detarune shitpost poem(???) fanfiction by my freind (it's just brainrot)

this fanfiction was made by my freind. it's just brainrot. A long time ago, a LEGEND was whispered among shadows. It was a legend of HOPE. It was a legend of DREAMS. It was a legend of GOOD. It was a legend of EVIL. It was the legend… of UNDERTALE 2 Don’t tell me you actually thought this would be serious. Ok Prologue end It was a normal day in hometown. Until it WASN’T Because from out of no where appeared Togore Dreemurr. The aura farming secret cousin of Noelle Holiday Rory Nyte had just opened a dark fountain. And from it emerged not only Togore Dreemurr… …But a human… …A monster… …And a prince from the dark. AND GANDALF THE GREY AND GANDALF THE WHITE AND MONTY PYTHON AND THE HOLY GRAIL’S BLACK KNIGHT AND BENITO MUSSOLINI AND THE BLUE MEANIE AND COWBOY CURTIS AND JAMBI THE GENIE AND ROBOCOP THE TERMINATOR CAPTAIN KIRK DARTH VADER LO-PAN SUPERMAN EVERY SINGLE POWER RANGER BILL S. PRESTON AND THEODORE LOGAN SPOCK THE ROCK DOC OCK AND HULK HOGAN AND INKLING THE GIRL AND INKLING THE BOY AND ARE YOU READY LET’S DO THIS LEROY AMORA KEPORA DORA THE EXPLORA SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS AND CHOSEN ONE SORA SEPIROTH CHUN LI MASTER CHIEF DEDEDE BIG SMOKE PROFESSOR OAK EVERY SINGLE TELETUBBY MORGAN FREEMAN AND THE DRAGON SPYRO ROY OUR BOY NURSE JOY AND RED PYRO …And Scrimblo Bimblo. “I am Scrimblo Bimblo” said Scrimblo Bimblo. The lancer fan club decided to fight sans for dancing with the leader’s mother. Sans didn’t want to fight them at first, but… He remembered his brother. “Well, this stinks,” he would say before looking at the scarf and bawling his eyes out. He remembered that a human killed his brother. And his father. “I’m Wing Gaster! The royal scientist” was the last thing Sans heard him say. He remembered the human. He remembered they’re GENOCIDES. And Sans wasn’t alone. He had a friend inside him. The lancer fan club got clapped. Meanwhile, Asgore was taking a relaxing drive after having a drink. He then noticed something on the road. He was pretty sure it was a bump that was just shaped like a deer. Nope. It was just a deer. Noelle’s sister. Dess Holiday. “I’m old!” proclaimed the old man. “I’m cold!” proclaimed the cold man. “I’m bold!” proclaimed the bold man. “I’m sold!” proclaimed the sold man. “I scold!” proclaimed the scold man. “I’m tenfold!” proclaimed the tenfold man. “I fold!” proclaimed the fold man. “I’m bald!” proclaimed the bald man. “I’m dead!” proclaimed the dead man. “I’m gold!” proclaimed the gold man. “I’m foretold!” proclaimed the foretold man. Jackenstein thought nothing was scarier than himself. Until he took too long and met… EVIL Jackenstein. Evil Jackenstein thought nothing was scarier than himself. Until he saw… the JOB APPLICATION. And who else would be holding the JOB APPLICATION other than… LARRY. This truly was a bangin’ sermon, my man.