I run down a long path, dodging another cluster of spears. Somewhere down along the line, I split up from the gang and told them I'd meet them right before I got to Hotland. Everything was as it should've been as I walked down that barren path in Waterfall. I'd gotten used to the atmosphere of this darkened timeline. All of it seemed to have this very, very bloody aesthetic that I couldn't have wrapped my mind around no matter how hard I struggled to do so. All of it just felt the slightest bit wrong to me. Although, I'd never gone through a world such as this before. I think that if I was somehow naturally born in this world, everything wouldn't have seemed so odd to me.

My father always told me that it was the perspective of things that caused people to assume something was right or wrong. He always told me that it was best to look at things with an open mind and try to see the different angles of a situation whenever I was given the opportunity to do so. I grew up a very open-minded child. He always told me that I was very mature for my age. Well, my glitched age anyway. It took a while to sink in that I was completely broken. I'm not meant to exist at all, and sometimes the thoughts would really get to me. I could faintly hear somebody talking to me as I continued down this path. They spoke with a particularly mocking tone, one that got increasingly more annoying the more I went down the path.

Hellloooooooo? I'm talking to you, idiot!

I didn't respond. To my disdain, that person- I figured it was a man- managed to somehow get louder.

HEY, DEAF GIRL, I'M SPEAKING HERE!

"What!?" I snapped.

I suddenly realized I looked like a lunatic, yelling outwardly at what probably was just my imagination. I began to dwell on how the atmosphere of this area was slowly getting to me. It didn't seem like he was only my imagination though, my head was ringing as if he was actually there. I figured he was real.

Oh she CAN hear me. I thought Papyrus had killed her ears with his constant screaming. Though, she'd still hear me regardless, so it's not like that would've even mattered!

"If you could please tell me what's with you!" I tried to keep my voice down, but he was starting to drive me over the edge.

How long had he even been talking? It felt like hours, though I've only managed to hear him. He does sound quite familiar though, so I assumed it was someone I already met.

Oh I COULD, but just to spite you, I WON'T!

Oh joy, he's one of those people.

"Well," I said, "if you can't tell me what's with you, then I suppose I should ignore you as I've been doing earlier! Good day!"

I began to skip down the path, mocking the voice I heard echoing slightly in my head. As I guessed, that got to him greatly. As he gave out an irritated groan, I snickered.

Fine! W.D Gaster at your service, here to make your life a living hell!

I stop skipping, recognizing the name and the voice.

"G-Gaster? Where are you?" I ask.

Hard to say. Well, not really. I'm in some sort of void. It's black. And dark. Very, VERY dark.

I've never really been to The Void before. I always assumed it was just an empty room filled with the thoughts of the unfortunate person who managed to wind up there. There were no ins or outs, with whoever lying inside being able to see the outside world, but not interact with it. Assuming Gaster hadn't gotten any older while he floated around in that blank space, The Void could be seen as a place where time doesn't exist at all. Who knows how old he even is!? I've always been-

HEY, I'M TALKING HERE!

He's angry. I should've probably listened some more. Is he always angry? Probably not. Maybe it's just my fault. I stop walking altogether, sitting up against a wall.

"I'm listening," I reply.

Good. Listen, I've been watching you going around the Underground. Space time and all! You being in my timeline lets me talk to you. I must say, you've gotten yourself in DEEP SHIT. And by deep shit, I mean timeline jumping! I haven't seen that ever since that kid came along.

"What?"

Believe it or not, Anna, you're not the only kid in the Underground right now. Someone in this universe. You...broke this timeline, sort of, when you came here. It's split into two versions now. One where you're here, and another where that other person is.

"There's another person here besides me?" My mouth drops open a bit.

He's a boy. His name is Macintosh. Funny guy. Dunno why he likes me.

"Macintosh?" I thought for a bit. "You said this place is split. If he does something in this timeline, does it affect mine?"

No, but wouldn't that be a concept! We REALLY don't need to make this story more convoluted than the entire Homestu-

"Don't do it."

Okay, just making a point here! You two are living separate lives right now. I just so happen to have the ability to talk to you both.

"Why're you helping me, Gaster?" I asked, suspicious of his intent. "Aren't you just like the monsters around here?"

Hell yes, but I'm bored as shit. What else am I going to do? Watch you walk around aimlessly and get killed over and over?...Actually...

"No."

Well alright then, get a move on! Don't you have a King to see?

He was right, despite my hesitation. Asgore is probably expecting me by now. I run off ahead, talking to this new Gaster the whole way.