Sans wasn't used to having Gaster with him on the way to work. Then again, he wasn't really used to having Gaster around period, despite all the time he spent couped up in his own room. Gaster was quiet, Sans didn't know how, but he could tell something was being withheld from him. Sans kinda just checked around for the human as he brought Papyrus to the Inn where he could be safely watched and kept from the human and then led Gaster to the ferry. "Are you excited to get back to work, Sans?" The skeleton finally asked, making Sans look up from his seemingly paranoid vigilance. "yeah- i am, actually. i missed felidae and tika and the others. i hope they are doing alright..." Gaster scoffed softly. "Oh please, they have been working under me for far longer than you - they are quite alright. They've been keeping busy." Sans was about to retaliate when the Riverperson docked. "Tra la la, would you like to ride my boat?" Neither skeleton needed to be asked twice as they got in and got comfortable. "So, are you sure you want to follow through with that request of yours?" Gaster asked.

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Sans was certain on it. Gaster had said he wanted to train him how to use them anyway, so Sans guessed that Gaster was trying to get full permission before he started to get into his 'serious planning' mode. Sans looked at his hands while Gaster seemed to go into his own mind, doing mental calculations. He remembered when he first saw them, he shot down the idea of gaining a blaster so quickly, he didn't bother to entertain the idea. He tried to think of what had changed between then and now. Was it the determination? The C.O.R.E energy that was humming through his bones? The human that he knew was out there? Even if nobody believed him? When did Sans decide he wanted to get stronger? His goal before had been simply to live. Now, he could do that with the determination in his soul. He wondered if Gaster could see the four point stars in his dreams, too? Or maybe it was because he got zapped? "Tra la la, Beware The Man Who Speaks in Hands." Sans blinked up at the Riverperson, his expression confused. "wha...?" When the Riverperson didn't repeat themselves, Sans dismissed it.

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"S-Sans..! You're n-not d-dead!" Felidae was actually pretty excited to see the small skeleton and went so far as to hug him. Tika was next, though instead of hugging him, she totally smashed her head into his. "ow- tika, low hp!" Sans complained as he rubbed the sore spot. "That's what you get for worrying us!" She snarled, but Vexta was quick to pull her away and inclined their head in greeting. "yeah, it's nice to see you too. sorry for worrying you guys, i swear, i'm fine now!" He smiled at the four before Muzc decided to punch Sans in the arm. "ow- why are you guys abusing me?" The muscled monster only laughed. "We are glad to have you back, kid. Don't do that again, and I won't punch ya!" It certainly sounded like enough incentive for Sans not to almost die again - even if it wasn't his intention the first time. "Sans, come along. I need to get a good reading on your magic levels. It's time we sparred." Gaster ordered, and Sans blinked. A sparring match? It had been such a long time since Sans sparred... he jogged after Gaster. 

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Sans and Gaster both noticed it immediately. The difference in Sans skill, despite his insistence that he'd barely used his magic since his injury. It could've been a natural talent. But Gaster believed it was otherwise. The way Sans could instinctively evade his attacks with room to spare and so accurately target Gaster's soul... he believed this was the C.O.R.E energy at play. It had somehow heightened Sans sensory skills, and the actual magical output Sans had from all that time of constantly leaking magic was nothing to scoff at. It was truly too bad that his attack damage was so low. "Well, you certainly to have the magic to summon and maintain a blaster. And with some training, with them, possibly more than one." Gaster concluded as the sparring session concluded and a printer spat paper out at Gaster. "Perhaps I could find a way to increase your attack and defense, it is far too low..." Sans instantly shook his head. "woah, hey, one thing at a time, doc. let's do the blaster thing first before we go worrying about my battle stats..." Sans didn't like the idea of his stats being played with. He wasn't a test subject.

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They were back in the room where the blasters were being housed. Only difference now was the gurney and the small tray of tools at Gaster's side. "This will be a relatively short operation, Sans. A half hour at the most. I will be putting you to sleep so that I can imprint the blaster's mark into you and feed your magic into them. It will be a small, unnoticeable mark, directly into your soul. You may feel a lingering ach, but otherwise it's harmless. It will fade as the day wears on." Sans gulped and nodded. "alright... k, sounds good..." Sans removed his coat and shirt before getting on the gurney. Gaster gave him a small cup filled with a purple liquid. "Your sedative. It will be fast and you won't feel a thing while you're under." Gaster explained. Sans took a minute to gather himself and his resolve before he took it like a shot and nearly gagged. Gaster gave Sans a small apologetic smile as Sans laid down. As promised, it was fast acting. Sans grew pretty drowsy, pretty quickly. Before he knew it, he was waking up in the cot of his office.