Watchingman remains the singular amalgamate within the True Lab, sequestered to the darkest corners, forgotten by the rest of their insane kin. They have escaped the worst of the corruption of the Hunger, due to the depth the lab resides belowground and their reluctance to emerge above into Hotland, and while they are slowly starving, they cannot truly die, and so linger, a shadow and a memory, forever watching over halls that echo with long dead screams and forbidden knowledge, waiting for the return of Alphys and Sans, for their continued work on the solution to break the barrier, so they can be free.

Like they promised.

Watchingman's form has melted slightly, over time and the gradual, if very slight, exposure to the Hunger, but they remain the curious and quirky being they always were as they stand guard over the abandoned research of a lost age.