I couldn't help but remember, the memory striking my whole being. Something in my life made me forget. He was my friend. He then died a painful death, falling into the CORE. How can someone tell me that there's still hope that he's alive? It explains the dreams, the voices... and even the boney hands that held my face...
Excluding the most important holidays, there was only one other day a year that Grillby's was closed. If anyone actually looked inside, they would see Grillby sitting alone at the bar, his flames dim and with a picture pressed against his chest, reminiscing about a bittersweet past. No one would know why, but that was...
El científico W.D. Gaster siempre se ha mantenido aislado de todo lo que no se relacionara con su laboratorio, sentía el deber de dedicarle su vida a la ciencia y al futuro del Underground. Pero, ¿eso cuánto duraría? ¿Realmente qué pasaba por su cabeza? Y, ¿qué pasaría luego con su carrera y su vida personal, luego de...
Se supone que eran Unos desalmados asesinos..Pero vaya que habia mucho amor en su corazon oscuro..
