I munch on my third hotcat and contemplate life.
What is the point?
What is the meaning?
What is my purpose?
How can I fulfil my purpose?
Why should I?
When can I?
Why didn't I die in the fall?
Why does Sans hate me so much?
What is the point?
Why shouldn't I give up?
Why determination?
Why not, I dunno, abstinence, or something dumb that let me give up?
Actually, not abstinence...
Uhm...
Why me?
Why not Chara, or any of the other SOULS who came down here?
Why Frisk?
Who is Frisk?
What is a Frisk?
Where is a Frisk?
When is a Frisk?
How is a Frisk?
I tighten the noose and look over the edge of the bridge leading into Snowdin.
Who knew that the Gauntlet of Deadly Terror would be so useful?
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Broken Timelines ✔️
FanfictionI WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS 15/16 I'M REALLY SORRY LADS Chara is stuck in a spiral of Evil. Sans and Frisk are happily living on the Surface. The LOVE is gone, and replaced with love. All Gaster needs to do is interfere with a moment.
