Goldie was gone. Now I was alone.

Well, I say I was alone, but there was this one man in his thirties now occupying what was Goldie's seat. And he looked eerily like me.

And when I say like me, the only difference was the clothes, hair color, eyes, and rabbit ears. While he wore a purple button down shirt with simple jeans, I didn't. His eyes were relatively normal, except they were purple, too. Even his hair was purple in the right lighting, but right now, it was black.

His outline was faded some, like a ghost. 

"Who the hell are you?" I blurt out, surprised.

The ghost blinked. "Had things been different, I would be you."

I SPIT OUT MY BANANA- "What?"

"Did I stutter?"

I look around nervously. "So why..."

"I died in a car crash before you were born. Your -our- parents were so devastated, the earth took pity on them. And made you. Ever wondered why you were able to bond so easily to the earth? Sammy didn't screw up. You are the earth, Springtrap Gaia. The earth herself died so you could live. So I could live."

I was still processing it. I was just like Sans. An experiment. A creation. A replacement.

"So then, who are you?"

The ghost, who could have been me, straightened.

"My name is William Afton."

Ayyyyyy, in comes the Purple Guy! I know this is short, but I was starting to run out of ideas. Thanks for reading!