A fanfiction of a fanfiction of a fiction. Now that's what I call LUDICROUS AND POMPOUS AND FOOLISH AND-
Chapter 1: Pardon me, but aren't you me?
Well, he had given his last bursts of energy. Corrupted Sans could feel all of that power draining away immediately after the attack. He was sure that he had finished the thing. But NO! Corrupted Sans was shocked to find an unharmed Finis still standing in his way.
I don't care though. He thought to himself. I'm dying, so what is there to worry about now?
His skull, his bones, his entire skeletal body was turning into dust. His vision was fading away yet he was still alive. What kind of death was this?
Suddenly, when the last portion of his consciousness was about to fade away, Corrupted Sans heard a voice in his mind.
You still have a purpose.
OOO (NOW THAT IS COPYING PIN'S WAY OF LATER ON)
Corrupted Sans woke up only to find that he was still alive, but everything was... different. OH, HELL YEAH IT WAS DIFFERENT.
He was back at Snowdin where the player first showed up. In front of him was the bar where he came and drank ketchup. This was one of the good times before he was given his powers and became a threat to his own society.
He got up and looked around. As usual, everything was snowy. But then, when he looked behind him, he nearly jumped.
"Gaster?" Corrupted Sans said with great shock.
The tall, slender being smiled. Wearing his usual black suit and having a scar across and down his right forehead, he looked like one of those menacing agents or spies. His eyes glowed purple, and he stood at ease.
For a few seconds, Gaster just continuously stared at Corrupted Sans.
"So... you're back." Gaster finally spoke.
"What happened?" Corrupted Sans said with great confusion. "I'm supposed to be dead."
"Settle down... Sans," Gaster said. "All shall be answered soon, I assure you."
"What happened? A powerful force brought you back to a new reality. Wasn't me though."
"Was it the King? The player? Could it possibly be Papyrus, my brother?"
"None," Gaster replied. "It was a being somewhat similar to you. Actually, a being of great sameness."
"What do you mean?" Sans asked.
Suddenly, next to Gaster's left was a skeleton... it was him! But this skeleton had a different clothes pattern. His jacket was black and underneath it, he wore red. His slippers were very red as well.
The skeleton smiled, but his smile was a little darker than a normal one.
"Corrupted Sans, I'd like you to meet Underfell Sans."
A fanfiction of a fanfiction of a fiction. Now that's what I call LUDICROUS AND POMPOUS AND FOOLISH AND-
Chapter 1: Pardon me, but aren't you me?
Well, he had given his last bursts of energy. Corrupted Sans could feel all of that power draining away immediately after the attack. He was sure that he had finished the thing. But NO! Corrupted Sans was shocked to find an unharmed Finis still standing in his way.
I don't care though. He thought to himself. I'm dying, so what is there to worry about now?
His skull, his bones, his entire skeletal body was turning into dust. His vision was fading away yet he was still alive. What kind of death was this?
Suddenly, when the last portion of his consciousness was about to fade away, Corrupted Sans heard a voice in his mind.
You still have a purpose.
OOO (NOW THAT IS COPYING PIN'S WAY OF LATER ON)
Corrupted Sans woke up only to find that he was still alive, but everything was... different. OH, HELL YEAH IT WAS DIFFERENT.
He was back at Snowdin where the player first showed up. In front of him was the bar where he came and drank ketchup. This was one of the good times before he was given his powers and became a threat to his own society.
He got up and looked around. As usual, everything was snowy. But then, when he looked behind him, he nearly jumped.
"Gaster?" Corrupted Sans said with great shock.
The tall, slender being smiled. Wearing his usual black suit and having a scar across and down his right forehead, he looked like one of those menacing agents or spies. His eyes glowed purple, and he stood at ease.
For a few seconds, Gaster just continuously stared at Corrupted Sans.
"So... you're back." Gaster finally spoke.
"What happened?" Corrupted Sans said with great confusion. "I'm supposed to be dead."
"Settle down... Sans," Gaster said. "All shall be answered soon, I assure you."
"What happened? A powerful force brought you back to a new reality. Wasn't me though."
"Was it the King? The player? Could it possibly be Papyrus, my brother?"
"None," Gaster replied. "It was a being somewhat similar to you. Actually, a being of great sameness."
"What do you mean?" Sans asked.
Suddenly, next to Gaster's left was a skeleton... it was him! But this skeleton had a different clothes pattern. His jacket was black and underneath it, he wore red. His slippers were very red as well.
The skeleton smiled, but his smile was a little darker than a normal one.
"Corrupted Sans, I'd like you to meet Underfell Sans."