Othertale
Othertale

Synopsis

Frisk thought it was the end of him after so many, many returns that always led to the same path and never got the "happy ending" he wanted so much. She felt that she was getting colder and colder, after all, she already knew everything that would happen and it was no use anymore. At the same time, Chara seemed to get stronger and stronger and gradually gained a physical appearance and materialized, while the heroine Frisk, little by little, became weaker and more hopeless. After one last battle, which seemed to be the decisive one, Frisk tried to "return" for the last time, however, something went wrong and ended up messing up all the timelines of various dimensions and leading other humans and humanoids to some labyrinth that even the monsters knew wasn't underground. After all, who were the merciful and murderers at that moment when so many strange people were gathered and everyone could be a suspect?

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Olá unicórnios. Eu sou "Ariel" e meu foco em geral é em fanfics para Fandons – Focando em jogos de RPG Maker – e algumas Oneshot...

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Total: 7,925 words
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Prólogo – Linhas Temporais [Frisk]

1,604 words•~9 min
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Capítulo I – O reencontro (1/2) [Ib]

1,357 words•~7 min
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Capítulo II – O reencontro (2/2) [Ib]

2,750 words•~14 min
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Capítulo III – O livro e o armário [Allen]

2,214 words•~12 min

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