A fanfiction of Undertale; a game that is created by Toby Fox. A story told by W. D. Gaster. As time goes on, the underground is going corrupt, and faith is lost. Gaster conflicts many situations, explores beyond the underground, and enters a box of void; only to stay there for years, watching monsters and humans in the underground through clear walls. No one can see him. No one can hear him. No one can sense him. No one can smell him.
Warning: There is violence, blood, monster dust (monster blood), and spoilers. In this timeline, the human is on a genocide run. Read at your own risk. Do not read if you dislike reading written violence. There will also be profanity in the future chapters.
A/N: This story is a work in progress, if I have time, I will make more chapters. There are also celebrations, milestones, and news of "River of Melancholy (Undertale Fanfiction)" in one of my other stories called "Skype Cat's Wattpad Journal".
Copyright Notice: All characters, places, and Temmie Flakes in this fanfiction are Toby Fox's. Not mine. The cover also isn't mine, paletulle just made the cover and used someone else's art. I don't know who drew the background, but I do know the artist of that Gaster drawing is this person right here: https://twitter.com/itscalnigz/status/655654155353268224 . The banners on all chapters aren't mine. The art on them were drawn by someone else, paletulle wrote over it and used five layers of filters.
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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