The River Person's Song

To begin

Tra la la.
I suppose you came for a story.
Well, this story is different from others.
An origin story, if you will.
We always wonder about chara.
We always wonder about Gaster.
We always wonder about sans.
But I am none of those.
Tra la la.

I was born a black, fiery tempest,
Only to be controlled with a cloak of blue.
I cannot die.
I have tried.
But it does not work.
I was given a friend, created a job and name for myself,
And no one questioned how I came to be,
Or what I even am,
Under that sea blue cloak.
Tree lee lee.
This is the story of me.
The story of how a demon gained foresight,
A friend,
A cloak,
A customer.
And a song.
This is the story of the River Person.

Tra la la.

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I have returned!!!!!!
I was working on another book when this story came to mind. I have a beginning and a bunch of ideas for the middle, not really sure how it's going to turn out.
But here we go.
This is the tale of the river person.