I walk up to the van seeing who is driving in there. To my surprise, it seemed to be a human child. Then I somehow remembered the name of a child...Hello, frisk. Frisk was strangely quite then started to hand motions. I s them the where sign language. The gestures said...Gaster are you ready for the paleto heist. The fact that I brought myself into this wasn't my choice but somehow did them subconsciously. Then I decided this needs to stop. I started to speak in my native language wing dings...ťīmë şțøp. Everything froze then turned to a blue tint. I was amazed at a power I never knew I had I decided to go back to the omega-timeline. I walked trough grillby's front door while thinking about the omega-timeline. Then I was greeted by the same white void I was originally in.
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The Story Of W.D Gaster
FantasyA father who has fallen into a failed experiment and is trying to fix his mistakes and many failed attempts.
