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I must admit, this wasn't to be expected. These girls seem to have switched bodies and personalities...
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Chara, the murderer, the killer, the angry. Turned Good?
And Frisk, oh sweet, innocent, pacifist Frisk. Turned Evil?
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I must say, this really isn't helping me... My plan is set in motion though, and must continue. I wonder if my sons shall come out unscathed.
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Ugh, you are so irritating. Shut up please? Heh, I'm asking myself to shut up. Aren't I a funny one? Yeah. I'm real humerus heheheh...
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What? Can't a skeleton make a pun every now and then? No? Why on earth not? I love puns. I'm glad to see my son also loves them. Maybe too much...
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I know, I cannot stay in this realm too long. It's damaging. I have to let you do your job.
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All I can see is water.
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Beware The Man Who Speaks In Hands...
(A/N: anyone understanding this? No? Yes? Maybe? You have a theory? I'd be surprised if anyone knew where I was going with this XXXXXXTALE section... But if you guess right the Xs get removed. ;) happy guessing)
Carry On My Wayward Pumpkins
~Meepaa~
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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.
