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Hello everyone. It seems like you guys like the story, what made me really happy. Therefore I didn't resist and begun to write with as much happyness as possible the story on. Enjoy the first Chapter and btw, the amount of words will always be random...

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{Y/N}'s POV

The silence was real and I felt the souless town. Once back then, this town was pretty nice for sure, but what kind of mean thing destroyed it?

I couldn't find the answer, so I stopped tinking about it and turned to the kind man with the strange language again. Only now, as the sun shun brighter down to us, I realized, that he was a sekeleton. He wasn't a human, but as long as he didn't attack me, I refused to fight him, even though someone told me once, that strangers, who aren't humans, would be dangerous. But from who I got this information again? I didn't even know this and begun to talk to the scary skeleton again. 

"Mr. Gaster, huh? I remember this name, promise" I smiled to him, what made the big, black man happy as well. W.D. Gaster put then the piece of paper into his pocket of the gentleman looking suit and as he put his hidden hands behind his back afterwards, I looked again around. 

I had no clue where I was and especially, what exactly happened to this place. Except the two of us, nobody was here. Oh well, if I would count the dead creatures in our environment, we wouldn't but Gaster and I were the only ones, who were be able to move. 

Suddenly, something came onto my tongue. If Gaster really couldn't speak my language, then he didn't write the several letters on the paper, right? I was curious about this and looked diagonally at him.

"Tell me Gaster... who wrote this" I whispered a tad depressed and looked straight towards his pocket, where he put the paper inside. He stared back at me and pointed this time behind me, into the distance. I turned around and all what I could see, were many trees, which showed together a kind of forest.

I was confused, but apparently, someone lived out there, who wrote this? I dunno... it was really hard, to understand his signs with the hands, but I was sure about it, that I'll understand it at one day. It was clear, that we would stay together, so I tried to look into him.

"I-it w-was y-y-your f-father, w-who did this on the paper" he suddenly spoke, but not fluently at all. Despite that, I almost fell down with surprise, but nevertheless, I could keep up my balance. I was happy and had to laugh a bit, that he could do that. I assumed it was quite difficult for him, but at least I could hear his words, even though they were crackling, like an avalanche with rocks. I instantly questioned myself, why he didn't speak my language earlier, but I'm sure it had a good reason, so I let it be, to ask him.

Then, I became serious and looked at the ground, where a small tint of water was seen, and therefore, I could see myself.
"My father.. huh? Who was he?" I whispered and somehow, it came to my mind, that I didn't even have a mother around me. I became more and more depressed, and slowly began to have a suspection.
"Gaster. Do you know, what exactly happened to them?" I asked, and felt some tears in my eyes. He saw that and even though it hurt him to say it, he just shook his head, instead of saying a 'no' or something. He knew, that I would start to cry, so he just hugged me slightly, after he got down on his knees. I placed my head next to his neck on the shulder and could feel his nice, black scarf.
I could fight against the tears, until some of them dripped down on Gasters scarf. I had to cry a tad, but after some minutes, as Gaster patted my back slowly, I stopped, and broke up the embrace with him. It felt pretty nice, but everything should have find an end, also the best things.
It was setted...
If my father wrote this piece of paper, but wasn't around, as well as my mother, it was clear for me, that they both died. But the question is where?
I mean, over time I saw each creature and human at least twice, but none of them were neither my mother, nor my father.
"❄☟☜✡🕯☼☜ 👎☜✌👎..." the man said this time even more fluently, but in his language again. I wished I could know, what he meant with that, but on the other hand, it was maybe better, that it stayed unknown.