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Once upon a time, a friend gifted me a Steam game simply known as Undertale. Judging from all the fanart and shit I found on Tumblr it was about a young girl and a sexy skeleton who likes puns, bad times, and he speaks in Comic Sans. However, although that shitty idea lingered, I played through Undertale, and I thought it was a decent game. But I won't forget that fateful day...

I was fucking around in Waterfall when I found this gray door. It led to a room which was empty, except for a white shadowy thing. Upon talking to it, it said "FNAF IS FUCKING SHIT" in Wingdings. It then disappeared. I thought that it was just a test room or an unused file, but then a monochromatic version of Monster Kid bumped into me. "Holy fucking shit, dude! That shirt is totes gnarly!" he said. I couldn't move my character, as she slowly walked away and seemed to cringe. I was surprised how hyper realistic the player character cringed in disgust, as she wasn't that detailed of a sprite. She looked at her striped shirt, and cringed even harder. Then a weird white dog appeared out of nowhere. I then got a call from Sans. "hey, do you wanna suck on my big bone?" I decided enough was enough and quitted the game. A few hours later, I started it back up. I was at the beginning of the game, oddly enough. In place of Flowey was a note.

To who it may concern,

It has come to my attention that our mere existence has caused cringe to infect the Earth's solar system. Now we are fucked.

- W.D. Gaster.

Now I realized what was really going on. The game is calling out its fanbase because it fucking sucks. Then I took a huge shit. The shit, somehow, was formed into a sentence saying "Undertale Fandom". Of course the fandom's a piece of shit. I had to lie down for a few minutes.

I had the strangest dream that night. I was in a creaky room, almost like a doghouse. Then a shadowy figure came up to me. "sup. i'm $@n$. yep. you heard that right." It looked like Sans but with a gold chain around his neck, snazzy glasses, and a weird cap with "OBEY" stitched onto it. "it's time i tell you about my tragic past." $@n$ then came up close.

"now this is a story all about how my life got flipped turned upside-down, and i'd like to take a minute to just sit right there, i'll tell you how i became the prince of a town called bel-air." A camera reel popped up, showing a film. "in west philadelphia born and raised, on the playground was where i spent most of my days."