Board Thread:Stories/@comment-26186871-20190130222657

''Every world has its fanfiction. And when there's fanfiction, there's also bad fanfiction.''

''This is an example of just how bad such fiction can get. Feast your eyes upon this.. We don't even know if it's a trollfic, or sincerely bad. But either way, it does a bad job.''

--Proluge--

Once upon a time, there lived two races:Humans, and Monsters. Then, there was a war. Then, eight humans came into the mountain, but only the last returned, freeing the monsters. But Asriel, and Gaster, were never saved. What might Frisk do now? Well, here is the story of their salvation.

--Part 1-- Firsk had succeeded in comvincing the humans that monsters weren't evil, and as such, went into the depths of Waterfall, to begin their quest. There, was a door. Frisk went to open the door, and beyond there, was Gaster. The old doctor who fel into the CORE, scattered around time and space. Oh, should I hade told you that in the prolouge? I don't know. Friask tried to just bring Gaster along, but he vanished away. Frisk left and came back. Eventually, Frisk used a weapon to send Gaster flying out the door, and back into reality.

"Thank you human-You have saved me. You have brought me back to life, and the real world.", Gaster spoke. And together, they joruned back into the surface. 