from the collected monster souls. The process was harrowing—each soul contained the echoes of lives lost, their essence still clinging to purpose. The magic extracted was potent but unstable, a raw energy that required careful containment.
Determination Harvesting
The six human souls, brimming with determination, were subjected to a process of extraction. The determination was unlike anything I had encountered—dense, unyielding, and almost sentient in its resistance. But I succeeded. What remained were empty vessels, lifeless and inert.
Soul Vessel Fusion
The empty human soul vessels were melted down and reforged into a single cohesive structure. This new vessel was designed to withstand immense energy—an unyielding container for the next stage of my experiment.
Infusion with Sans's Soul
Sans's soul, fractured and exhausted from its countless loops, was placed into the fused soul vessel. It was a risky procedure—his soul's inherent traits could reject the new structure. Yet, against all odds, it held. His soul adapted, its form shifting into something unprecedented.
Magic-Determination Synthesis
The extracted monster magic and human determination were mixed together in precise proportions. The resulting energy was unlike anything I had anticipated—a volatile fusion of two opposing forces. This mixture was injected into Sans's newly stabilized soul.
Rebirth and Compatibility Analysis
The result was immediate. Sans's body dusted before my eyes, unable to contain the transformation. But his soul remained, suspended within the tube.
What emerged was no longer Sans. His soul was now a hybrid—neither human nor monster, yet both. Its structure resembled a human soul, but white lines wove through it, forming the intricate patterns of a monster soul.
The computers analyzed the compatibility of this soul. It was capable of resonating with many, but the results were clear:
Frisk: 20%
Sans: 40%
Papyrus: 60–80%
Flowey: 70%
Chara: 90%
Asriel: 100%
The compatibility with Asriel's essence was absolute. This soul was not just a vessel—it was the embodiment of potential, a continuation of the Dreemurr line.
Conclusion
When I placed my hand on the tube, the soul reacted instantly, glowing an intense red. It radiated with power and purpose, and its presence felt overwhelming. In that moment, I realized what I had created.
This being, this soul—it was more than a fusion of Sans and Chara. It was something entirely new. I named it Raziel, a blend of Chara's and Asriel's names. The name carries weight beyond its sound. It means "Demonic Archangel"—a protector, a destroyer, a being of immense potential.
Raziel is the culmination of everything I have learned, everything I have sacrificed. It is my final act as a scientist, as a creator. This is the next generation.
What happens next is unknown. Perhaps Raziel will carry the hopes of those who have been lost. Or perhaps… this will be my greatest and final failure.
—W.D. Gaster