Dear Journal,
Why is this happening to me? Why is every friend I made being killed? Is this all to spite me?
I still have work to do! I have to reinforce the barrier between Gaster and Reality! I have to drink ketchup too!
Oh, yeah, you do need to know what's going on.
So...
Alphys is dead. So is Mettaton.
...
That damn human. Why my best friend? They, from the good runs, most likely knows now from Undyne's confession that Alphys is struggling with anxiety and depression and relies on her friends and creations. And now that her crush and creation's gone... Well, I should have expected this. But overdose on DETERMINATION? Of all the ways to die...
But, ya know, people say life goes on. Maybe that's true. But, when you don't want to, that's the problem. Then, you're the problem.
A voice is shouting at me to go to the corridor, to get revenge.
What's the point of going to the corridor, like the voice tells me to do? If I go, I'll die! Besides, I guess the human didn't kill everyone. So I'll leave them alone.
I'm writing this while waiting for Naps. I wonder where he is. Maybe listening or creating music again? It's normal for him. He helped me negotiate in a bad timeline once, and we've gotten to know each other.
Oh, you thought I didn't know about the timelines? Well, wrong. I do know what it is, and some are good and some bad, but that's basically it.
It's night time now. Guess I have to go back.
I need help. Can someone help? I don't want to be here.
This feels like the past. When Gaster would treat me like a worthless puppet. When I was still trapped in the cages when captivity, obedience, power and torture were all I knew.
I don't want to go back. I want to enjoy being free. I want to live my life, care for Papyrus, and much more.
But it seems like Fate is tormenting me with this.
Oh well. I have to fix the machine now. Goodbye.
-Sans the Skeleton
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The Diary of a Skeleton Ketching-Up
أدب الهواةI AM FURIOUS. ABSOLUTELY FURIOUS AT THE AMOUNT OF CLASSICMARE CONTENT HERE. So I am going to make a story about it to finally satisfy my needs. This is the diary of Classic. A punny skeleton who loves ketchup, and got sliced in the chest a thousand...
