Three days ago, a good friend of mine and I were discussing dangerous places... She knew one that rattled my bones from the core. It was, in a sense, the perfect place for me, and I could always seek that place from the internet. Of course, I had heard of the place, but I had never gone there. Undertale.

Even the name was hypnotizing.

Within a period of hours, I learned the name of every monster. I downloaded several Undertale soundtracks to my tablet. I learned to sing 'Stronger Than You'. I indulged in the fanfiction. I was even grasped by the dark, erotically active side of the fandom (by complete accident, of course.... Interestingly, fans seem to get aroused by glowing blue dicks...).

I was emotionally attached to the characters, and to a degree, I accepted Flowey. I learned lots of bad puns, and loved spaghetti a lot more than before. I traded fan art with the friend who had gotten me here.

However, in search of my new Comic Sans wallpaper, I noticed something in with the images...

This guy looked a lot like Sans. He had a gold tooth, red eyes, horrible air to him... I could feel the evil seeping off of my computer screen. At the side, there was an orange word.... Underfell. I took a deep breath as I googled it.

And for hours, I explored this new evil.

I felt like my mind had been violated. What had the fans done to Sans and his skele-TON of puns? What had happened to Papyrus with his spaghetti love? Goat mom Toriel with her loving self and pie? And Flowey.... Oh, the people on this side of the internet dared make him - dare I say it - cute.

How did these characters dare carry the names of the fictional people I was so attached to?!

I could never hate any incest ships, cliché fanfics, or weird S&M SansXReader lemons as much as I hate Underfell.

And I really hated those.

Right now, I am in a corner listening to Megalovania, wondering what I am doing with my life.

Also, I just discovered Undertail...