Well, tHiS iS gOinG jUst FinE, The timeline is extremely messed up XXDD
Sorry about the verbs in this, i keep on forgetting if its present tense or past XD
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???'s POV
I open a portal to the messed up RESET. I smirk, thinking of their reactions. Hoping none of them will kill me, I stepped in.
"Hey, whaddup ma radical brosephs?"
I'm grinning like an idiot.
Sans's POV
"Hey whaddup my radical brosephs?"
My head turned towards the newcomer so quickly that I thought my head was going to fall off. The owner of the voice wore flashy bright-coloured clothes that made my eyesockets hurt. He had a cap on backwards, sunglasses saying 'YOLO' on them in yellow and blue. He was closing a portal.
"U-uh who are you?" I mentally face-palmed myself. This is way too awkward.
"Oh, ma name is Fresh, whats your name?"
Gosh
"My name is Sans."
"Well, my radical dawg, I'm a Sans like you."
Wait- what? I am extremely confused. 'I'm a Sans'? What is that supposed to mean?! There are more versions of me?!
My mouth should have been open, because Fresh cleared his throat out.
"Why the f̥ͦu̥ͦn̥ͦk̥ͦ are you here?" Chara blurted out.
"Why, I saw that you two pals had a bit of... Un rad trouble going on here."
"So you just step in??"
"Why the unfresh behaviour lil' brah?" {help i have no clue on 90's lingo XD}
"Because YOU literally just BURST without warning! Give me a f̥ͦu̥ͦn̥ͦk̥ͦi̥ͦn̥ͦg̥ͦ break!"
"Hey, mind your languge little broseph"
"I am NOT one of your f̥ͦl̥ͦi̥ͦp̥ͦp̥ͦi̥ͦn̥ͦg̥ͦ brosephs!!"
The so-called Fresh lowered his shades a bit, revealing his eyesockets.
His right one was... Normal, just devoid of emotion, and the other was- HIS SOUL??
HOW IS THIS TIMELINE SO MESSED UP?!!!
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Imma end here
YOU ARE READING
Tired
FanfictionThis was my first story. Sans, after a round of particularly draining RESETS, wants to get to the root of the problem. And so, he asks. He gets an answer, but things start to jumble and blend into an incomprehensible mixture of worlds and theories...
