*cover and pictures do not belong to me
Honestly, I'm just going to write both ways
I have no patience XD
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If you wanted him to get corrupted:
Chara's POV:
A little nagging voice in my non-existant head urges my 'hand' towards the corrupt option.
Oohhhh this is not going to end well.
I press the button, knowing that I can't go back.
At this point in this stupid fanfic of us, could it get any worse??
The familiar sensation of being sucked into another living thing hits me- you know that moment whe you're vacuuming the house and then the vacuum sucks up an incredibly big dust mote?
In this cass, I am the dust mote.
It really isn't pleasant.
About halfway through the 'sucking', I get violently thrown out, and land painfully on my butt. I curse. A lot.
'Oohhhhh son of a b̥ͦl̥ͦe̥ͦḁͦc̥ͦh̥ͦ, I swear to Asgore I will f̥ͦl̥ͦi̥ͦp̥ͦp̥ͦi̥ͦn̥ͦg̥ͦ kill you, FRESH ESPECIALLY YOU COME HERE YOU _______________________!!!!!!'
Fresh stares at me, with his stupid glasses all like OH NO_YOU DIDN'T
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I WANT TO SLAP HIM SO BAD!!!!!!!
And I try.
I run forward, looking up to fell the satisfaction of slapping the s̥ͦh̥ͦi̥ͦp̥ͦ out of Fresh. I try to hit his face as hard as possible, but then my f̥ͦr̥ͦe̥ͦḁͦk̥ͦi̥ͦn̥ͦg̥ͦ ghost hand goes through his stupid skull >:/
How I just want to wring out his bony neck
*Le tem skip beacause the author is lazy :3*
After a bunch of cussing, I start to calm down. It doesn't help that Fresh keeps on teasing me by sticking his hand was through me and Sans just, well, playing with his gaster blaster. Like, that thing is dangerous? I think playing fetch with a two-tone animal skull that can shoot lasers is a serious hazard. And- GAH! FRESH TAKE YOUR F̥ͦL̥ͦI̥ͦP̥ͦP̥ͦI̥ͦN̥ͦG̥ͦ HAND OUT OF MY EYES!!!! I SWEAR I WILL KILL YOU SOON >:/
Okay, as I was saying, Fresh needs to find another hobby other than poking inside my body. I mean, imagine me putting my hand in your insides and then squeezing them!
...
It feels weird.
Plus, his glasses are stuck with LOL_CAN'T TOUCH DIS and I sooooo want to... 'play' with him. Even if the genocide routes are not caused by me, I do like a bit of violence *cue violent coughing*
*sigh* Now, my current situation makes it hard to do certain actions, and I have few choices left. Don't forget, my main SOUL trait is still DETERMINATION, no matter how much you think my SOUL is corrupted with HATE. Obviously, I don't give up easily. So I try again.
I take a deep breath, bracing myself for the feeling.
It doesn't come.
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I'm so sorry for the late update, I'll cut this long chapter into multiple parts, just to make the wait a little shorter ;3
My wifi is being a *****, it takes longer now, sorry for the inconvenience
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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...
