Fear Me- Handplates!Gaster x Reader

Fear Me- Handplates!Gaster x Reader

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WARNING!!! This story WILL contain rape/noncon and gore, inhumane treatment of the reader, and NO ROMANCE until possibly very late in the book. I plan to update frequently but that may not happen. This is being written as a guilty pleasure type thing to make me feel a little better about some of my messed up fantasies. Please do not read this if you are not ok with any of the above situations in a FICTIONAL setting. When Toriel found you, you were unresponsive. She didn't know what to do, and therefore was forced to hand you over to the royal scientist in secret, hoping that he would heal you. Unfortunately, he had other plans. Cover art by anonymous reader
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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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