Rebel Wolf (G!Sans x OC)

Rebel Wolf (G!Sans x OC)

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War. War can destroy everything, destroy relationships and tear friends and family apart. People die and kill others. War is a dark time. But even with as much as it destroys, there will always be light, hope. War can also bring people back together, unite for a cause...The monsters were released 3 years ago. Two and a half years is how long the war has been waging. I am on my own, like always when I find an old friend...and my soulmate tries to kill me multiple times. Click once more, dear reader, to learn my story.
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Routine. The entirety of every living thing is dominated by it, human or monster. Everything HAS to be the same. It was in this that you were the exception. For you everything was new, every time line a detailed altered in order to satisfy your sadistic desire for a new ending, whether it be only a few details of dialogue altered or something else entirely. Monsters you once considered family you now butcher and slaughter without a second thought, after all, that's what the Reset is there for, right? And all at once it stops. Your small hold over the Underground is ripped away from you and you are thrown into a dying timeline, monsterkind's final attempt at self-preservation. You're alone, completely and utterly alone. Except one. And he has a bone to pick with you.

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