12 years. It's been 12 years and this damn machine just won't work. I've tried everything. Every combination, every equation, every formula. Nothing works, nothing nothing nothing. I'm running low on food, I need to fix this machine, otherwise I won't survive.
I looked for some more books today, some for knowledge, some for personal entertainment. It helps me stay sane. I sometimes read out loud, I haven't heard my own voice in a lot time. No point in talking when no one can hear you. But it helps with the silence, the deathly silence.
I probably have a few more year left before the food supply perishes. I need to read more books. I know to know more, learn more. I can't be stuck here. I'm running out of time.
Why won't it work, I don't have time for it to not work. I don't understand what's wrong, what would Ga-...
He. What would he do. What did he do? How did he do it? I'm not as smart as him, I never was and never will be. I think I'm loosing more memories. I can't remember the monsters faces who lived here, I can't remember their names. How long has it been? I'm so alone.
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No. No. No. No. No. NO!
It was working, it worked. Why'd it stop. Why.
No please, I need to leave. I can't take it here. I can't take this.
I̷̺̱͖̜̩̩͐͒̉͑́͜ț̴̡̡͙̲̙͓̼̜̞́̎͂̀̿̉̽͠ ̶̡̹͔̠̓͜w̶̧͍̖͌̉̃̄̇̉̓ą̵̙͇̘͂̿͗́̾̎̾ś̴̩̈́́̔̈ ̵̛̻͚͍̋̓̐̆s̶͕̩̜͍̟̩̬̤͍͂͊̇͗͆̉̾̕͝͠ụ̶̦̗̳̪̜̥̘̓̑͑͑͆̆́͠ͅp̷̡͈͙̝̞̳̖̜̱̯̈́̄́̑̔͊̇̒̈́p̶̛̝̻̜͊͋͋̇̋͘ọ̷̲̝̎̅̃̔̏͑͛̀͋͊š̷̨̰͛̍̌̽͝ȩ̶̮͍̦͇͐͛̏̓̏̀͗d̶͇̱̞͔͍͔̖̉̐̎̕͘͠ ̸͎̥̠̯̻͑̒̈͜͜ť̵̫͚̟̱̩̈́̀ȍ̵̦̦͖̯̠̠̺̩͔̔̍̉͜ ̸͉̲͈͓̌̊̀̃̏̕͜͜͠ẅ̷̨̢̱̳͖̠̩̟̣̘͌́̄͠͠͝͝ơ̶͓͎̩̩̟̑̇̉͑̏̚̚͝ṙ̶̛̬͖͓̓k̸̲̩̳͉̄̂̍̎̒̔̋͛̅̚
This isn't right, what's not right.
W̶̠̣̓̆̍͛̎́͒̈́̚H̷̨̳͂́͑̈́̓̆͌͑̚A̸̦̹̤͑́̾͒T̸͖͍̦͖̮̀́̄̊͌̑̈́ ̴̨̪͚̤́̏̉͆͛͗͛͒̿̈́Ì̶̧̯̲̱̹͇̹̖̼Ś̴̬̹̩̜͈͇̆̃̇̀̈́̚͠͝ ̶̢̡̢͔̬̀̕İ̵̢̡̫͈͚͖̪͊́T̷̢̞͗̈͂̕͝?̴̜͚̣̫͑̆̑͆͗͑̅̐͘͠
I need to calm down. Stressing about it won't fix it. What should I do now? What haven't I done? I've done it all, there's nothing left to do but work.
I can read. Read what? I've memorised every book down here. There's nothing left. There's no one left. I've seen it all, done it all, been everywhere, done everything.
I need to get out of here. I'm loosing myself. I can feel my brain melting into the mushy mess of insanity.
I need to pull it together. I can go train again, yeah yeah. That's a good idea, the stronger the better.
But I'm running out of time. Food is low, magic is low, sanity is running low. I have to work.
Work work work.
What's wrong? I need to find out what's wrong. Then I can fix it. Then I can leave.
Then I can be free.
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UnderL.O.V.E
FanficThis is an Undertale story I plan on making. I have no idea if I'll finish it or not, it depends on how many people read and if I run out of ideas or not. Warning, this will not be a pleasant story. I mean read the title lol. The story is described...
