Sorry guys I realize it was IN THE WRONG SECTION so I'm reuploading everything to this fanfic ver. while i do that the whole story will be reworked slowly but the plot is the same so new experience while somewhat following the original plat I went for. and I'm it may be a dumb reason to do that 
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Multiverse said;  I need some guy to fix this and my neighbors, so our mc Son Goku (R.I.P TORIYAMA) i mean Nasha, had been mercilessly killed by a truck that has a sticker saying "Reincarnation department" and he got killed and then freddy fazbear i mean Nasha had blacked out and woke up in a room we know...and with his hands skeletal he is gonna be use glove in his cars glove box..*Clears Throat* I mean now that our dear main protagonist Nasha, had reincarnated now he has to see all his new friends die to that genderless child but i make him male cuz ye..
Real Sypnosis smth i cant spell
A young boy who just entered high school (14 years old) now is in his 8th grade, had fortunately died i mean unfortunately, He died to truck sama then he got reincarnated as the infamous handsomest man in underground—"Sans". how does it go...?

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I updated this desc a bit, I'll clear up a bit about my writing schedule being really none. if I feel generous or actually bored or felt inspired, I'd write which leads to a finished chapter or a draft left for weeks or months. like 5th chapter. if I do make it to chapter 10. everything gonna change, for the worse. MY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA by making mc suffer. so he actually becomes who I wanted him to be after changing my style alot.

I keep running out of ideas, and I've clearly messed up alot of things that's giving me problem to fix or continue the story, the how I did the stats is fucking bad and yada-yada👃🏻because I don't even dedicate myself in writing, so in rewriting this shit—bye twin.


I'm bored