Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-30319843-20190408153805/@comment-30319843-20190423172613

Gaster starts speaking. I pull out my Wingdings translator, which displays these words on its screen:

”YOU SHALL NOT LEAVE.

HOW COULD YOU NOT NOTICE MY PAIN.

THOSE ENTRIES WERE WRITTEN BY ME.

YET YOU DID NOT COME.

PATHETIC PLAYERS.

NO ONE CARES ABOUT ME

HOW I DISSOLVED IN MY OWN CREATION

AMONGST TIME AND SPACE.

NOW WE WILL SEE

WHO DESERVES TO LIVE AND NOT.”

”Gosh, that’s a lot,” I say.

Suddenly our surroundings turn black. We stand side to side to each other, and each of us has four buttons displayed before us: FIGHT, ACT, ITEM, MERCY.

”FOR A CHANGE,” the translation reads as he further speaks, “NO WEAPONS EXCEPT FOR A SINGLE STANDARD SUPER WEAPON OF YOUR CHOICE