scale training

Gaster hefted a stone off one end of the balance scale while carefully pattering a constant stream of Justice projectiles from a hand hovering above the other. Slowly decreasing both the weight and his force, he remained deep in thought until a set of loud bangs outside broke his concentration. He yelped and sprung backwards, Justice particles suddenly slamming downwards with maximum force. The balance wildly swung one way, then the other, and came to rest with a loud clang.

He looked down at the balance pan underneath his hand: he'd punched it full of holes. He'd have to replace it later. Again.

But then he looked back to the weight end. He'd gone all the way down to three stones! They were hefty stones, each weighing as much as a small child, but it was still much of an improvement over his original power.

Now, he just had to tell someone off for why they thought startling him at this time of night was a good idea.