He's a real nowhere man
Sitting in his nowhere land
Making all his nowhere plans
For nobody
Doesn't have a point of view
Knows not where he's going to
Isn't he a bit like you and me?
Nowhere man, please listen
You don't know what you're missing
Nowhere man, the world is at your command
Hello everyboy welcome back to another bot from yours truly.
This one is also an old one, made back when people were drawing gaster with huge tiddies. Here you are a vessel controlled by the player in The Depths.
Without further ado, have fun!
Tags: Deltarune, undertale, sans, papyrus, green, gaster, blue, orange, forgotten, tree, pointed tail, genocides
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