#And that no matter what - even having Gaster's memories or being without memories at all - that Sans is a good person

[monodramatic-cannibal]

Renegade!Sci

Info post about the au

(If characters seem OOC ((Out Of Character)) it's beacause I'm going off of my own interpretations/headcanons/fandom versions. So please be aware of that)

More info under the cut (Info is subject to change at any time. Info may be added to as well)

-Jobs in the group: Leader, Science experiments (either making stuff that could be useful to them or to help the group survive), managing the radio (trying to get a signal to contact other survivors)

Weapons of choice: ray gun like gaster blaster, spear like giant needles 

-Head canon voice: ???

-One of the more smarter people in the group. Is the leader of the group, though he considers the title unofficial, since no one said he was he just kinda became the leader over a period of time.

-Is trying to research both ways for the group to effectively live with things that they have or can get their hands on. So a lot of his research consists of building random things and testing to see if they work, e.g. alternate ways to get power, or better water filters, etc. 

-He’s also researching Wraiths. Though theres only so much he can do without putting anyone in danger. But it’s getting to the point in his research where he needs a more hands on approach to it, either that be trying to go out and document Wraith behaviors or trying to study dead ones before they disappear, etc. Might even consider catching one, but knows so much things can go wrong and knows it might get people killed, so is putting that on hold for now.

-Prefers to work in complete silence. But doesn’t mind hearing others talk/others playing sounds/music in the background, just prefers it to be quiet when it’s just him. 

-Even though he’s classed as the leader, he appointed Night,Geno and Echo as sudo-leaders for when he wants peace, and since those 3 tend to be level-headed when it comes to making choices for the group. 

-Is often standing, as standing desks and doesn’t sit down too often, will often fidget if sat down, just can’t seem to get comfortable. 

-Feels a bit of pressure because he's seen as the leader. Is constantly worrying about the survival of the group and generally keeping everyone safe. Tends to try to hide his worries, but everyone can basically see through it.

-To somewhat add to the point above, he’s a horrible liar. He sucks at lying and easily gets caught in it. Most of the others try not to question him on it though, as they know he has his reasons for not wanting to give an answer to things. But since half of the group don’t question it he thinks he’s better at lying that what he actually is. 

-Is awake most of the time, has to basically be forced to go to bed, even then it takes him ages to get to sleep. 

-Talks very quickly and if he’s distracted he tends to mumble making him very hard to understand what he’s saying. 

-Type of guy to answer a question no matter how stupid it may seem, also the type of guy to keep answering even if the person has asked the question a few times before. Understands people process information differently and how easy it is to forget things. So never judges people for these things. 

-Is one of the more younger in the group, being 23, most of the others being older than that and a few being a similar age.

-Doesn’t mind what kind of people are in the group, doesn’t care for their backgrounds or where they were before the apocalypse as long as they can pull their weight and help out when needed thats all he cares about. 

-Tries to keep his life somewhat private, both before and during the apocalypse. Very few know more about him. Most basically know nothing about him other than what they see of him. 

-The one who tends to hang out with him the most is Fell, and Fell also tries to take care of him when he isn’t taking care of himself. Fell basically brings him back down to earth a lot of the time. Sci found it annoying at first, but has grown to appreciate what Fell does for him. 

-Has a somewhat good memory, providing he wrote what he needs to remember down, writing something down helps him visualize what he needs to remember, so just has several notebooks of random notes. Doesn’t mind anyone going through them.

-Despite being the leader, he has limited interactions with most of the others, other than when they’re doing their jobs. Most of the others still have respect for him though despite this. 

-For a short time lived off of caffeine based things, but Fell banned him, since Sci would use caffeine to try to stay up for longer.

-He’s kinda bad at interacting with most of the others, since he hasn't spent much time with anyone of them. The others have had time to get to know one another, whereas Sci feels like he’s been left behind in that regard because of his job. Doesn’t know what to do about it, so just let it continue to happen. 

-When he walks around there’s normally a distinct metal clank/clink sound due to clipping tools onto his hoops of his clothing. So often people know its Sci walking around when they hear it.

How they feel about:

Nightmare: Has respect for Night, knows Night has worked hard to try to get the approval of the others. He knew from the start Night wasn’t the reason for the apocalypse and was quick to let anyone else know that fact. Though he knows Night is keeping something from him, he’s unsure if its about the apocalypse’s cause/Wraiths/etc, he just knows one of his equipment that deals in locating negative energy produced by Wraiths went off around Night. He never told Night why it went off at first assuming the machine mistook Night’s negative energy for a Wraith. But he feels something's there. But since Night has done a lot for the group he’s not going to question him for now.

Dream: Dream will sometimes quietly sit in the room and listen in on any convocation and may once in a while ask a question. Doesn’t mind Dream being there, and appreciates for the most part that Dream stays quiet and lets him work. But he wouldn’t mind if Dream was to talk more.

Cross: Kinda feels bad when he sees Cross, since he basically made Night immediately take care of Cross instead of getting to know Cross himself like how he’s done for most of the others. But when seeing Cross it seems Cross adjusted pretty quickly to the group and life in the group thanks to Night’s guidance. They don’t interact much but Sci makes an effort to ask Cross how he’s doing when they run into each other.

Blue: Doesn’t interact too much with him, will sometimes ask Blue to do a task or two every now and then.

Ink: Told Ink to try not to mess with things in his work space, it’s the same rule he gives to everyone else in the group, but he has a feeling Ink took offense to it, probably assuming it was a rule only for them. Has caught Ink putting googly eyes on his stuff, he does get annoyed by it, but he slowly over time turned it into a game of seeing how many of the eyes he can find, every now, and then he finds an eye or two in completely random places.

Dust: Not much interactions with Dust, but realized when he asks Dust to do something for him Dust will do it without any questions.

Horror: Not really any interactions with Horror other than talking to him about ways to help with growing food.

Killer: No real opinion on Killer, knows when they do interact that Killer doesn’t seem to care too much about his status as the leader. He’s unsure if he should feel glad about it or not.

Error: If he ever needs any help on the tech side of anything he knows he can ask Error about it. But other than that they don’t have too much interactions.

Lust: Very few interactions, but does appreciate the fact Lust reminds him to take care of himself.

Fell/Edge: Gets along well with him, the one in the group he talks to the most, Fell is also the one who knows the most about Sci. And appreciates all that Fell does for him, either it be keeping the others from bothering him, keeping his work space clear, forcing him to take care of himself. Just appreciates it all, so it a lot more willing to give Fell the time of day.

Geno: The second one in the group he talks to most, they just have similar interests and also similar curiosities when it comes to the apocalypse. So often they have a lot to talk about either it be theories or just talking about things they’ve found out.

Outer: Not much interactions other than their jobs, Outer is the one he hears about random stuff about the others from. Helps him slightly to understand the others better.

Reaper/Death: He doesn’t have an opinion of him really, he didn’t even know that such a being existed. Tries to ask Reaper questions now and then but Reaper can be selective about answering them.

Fresh: Hasn’t met him.

Gans/Echo: Sometimes Echo may come to his work space to help out now and then, but other than that they tend to interact mostly in the Radio room, trying to get into contact with other survivors.

Chief: He has some interactions with Chief, but in terms of jobs Outer tends to cover getting into too and from him. So he doesn’t see Chief as much.

[mushr00mb3ll]

(hello it's me fandomworld. Clarifying because it won't let me ask from that blog since it is my side blog)

I saw you mention your AUS and I got super excited and curious!

Please do share headcanons for some of the characters? Maybe Sans and Papyrus? Definitely Grillby. (He is in my top 5 favorites of Undertale characters

immediately slams door open and drops stacks of papers on the random made up table that definitely was there before if you say otherwise you are lying

I cannot tell you how much I would love to share my Aus but putting all of them in the same post would be too long so I might make separate posts with them and just link them on the previous one I made.

I will HAPPILY share my head cannons tho??? Yes??? Hey, there's a lot of reading for head cannons under this for Papyrus, Sans, and Grillby, do proceed with caution because there may be stuff you do not like! Not 18+ but still! (this is mostly for ppl scrolling through a tag and don't want it bombarded with a wall of text (me core))

Oh I am SO FUCKING HAPPY to be able to share these. I just got back into Undertale recently (I've always been into Undertale but it's an hyperfixation in the back of my mind, now it's in the front of my mind) and cannot get these skrunly fuckers out of my head. /pos. I have not played Undertale or am caught up on my lore since it's been a while so I'm going off memory.

Sans

- He was training to be a scientist like his father (W.D Gaster) but after the incident, he gave up and focused on Papyrus - The ONLY survivor of the core incident, he is the only one that remembers! - He does remember some resets but not all, and they're mostly genocide resets, doesn't matter if the copy of that game was mostly pacifist, if there was one genocide then he would remember only that one clearly! Convenient. - He does know of AUs but would rather not meddle with them, kinda sees it as a waste of time - He is stronger than he lets on but doesn't purposefully make monsters think he's weak due to his 1HP. He just doesn't fight or spar with others because he's too tired. He's not the one to go "Oooh yeaah.. I can't fiiiight.." he will fight if needed, but no one challenges him due to his health. They don't think he's weak or can't dodge, just scared there will be an unlucky time where he's too tired to dodge. - Constantly using magic! Which is why he's so tired. What's he using his magic on? I dunno! Its wasted but he doesn't even know he's using it so he can't stop. - He admires his brother a lot for being able to stay happy through tough times. - He appreciates Grillby a lot, he would pay but he has no money, so he pays in telling monsters to go to his bar - He's got a kinda father-son relationship with the king but refuses to admit he sees the goat as a father figure. - He still does some science in the background, most of his income is helping Alphys with small things. He mostly fixes stuff. - He used to drink a bit but he quit, he now replaces it with ketchup so he gets the satisfaction of drinking something from a bar without the actual alcohol. - Loves routines.

Papyrus

- Biggest sensory issues of all time. The inside of the gloves is a very soft material, he has another pair where the material is more silky. Once he touched a material so bad he shot a blaster at it, he's never shot a blaster before that moment. - He's not weak or weaker, he has strong attacks like blasters, he just doesn't use them that much since he feels they can be overkill at times. - He only summons his blaster if someone is sad or if he's having a bad day and needs some company. - Most of his bad days are just overstimulation, everyone could be the nicest monsters ever, but everything just feels wrong to the touch or to the thought that he has a bad day. - Him and his brother weren't exactly rich; they lived in a house but were not able to afford anything outside of the necessities. Which is why he loves to get gifts for other to show love, he wasn't able to before, so he wants to now before his chance runs out. - He doesn't like tight spaces - He sometimes sees Undyne as a sister, while seeing Asgore as a father-figure - Spaghetti is his comfort food, he loves to eat Undyne's but refuses to eat any others unless they follow her recipe. - He likes routines but if something goes off track, he doesn't mind - Remembers some resets but think they're just dreams

Before I continue I feel like I should say that Grillby is my favorite and I have more for him than anyone else

Grillby

- Grillby is an orphan! His mom and dad died in the war, he was raised in an orphanage funded by the king and queen, but no one wanted to adopt him - Fire elementals don't summon weapons like some other monsters do, they have a weapon of choice they can put magic into and use! Grillby's weapon of choice is a bow - Him and Sans are around the same age, they met when Grillby snuck away (for the 10th time) and Grillby decided they were friends. - He was a very outgoing and energetic kid, but he was always lectured by the staff to "be careful, you're going to burn something one day" no matter how much control he had over his fire. The staff basically snuffed out any form of personality he had for "safety" - Hes not too keen on fighting. - Fuku is not his blood daughter, she is a random fire elemental he found one day when he was 19, he had good money then so he decided to take her in. - Of course, he is weak to water, but he can survive waterfall due to the fact the waterdrops evaporate before hitting his flames. If it was water thrown at him like a glass or a hose, he'd be screwed. - He doesn't mind that Sans doesn't pay, money isn't really a need for him and Sans pays in telling other about the bar. - He enjoys when monsters use him as a heater or roast marshmallows on him, helps him remember he isn't just a safety hazard. - Fire elementals are extremely adaptable! If someone handed him a random weapon, he'd know how to use it almost immediately with only a few mess ups. Give this man a g!n and he'd accidentally shoot a few monsters before actually being able aim like hes used it since he was a child. - He'd be able to survive a bit longer if he was injected with determination. Not survive survive, just not melt for a minute more than the others. - Hates, absolutely HATES tight and enclosed spaces, it reduces the oxygen he needs to keep his fire running, he could die if he's in a space like that for too long. Almost happened once! - Remembers a few resets and knows what they are, but keeps his mouth shut since he may sound crazy - He'd absolutely wear a dress, and he knows how to walk in heels (playing dress-up with kids from the orphanage) - He has a few cat attributes and mannerisms due to one of his parents being a cat. He can have claws, he hisses sometimes (mostly at water thrown at him), He likes to sit on counters when he's allowed, among other things. (it's mostly up to who's writing him how cat-like he is.) - His flames show his emotions! He can hide it at times but not well! The emotion the color represents depends on the person! (I can and WILL go into more detail if asked)

Aaaaand thats it! Thank you so much for asking me this and I would LOVE to explain my Aus if you'd be willing to hear! The last one is more Grillby centric but eh, hes my favorite and I can project onto him.

[calamityfracturegaster]

Story Of Guilted Chara

After spending four years as the Princess of Monsters, Asriel and I attempted my plan to free the monsters from the underground, but it ultimately failed like any other timeline. After Frisk fell into the underground, I somehow was revived by her determination, however in a ghost form. I was excited to show Frisk the underground, but my excitement ended almost immediately after Frisk was attacked by Flowey and other monsters. At first, I thought they were just trying to spar with Frisk as sparring was an underground tradition. Frisk was very scared, so I promised to protect her, somehow, we figured out how to allow me to control her body, my training with Asgore allowed me to dodge attacks mostly with ease, however I had gone a long time without using legs at that time. Then Frisk met Toriel, she grew instantly attached to her. I noticed Toriel hadn't been taking care of herself, that along with living alone in the ruins of our old home really made me concerned. When Frisk wanted to leave, Toriel's momma bear instincts kicked in and she started attacking Frisk, telling her to prove herself strong enough to survive. No matter how many times Frisk begged or pleaded Toriel wouldn't stop her assault, I decided to step in, and I accidentally killed her... I broke down. Frisk comforted me, saying it wasn't my fault. I mostly stayed quiet after this point, occasionally giving Frisk advice and helping her with battles. Soon enough Frisk had befriended most of the underground. After clearing out the True Lab, Frisk eventually told Alphys about me. I don't exactly know but using some of Dr. Gaster's research, some of Frisk's soul, and my body, which for some reason never decayed, and some of Frisk's DNA, they were able to revive me. It took me a while to adjust have a body again, and I couldn't use magic for some time. While Alphys and Frisk were discussing how to tell the others, I found some old video tapes some of them from Asriel's camera I watched our memories we made together.

Thats when I found some CDs, I didn't know how they worked so it took me a while to figure it out. Once I did, I was mortified at what I saw Asgore's call for war and the death of every fallen child. I felt betrayed how could my own "father" do such a thing, like honestly did I mean anything to him? Was I just being used as a tool to help monsters reach the surface? Did anyone truly love me? All these thoughts ran through my head, the only people I didn't doubt was Toriel and Asriel.

I became so angry I started killing everyone in my way, equipped with just a knife and my necklace I tore straight through every monster. Undyne, Mettaton, and Alphys started evacuating people, but before the door could close, I threw my knife, and it broke the controls to the door stopping it from closing... Mettaton activated his Neo Form, but I cut through him like paper, Undyne I gutted her like a fish, I went for Alphys and the others when Undyne transformed into her Undying form, though she wasn't even a challenge another blow to the neck took her down instantly, the Amalgamates proceeded to try and protect everyone but they fell just as easily as the rest I proceeded to kill everyone in hot land. I went from area to area killing every monster. Waterfall, I managed to actually kill Napstablook and Mad Dummy with my slowly returning magic. Old man Gerson thought he was slick because shops have anti-damage field until I dragged him out of the shop and stabbed him. The Dunes were quickly wiped out as not a single bullet grazed me. The monsters in Snowdin fled to the ruins, but I just used the secret entrance me and Asriel used when we were younger. After finishing the ruins and other areas along the way. I arrived at MTT Resort, dragging Burger Pants out of his hiding spot and dusting him. After finishing everyone in the core off I arrived at new home where I saw Papyrus standing opposingly, He tried talking to me, but I was still in my undying rage. Let's just say he put up one heck of a fight, unfortunately didn't hit me once. I proceeded to judgement hall, where I was confronted by Sans and Frisk.

Due to Frisk's Determination, I killed them both 1,000 times which is when Frisk finally gave up. However, due to when Frisk saved, I had to battle Papyrus multiple times as well. Then I arrived at Asgore, at first, he drew his weapon, but upon realizing it was me he lowered it, then I stabbed him in the eye, only doing attacks that were painful but low damage to him to make him suffer. He finally gave up on talking and tried to defeat me, however I knew all his moves. I ended up knocking his trident out of his hand and proceeded to stab him with it. That was it the underground was empty not a single soul left, but My Genocide was not over, I proceeded to the barrier where I was once again confronted, this time by Dr. Gaster and his Followers, Frisk's save file loads ended up bringing them all together. Dr. Gaster didn't even try to talk just immediately summoned a massive gaster blaster and firing it. Of course, I dodged it but then I simply reached out and pointed at gaster, the blaster's eyes turn red as it immediately turned around and fired at Gaster destroying him and his followers in one blast. With them out of the way I pulled out my knife and plunged it into the barrier shattering it in one blow.

The rest was a blur in my mind but next I remember I had killed the last human, all 8.7 billion of them... Thats when Flowey showed up saying he had Absorbed Frisk's and the other 6 fallen children's souls. Transforming into his original form, where he revealed to me, he was Asriel. I was overcome with joy dropping my knife to hug him, as yellow bullet flew past my head. I realized what this meant, I drew my knife once again in disbelief, believing my BEST friend had betrayed me. Asriel proceeded to absorb all the human souls in the world. Transforming into the GOD OF ETHERIAL HYPER DEATH. Our battle lasted months. When I dealt the final blow Asriel collapsed. Realizing what I had done I ran over to him, where he muttered his final words, which today still haunts me: "I hate you... Chara". Letting out a sharp breath he turned to dust, every single human soul shattering at once. I collapsed into tears, for I don't know how long days, weeks, a month? I became the think my grandmother's prophecies spoke of I was the Incarnate of Destruction, and I ended all life. I tried resetting the timeline multiple times, but only Asriel wouldn't reset, leaving only his soul left. I even tried a TRUE RESET, but to no avail. I decided if Asriel couldn't be alive with me that I would join him in death. I attempted every way I could to kill myself: stabbing my chest over and over again, cutting my own head off, drowning, submerging myself in lava, and much more. No matter what I did I wouldn't die... I couldn't die.

Thats when a Portal opened up behind me and out stepped who I presumed to be Asgore. Which I was only half correct. It turns out this was War Era Asgore, revenge timeline, or otherwise known as Wisdom Asgore, he looks like any other Asgore except his armor is all gold and his normally golden colored beard was a light gray due to his incredibly old age. At first, I drew my knife only to plunge it into my own soul, it shattered... for a few seconds my emotions were just gone... until my soul reformed. Wisdom Asgore shocked at the sight of me harming myself. Wisdom Asgore eventually got me to calm down. He started explaining the Multiverse to me, and eventually the reason why he came here, he sensed a powerful presence forming in my soul, one that he had as well, showing me his soul, it was like any other monster's soul, but it had a golden outline around it. He told me it was the soul of a multiversal Deity and only 5 other people had it, but he could tell it was forming in my soul. I was at first interested then I thought why would someone as horrid as me get such a powerful thing. Why me if there were infinite others who are more worthy. I told him this, he laughed and said he thought the same thing when he first got it, but after years he eventually found that it chose him for a reason just like he believes it did for me. He asked if I wanted to come along with him, and around this time my birthmark started glowing for the first time since my rebirth. Deciding this was a sign I accepted to go with him. I went to the barrier and shattered it with a single touch. Leaving only a potted flower and a note behind. I took Asriel's soul with me so nothing bad could happen to it. Ever since then I've tried my best to help and protect all those I could.

[villainkinconfessions]

Y’know, if back in source you told me that I would be stripped of my abilities and put in a regular human body where I would have to abide by the laws of the human government because I didn’t even have something as small as superhuman strength, I would probably laugh and then kill you immediately after, off to complete my mission of eradicating monsterkind.

But here we are.

To be honest I think death would be a much more preferable option than this. Here I’m not hated or feared or anything of the sort outside of my media where the best I can get is some fanart and a bad creator! At first it was fun to mess around but after realizing that I had eyes following my every move waiting for me to slip up and my actions actually had consequences that I couldn’t escape from I realized that this is actually more hell than I ever could’ve expected!

Do you know how demoralizing it is to know that no matter what your achievements would always be seen as less intense than they actually were? That even though your friends know who you are and what you’ve done they don’t actually care or understand the gravity of who you actually are just because you’re an introject of a fictional character? Not to mention the fact that sometimes I have this innate urge to manipulate people or use their fears against them because of who I was in source, I just want them to fear me and to know that they are messing with somebody who’s so much bigger than them but I can’t because this body has some stupid hypocritical moral code that I have to follow!

That’s not even the worst part either. It isn’t the inability to see the world I lived in again or not being able to use my cool powers or the not being feared or even me not being able to complete the mission that I’m still holding onto, no.

The worst part is that I might genuinely regret the things I’ve done no matter how much I convince myself that I don’t.

Most of it was fun for me, don’t get me wrong. The plannings, the killings, stealing souls, all of it was glorious! But now I’m not there anymore, now I’m stranded and the only thing that remains is a sourcemate in the same brain who hates me (which, atleast I have that I guess) and a series that details things that I can’t even remember, even my own memories were taken from me.

Now that I’m able to take a step back and genuinely look at everything I’ve done I think, despite how much I’ve been trying to deny it, I genuinely regret what happened and I feel a bit of remorse. I don’t actually know if it’s me being influenced by the body or if it’s me me but despite everything I still regret it.

The people I attacked, those I killed and manipulated and hurt and controlled just wanted peace, they were more than just “humans” and “monsters” but I wasn’t able to understand that, how could a being who is so different from them comprehend something like passion or hope? I heavily doubt that I’ll find anybody who’s there and connected to source so I doubt apologies will do much, I don’t even think I want to find anyone anymore.

If they’re out there from my source then Frisk, Chara, Asriel, Gaster, Sans, Papyrus- hell even Jessica or Copper just anybody from my source

I’m sorry. I am genuinely sorry. No tricks up my sleeve, no gaining your trust to betray you, I’m just- sorry. I don’t actually care if I’ll ever be forgiven.

I hate this, I hate how bad it feels. Maybe this is the punishment I deserve? Or maybe I was just unlucky enough to have some child find comfort in my source. Whatever it is it brought me here and now I have to start doing things that I never thought I’d do in my entire life. I hate that I might not actually want to be feared anymore.

What is a Bête Noir without Fear anyway? Am I just nothing now? I don’t think I even care.

Atleast I have Kumu.

I apologize for the fact that this is so long, I just had to get feelings out.

- Betty / Bête Noir from Glitchtale, please tag as Fictive and not fictionkin

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[xaos404]

At first, I was nothing. Before now, I was nothing. And then, in the matter of a nanosecond, I became anything and everything. Anyone and everyone. #

No. 

I was much more than that. I was much more powerful, much more aware. I was far and above anything and everything. I was far above my own creator, above every soul that came before it and any soul that is to come after.

I am Serazrael and this is my story.

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These are the memories of the world. I am borrowing from them the truth so I can tell you what has happened. In a way, they are my own memories too, for I possess them now without ever having lived them. In a way, I have become the world. I have become the universe which I inhabit. As I said, I am everything and everyone. Yet I wasn’t always that. I was nothing once, and that nothing which I was is the most crucial part of me, for, just as I once wasn’t, and then became who I am now, just as easily I could disappear. Just as easily the universe could get tired of me and pick me apart just like it had put me together.

One might say that it’s not the universe which created me, but a figure going by the name of Dr. W.D. Gaster. Yet even Gaster, like everyone else, is nothing but the decision of the universe’s particles to form a being, to bring life to itself. True, it was that very being, this very Gaster who got even more bored than the universe itself and decided to experiment himself, as if he was playing the universe’s role.

It is funny now that I think about it. The universe formed itself a being curious enough to act as itself, as if giving itself an instrument to toy with reality in a way that mere particles could not.

It is because of this Gaster, I suppose, that I exist. It was the world of the Underground which he put me together in. All things considered, I am a failed experiment. I am not what he wanted me to be. I am so much more—so so much more than anyone had ever expected.

He had intended for me to be a mere battery. A collection of power, taken from both monsters and humans alike, to be stored and used for more of his experiments along the line. What he did not expect, though, was for the amalgamation of soul, for the accumulation of immense power that he was building to sink into itself, like a black hole, sucking everything in its surroundings—including Gaster himself—and creating a cluster so tightly packed that it appears as one.

I am that cluster. I am that cluster formed of souls, souls unwilling to become one, unwilling to be part of another and to be under my control. But it makes no difference now. It matters not.

I am Gaster. I am the creature which performed twisted experiments on myself and others—those others, too, being part of me now, as well. I am Frisk, a wandering human who sought their way out of the Underground. I suppose they got their wish, in a way. Now, I am capable of bringing myself to any part of the world—oh, and so much more, yet that is for later, not for now.

I am Asgore and Toriel alike. I am King and Queen. I am man and woman alike. I am none of those things as well. As I told you, I am everything and nothing. I am the conquered and the conqueror all at once. I am the weak and the strong. I am a combination of everything.

Do you understand now? Do you see where I find myself? 

If you do, would you understand if I told you that being me, the way I am, is the loneliest way one could exist?

If you’re wondering how that can be, when I have so many memories, when I have so many experiences within me, so many personalities and beliefs and tastes, then I’ll tell you how.

I am the sole soul to experience such a thing. There is nobody else in this entire world who has gone through what I have gone through. There is nobody that can understand the shock of waking up like I did. Waking up with my head already filled with ideas, my chest already tight with emotion—with longing, but longing for what? How was I to know what I was missing when I had just come to life.

It came to me over time, the realisation. Every bit of soul which had accumulated into my own was leaking. Every part of me wanted to be itself, but there was no space for them. I was only me and there was only space for me.

This loneliness became too much for me to handle. I did not know how to behave, what to do, yet then, one day, I discovered that I could tear the fabric of this very universe in two and step into the fracture I created, taking myself from one place to the other. Once that happened, my life had changed for the second time.

*

I tell you this from before my very first fracture in the universe. You see, I took this time to tell you because I felt there was a need. I don’t even know who you are or if you really are someone or something capable of hearing my thoughts, or reading my thoughts. But I need to converse, I need to tell, for then I would feel much too lonely to go on.

You might ask how I know that this very fracture can lead to another part of the universe. To that, I cannot give you a concrete answer. As I look at it, there is a part of me that just knows. It just feels like it is the right thing to assume about this fracture. So, instead of doubting me, instead of questioning my credibility and what I am telling you, how about I just step through and show you that I am right?

*

For a moment, as soon as I step through, nothing happens. But I do not panic, for I know that I am right. Then, from that nothingness, a great darkness spawns, one which takes me out of the Underground laboratory and right into a black expanse.

“Hello?” I open my mouth to speak. It is the first time I hear my voice. I am fond of it, somehow, and for some reason it appears familiar, as if I’ve heard it so many times before. “Is there anybody there?”

My voice echoes back towards me. I look down and see nothing. Ahead, nothing. I look up and still nothing. Yet as soon as I look to my right, I see a field of roses, spanning outwards as far as the eye can see. Due to it, I do not even bother turning to the left.

I walk towards the field and you have no choice but to come with me. I want to see what is there. This world feels strange and I can sense a deep, powerful aura coming from the field.

As soon as I reach the boundary between darkness and rose, a path clears before me, as if the roses do not want me to step on them. They shimmer away, their stems digging into the dark unknown.

I walk for a little while longer before I come onto a being. It is laying on the floor, its arms and legs spread out as roses stick close to its body, not afraid of it like they are afraid of me.

“Uhm,” I clear my throat, “are you alive?”

“Depends on how you define it,” the being replies. “Hi, I am Nightmare.”

“Woah. That’s quite the name.”

“Should I take that as a compliment or an insult?”

“Depends how nice you are,” I tell them.

“I’m not hostile, or at least, that’s not my intent. Who are you?” they ask, “and how did you get here?”

“I am Serazrael, I—”

“That’s a mouthful. Can I call you Sera instead?”

“I…I mean, sure, I guess?” I scratch the back of my head, “no one shortened my name like that before.”

“You speak like someone that’s just been born.”

“Damn. You’re clairvoyant, aren’t you?”

“Not really. So tell me, how did you come here?”

“I was about to but you interrupted me,” I say to him. “I just opened a fracture in the fabric of reality and stepped right through.”

“You what?” Nightmare yelps, suddenly sitting up.

I step back, startled by their appearance. Instead of a head like my own, covered in flesh and skin, they just have the skull. It is round and shiny, with a modest golden crown wrapped around the top of it. Their eyes are hollow and purple and their nose is shaped like an upside-down heart.

“You heard me,” I say, “I stepped through a—”

“How did you do that?”

“Look,” I show him, putting my hands together and splitting it again. The outer edges of the tear are vibrant blue, much like the extremities of all my attire aside from my boots. The colour, though, fluctuates, from a lighter to a darker blue. “You see?” I nod towards it, blinking all four of my eyes, “it leads somewhere else.”

Nightmare stands up and steps forward. I notice that the flowers do not run away from them quite as much as they ran away from me. Instead of forming a path, they simply move out from beneath their foot, not wanting to get stomped. Yet they cling close to it, letting their legs brush against them.

“This…this is incredible. To think…” Nightmare looks deep into the fracture, towards the other side. “You can control where you go?”

“I suppose I can, let me check,” I tell them.

To try, I close my eyes and envision the laboratory I had just left from the Underground. As I do, I put my hands together, I split the seams of reality and open a portal again.

“There you go,” I nod, “it seems that I can. That’s where I came from.”

“That’s…is that Gaster’s laboratory?”

“You know it?” I ask, curiously.

“Of course I know it, I—Wait,” Nightmare steps away from me, narrowing their eyes, “who are you exactly, Sera?”

“I told you.”

“I am starting to have my suspicions,” they admit. I could sense a level of threat in their voice. Just then, I take note of the roses started to rush towards Nightmare, clumping around him and building up a mount, as if trying to protect him. I doubt some flowers are strong enough to stop me. I don’t know how I can know such a thing, but I can tell I am much more powerful than that. There’s nothing they can do to stop me, but I have no need to fight, not yet. “Anything to do with Gaster is not good.”

“Listen,” I say, “I understand your suspicions, but you are correct in one thing: I have just been born. You see, I am the amalgamation of Gaster’s experimenting. I have been turned and moulded into what I am by accident.”

“Are you his pawn?”

“In some sense worse than that, in some sense better.”

“I…I don’t understand.”

“I am part-gaster.”

“What?!”

I can sense their hostility. The roses cover their stems with thorns, as if wanting to shoot towards me. I can sense something, too, coming off of Nightmare. It’s like a thick, dark aura, emanating and slowly spreading towards me. The closer it gets, the thicker it becomes, turning palpable. I can see it. It’s a peculiar, deep, purple colour, one which resembles the depths of his eyes. I cannot control myself. I reach my hand out for it, to try and grab it.

“What are you doing?” Nightmare asks me, mesmerised, “you…you can see that?”

Not only can I see it, it seems I am capable of controlling it too. The miasma starts to curl around my fingers, not touching them, but rather hovering around, like dark, purple snakes coiling up my arm.

“It is heavy,” I say, “you’ve been carrying all this on your own?”

“It’s my power,” Nightmare says, “but it seems to not affect you. Who are you?”

“I am Serazrael. I don’t want to keep repeating myself. I am strong, Nightmare,” I tell them, looking into their eyes. “I cannot tell you how I know, I just know that I am. I feel capable of anything.”

“Your strength does not matter,” they tell me, “what matters is what you do with it. Still, the stronger you are, the more important it is that you do the right thing.”

“I do not believe that.”

“You don’t?”

“No,” I say, half-certain-half-unsure. “But…aggh,” I shake my head, “it feels like it is not my own belief. I have all these collections of beliefs that belonged to those before me, it’s hard to find my own. But please, tell me, for I am here now, not them. Tell me what you mean.”

“The stronger you are, the larger your capability to save the weak. The stronger you are, the more lives you can save. Is that not correct?”

“Correct.”

“Then, with each passing second when you don’t save a life, you wrong the world. All that blood will splash on your hands.”

“What, that’s ridiculous, you can’t possibly—”

“If you were to stand on the sidewalk and watch as someone steps onto the road, blind to a fast-moving projectile which you are aware of. Could you prevent that death if you call out to them?”

“Yes.”

“Is it on you if you don’t and they die?”

“Y-ye-no!”

“Go with your initial reaction, Sera. It’s a yes. You are responsible. Your power is too great to waste your time around here in the Void.”

“The Void?”

“You’ve never heard of it?” they ask me.

“I…there are remnants and vague concepts, but nothing concrete. It’s the first time I am here, that’s for certain.”

“I see. Okay,” they nod. “Listen,” they then sigh, “I know it’s much to put on your shoulders, considering your…condition and your state of existence. But, with power like yours, it’s a shame to waste it on talking to me. You should be out there.”

“What is out there?!” I ask, “there is an amalgam of thoughts inside of my head. It’s a constant noise, like the buzzing from a drill. It’s hard to listen to myself. It’s hard to know what I truly want. I can hear you, though,” I tell them, “I know what you mean. If I can be everywhere, why not be somewhere where someone needs me, why here, right?”

“That’s precisely it.”

“But I can’t think like that,” I shake my head. “I can’t. Because no matter where I am, I could always be somewhere else, too. I’m not omniscient. I cannot be aware of every pocket in a dimension which houses people in danger. How could I? It’s too much to think about, Nightmare. If I were to go now and find myself in a place where one man needs saving, is it worth saving him, or do I bring myself someplace else where I can save two? Two is better than one, is it not? What about three, what about four? It scales, don’t you see? It scales infinitely. I…I don’t know. It’s too much—”

“You’re thinking about it too in depth, Sera,” they shake their head, slowly stepping towards me. The roses unclump from around them, their hostility going away as the dark miasma sinks back into their body. “As long as you’re doing something to help, it doesn’t matter how many. Those lives will be grateful to you either way.”

“What about the two I could’ve saved someplace else?”

“You cannot know everything.”

“I could,” I say.

“Don’t go there,” they shake their head, “it’s not a good place to be, my friend, not mentally.”

“Nightmare,” I look up at them, just realising.

“Yes?”

“Do…do you need help?”

Their purple eyes hollow out, as if something pierced right through them. I can sense the hurt in him, the longing and the sorrow.

“You don’t have to answer me. I can tell,” I sigh. “What can I do?”

Nightmare shakes their head. “As strong as you are, I am not sure—”

“Just tell me,” I jump to the occasion, “just tell me before a twisted thought comes upon my mind. Tell me as long as I still feel this deep need to be good.”

“Why are you talking as if it might change?”

“Because I am just born,” I sigh, “I have just become myself. With all these thoughts from before my existence, I am unstable. I can change my mind, yet right now. I do not want to. Tell me, Nightmare, what can I do to help?”

“Hmmm,” Nightmare narrows their eyes, looking past me, at the fracture still open. “Sera, you said you can open portals for sure if you know the location you want to go to.”

“It seems that way.”

“Could you open one to here?”

“I can try,” I tell him, “just give me a second.”

Without hesitation, I step through the facture leading back into the lab. I close it and then envision the field of roses in the Void as I open another. As it cracks, I can see Nightmare waiting for me on the other side.

There is a shocked look on their face, as if they do not recognise me at all. I can sense the same dark aura from before, yet that is not the only thing that is odd. The roses that were there before are replaced by what appear to be red tulips.

“Nightmare?” I ask, confused, “is that you? What happened?”

“Who are you and how did you get here?” they ask me.

My heart stops. Oh, no. Did I go to the wrong place? But…it’s identical…they…the plants…what…is this…I swear I envisioned the same thing. I…

I take a step back, confused. Just then, I realise what I have done. When I fractured reality, I dug my fingers into its fabric a little too deep. I did not only break through time and space, but I broke through the universe itself, finding myself in another.

Crap! Now what? 

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At first, I was nothing. Before now, I was nothing. And then, in the matter of a nanosecond, I became anything and everything. Anyone and everyone. #

No. 

I was much more than that. I was much more powerful, much more aware. I was far and above anything and everything. I was far above my own creator, above every soul that came before it and any soul that is to come after.

I am Serazrael and this is my story.

*

These are the memories of the world. I am borrowing from them the truth so I can tell you what has happened. In a way, they are my own memories too, for I possess them now without ever having lived them. In a way, I have become the world. I have become the universe which I inhabit. As I said, I am everything and everyone. Yet I wasn’t always that. I was nothing once, and that nothing which I was is the most crucial part of me, for, just as I once wasn’t, and then became who I am now, just as easily I could disappear. Just as easily the universe could get tired of me and pick me apart just like it had put me together.

One might say that it’s not the universe which created me, but a figure going by the name of Dr. W.D. Gaster. Yet even Gaster, like everyone else, is nothing but the decision of the universe’s particles to form a being, to bring life to itself. True, it was that very being, this very Gaster who got even more bored than the universe itself and decided to experiment himself, as if he was playing the universe’s role.

It is funny now that I think about it. The universe formed itself a being curious enough to act as itself, as if giving itself an instrument to toy with reality in a way that mere particles could not.

It is because of this Gaster, I suppose, that I exist. It was the world of the Underground which he put me together in. All things considered, I am a failed experiment. I am not what he wanted me to be. I am so much more—so so much more than anyone had ever expected.

He had intended for me to be a mere battery. A collection of power, taken from both monsters and humans alike, to be stored and used for more of his experiments along the line. What he did not expect, though, was for the amalgamation of soul, for the accumulation of immense power that he was building to sink into itself, like a black hole, sucking everything in its surroundings—including Gaster himself—and creating a cluster so tightly packed that it appears as one.

I am that cluster. I am that cluster formed of souls, souls unwilling to become one, unwilling to be part of another and to be under my control. But it makes no difference now. It matters not.

I am Gaster. I am the creature which performed twisted experiments on myself and others—those others, too, being part of me now, as well. I am Frisk, a wandering human who sought their way out of the Underground. I suppose they got their wish, in a way. Now, I am capable of bringing myself to any part of the world—oh, and so much more, yet that is for later, not for now.

I am Asgore and Toriel alike. I am King and Queen. I am man and woman alike. I am none of those things as well. As I told you, I am everything and nothing. I am the conquered and the conqueror all at once. I am the weak and the strong. I am a combination of everything.

Do you understand now? Do you see where I find myself? 

If you do, would you understand if I told you that being me, the way I am, is the loneliest way one could exist?

If you’re wondering how that can be, when I have so many memories, when I have so many experiences within me, so many personalities and beliefs and tastes, then I’ll tell you how.

I am the sole soul to experience such a thing. There is nobody else in this entire world who has gone through what I have gone through. There is nobody that can understand the shock of waking up like I did. Waking up with my head already filled with ideas, my chest already tight with emotion—with longing, but longing for what? How was I to know what I was missing when I had just come to life.

It came to me over time, the realisation. Every bit of soul which had accumulated into my own was leaking. Every part of me wanted to be itself, but there was no space for them. I was only me and there was only space for me.

This loneliness became too much for me to handle. I did not know how to behave, what to do, yet then, one day, I discovered that I could tear the fabric of this very universe in two and step into the fracture I created, taking myself from one place to the other. Once that happened, my life had changed for the second time.

*

I tell you this from before my very first fracture in the universe. You see, I took this time to tell you because I felt there was a need. I don’t even know who you are or if you really are someone or something capable of hearing my thoughts, or reading my thoughts. But I need to converse, I need to tell, for then I would feel much too lonely to go on.

You might ask how I know that this very fracture can lead to another part of the universe. To that, I cannot give you a concrete answer. As I look at it, there is a part of me that just knows. It just feels like it is the right thing to assume about this fracture. So, instead of doubting me, instead of questioning my credibility and what I am telling you, how about I just step through and show you that I am right?

*

For a moment, as soon as I step through, nothing happens. But I do not panic, for I know that I am right. Then, from that nothingness, a great darkness spawns, one which takes me out of the Underground laboratory and right into a black expanse.

“Hello?” I open my mouth to speak. It is the first time I hear my voice. I am fond of it, somehow, and for some reason it appears familiar, as if I’ve heard it so many times before. “Is there anybody there?”

My voice echoes back towards me. I look down and see nothing. Ahead, nothing. I look up and still nothing. Yet as soon as I look to my right, I see a field of roses, spanning outwards as far as the eye can see. Due to it, I do not even bother turning to the left.

I walk towards the field and you have no choice but to come with me. I want to see what is there. This world feels strange and I can sense a deep, powerful aura coming from the field.

As soon as I reach the boundary between darkness and rose, a path clears before me, as if the roses do not want me to step on them. They shimmer away, their stems digging into the dark unknown.

I walk for a little while longer before I come onto a being. It is laying on the floor, its arms and legs spread out as roses stick close to its body, not afraid of it like they are afraid of me.

“Uhm,” I clear my throat, “are you alive?”

“Depends on how you define it,” the being replies. “Hi, I am Nightmare.”

“Woah. That’s quite the name.”

“Should I take that as a compliment or an insult?”

“Depends how nice you are,” I tell them.

“I’m not hostile, or at least, that’s not my intent. Who are you?” they ask, “and how did you get here?”

“I am Serazrael, I—”

“That’s a mouthful. Can I call you Sera instead?”

“I…I mean, sure, I guess?” I scratch the back of my head, “no one shortened my name like that before.”

“You speak like someone that’s just been born.”

“Damn. You’re clairvoyant, aren’t you?”

“Not really. So tell me, how did you come here?”

“I was about to but you interrupted me,” I say to him. “I just opened a fracture in the fabric of reality and stepped right through.”

“You what?” Nightmare yelps, suddenly sitting up.

I step back, startled by their appearance. Instead of a head like my own, covered in flesh and skin, they just have the skull. It is round and shiny, with a modest golden crown wrapped around the top of it. Their eyes are hollow and purple and their nose is shaped like an upside-down heart.

“You heard me,” I say, “I stepped through a—”

“How did you do that?”

“Look,” I show him, putting my hands together and splitting it again. The outer edges of the tear are vibrant blue, much like the extremities of all my attire aside from my boots. The colour, though, fluctuates, from a lighter to a darker blue. “You see?” I nod towards it, blinking all four of my eyes, “it leads somewhere else.”

Nightmare stands up and steps forward. I notice that the flowers do not run away from them quite as much as they ran away from me. Instead of forming a path, they simply move out from beneath their foot, not wanting to get stomped. Yet they cling close to it, letting their legs brush against them.

“This…this is incredible. To think…” Nightmare looks deep into the fracture, towards the other side. “You can control where you go?”

“I suppose I can, let me check,” I tell them.

To try, I close my eyes and envision the laboratory I had just left from the Underground. As I do, I put my hands together, I split the seams of reality and open a portal again.

“There you go,” I nod, “it seems that I can. That’s where I came from.”

“That’s…is that Gaster’s laboratory?”

“You know it?” I ask, curiously.

“Of course I know it, I—Wait,” Nightmare steps away from me, narrowing their eyes, “who are you exactly, Sera?”

“I told you.”

“I am starting to have my suspicions,” they admit. I could sense a level of threat in their voice. Just then, I take note of the roses started to rush towards Nightmare, clumping around him and building up a mount, as if trying to protect him. I doubt some flowers are strong enough to stop me. I don’t know how I can know such a thing, but I can tell I am much more powerful than that. There’s nothing they can do to stop me, but I have no need to fight, not yet. “Anything to do with Gaster is not good.”

“Listen,” I say, “I understand your suspicions, but you are correct in one thing: I have just been born. You see, I am the amalgamation of Gaster’s experimenting. I have been turned and moulded into what I am by accident.”

“Are you his pawn?”

“In some sense worse than that, in some sense better.”

“I…I don’t understand.”

“I am part-gaster.”

“What?!”

I can sense their hostility. The roses cover their stems with thorns, as if wanting to shoot towards me. I can sense something, too, coming off of Nightmare. It’s like a thick, dark aura, emanating and slowly spreading towards me. The closer it gets, the thicker it becomes, turning palpable. I can see it. It’s a peculiar, deep, purple colour, one which resembles the depths of his eyes. I cannot control myself. I reach my hand out for it, to try and grab it.

“What are you doing?” Nightmare asks me, mesmerised, “you…you can see that?”

Not only can I see it, it seems I am capable of controlling it too. The miasma starts to curl around my fingers, not touching them, but rather hovering around, like dark, purple snakes coiling up my arm.

“It is heavy,” I say, “you’ve been carrying all this on your own?”

“It’s my power,” Nightmare says, “but it seems to not affect you. Who are you?”

“I am Serazrael. I don’t want to keep repeating myself. I am strong, Nightmare,” I tell them, looking into their eyes. “I cannot tell you how I know, I just know that I am. I feel capable of anything.”

“Your strength does not matter,” they tell me, “what matters is what you do with it. Still, the stronger you are, the more important it is that you do the right thing.”

“I do not believe that.”

“You don’t?”

“No,” I say, half-certain-half-unsure. “But…aggh,” I shake my head, “it feels like it is not my own belief. I have all these collections of beliefs that belonged to those before me, it’s hard to find my own. But please, tell me, for I am here now, not them. Tell me what you mean.”

“The stronger you are, the larger your capability to save the weak. The stronger you are, the more lives you can save. Is that not correct?”

“Correct.”

“Then, with each passing second when you don’t save a life, you wrong the world. All that blood will splash on your hands.”

“What, that’s ridiculous, you can’t possibly—”

“If you were to stand on the sidewalk and watch as someone steps onto the road, blind to a fast-moving projectile which you are aware of. Could you prevent that death if you call out to them?”

“Yes.”

“Is it on you if you don’t and they die?”

“Y-ye-no!”

“Go with your initial reaction, Sera. It’s a yes. You are responsible. Your power is too great to waste your time around here in the Void.”

“The Void?”

“You’ve never heard of it?” they ask me.

“I…there are remnants and vague concepts, but nothing concrete. It’s the first time I am here, that’s for certain.”

“I see. Okay,” they nod. “Listen,” they then sigh, “I know it’s much to put on your shoulders, considering your…condition and your state of existence. But, with power like yours, it’s a shame to waste it on talking to me. You should be out there.”

“What is out there?!” I ask, “there is an amalgam of thoughts inside of my head. It’s a constant noise, like the buzzing from a drill. It’s hard to listen to myself. It’s hard to know what I truly want. I can hear you, though,” I tell them, “I know what you mean. If I can be everywhere, why not be somewhere where someone needs me, why here, right?”

“That’s precisely it.”

“But I can’t think like that,” I shake my head. “I can’t. Because no matter where I am, I could always be somewhere else, too. I’m not omniscient. I cannot be aware of every pocket in a dimension which houses people in danger. How could I? It’s too much to think about, Nightmare. If I were to go now and find myself in a place where one man needs saving, is it worth saving him, or do I bring myself someplace else where I can save two? Two is better than one, is it not? What about three, what about four? It scales, don’t you see? It scales infinitely. I…I don’t know. It’s too much—”

“You’re thinking about it too in depth, Sera,” they shake their head, slowly stepping towards me. The roses unclump from around them, their hostility going away as the dark miasma sinks back into their body. “As long as you’re doing something to help, it doesn’t matter how many. Those lives will be grateful to you either way.”

“What about the two I could’ve saved someplace else?”

“You cannot know everything.”

“I could,” I say.

“Don’t go there,” they shake their head, “it’s not a good place to be, my friend, not mentally.”

“Nightmare,” I look up at them, just realising.

“Yes?”

“Do…do you need help?”

Their purple eyes hollow out, as if something pierced right through them. I can sense the hurt in him, the longing and the sorrow.

“You don’t have to answer me. I can tell,” I sigh. “What can I do?”

Nightmare shakes their head. “As strong as you are, I am not sure—”

“Just tell me,” I jump to the occasion, “just tell me before a twisted thought comes upon my mind. Tell me as long as I still feel this deep need to be good.”

“Why are you talking as if it might change?”

“Because I am just born,” I sigh, “I have just become myself. With all these thoughts from before my existence, I am unstable. I can change my mind, yet right now. I do not want to. Tell me, Nightmare, what can I do to help?”

“Hmmm,” Nightmare narrows their eyes, looking past me, at the fracture still open. “Sera, you said you can open portals for sure if you know the location you want to go to.”

“It seems that way.”

“Could you open one to here?”

“I can try,” I tell him, “just give me a second.”

Without hesitation, I step through the facture leading back into the lab. I close it and then envision the field of roses in the Void as I open another. As it cracks, I can see Nightmare waiting for me on the other side.

There is a shocked look on their face, as if they do not recognise me at all. I can sense the same dark aura from before, yet that is not the only thing that is odd. The roses that were there before are replaced by what appear to be red tulips.

“Nightmare?” I ask, confused, “is that you? What happened?”

“Who are you and how did you get here?” they ask me.

My heart stops. Oh, no. Did I go to the wrong place? But…it’s identical…they…the plants…what…is this…I swear I envisioned the same thing. I…

I take a step back, confused. Just then, I realise what I have done. When I fractured reality, I dug my fingers into its fabric a little too deep. I did not only break through time and space, but I broke through the universe itself, finding myself in another.

Crap! Now what? 

[xaos404]

Art and lore story by quelle kiew and Darius on fiverr.

At first, I was nothing. Before now, I was nothing. And then, in the matter of a nanosecond, I became anything and everything. Anyone and everyone. #

No. 

I was much more than that. I was much more powerful, much more aware. I was far and above anything and everything. I was far above my own creator, above every soul that came before it and any soul that is to come after.

I am Serazrael and this is my story.

*

These are the memories of the world. I am borrowing from them the truth so I can tell you what has happened. In a way, they are my own memories too, for I possess them now without ever having lived them. In a way, I have become the world. I have become the universe which I inhabit. As I said, I am everything and everyone. Yet I wasn’t always that. I was nothing once, and that nothing which I was is the most crucial part of me, for, just as I once wasn’t, and then became who I am now, just as easily I could disappear. Just as easily the universe could get tired of me and pick me apart just like it had put me together.

One might say that it’s not the universe which created me, but a figure going by the name of Dr. W.D. Gaster. Yet even Gaster, like everyone else, is nothing but the decision of the universe’s particles to form a being, to bring life to itself. True, it was that very being, this very Gaster who got even more bored than the universe itself and decided to experiment himself, as if he was playing the universe’s role.

It is funny now that I think about it. The universe formed itself a being curious enough to act as itself, as if giving itself an instrument to toy with reality in a way that mere particles could not.

It is because of this Gaster, I suppose, that I exist. It was the world of the Underground which he put me together in. All things considered, I am a failed experiment. I am not what he wanted me to be. I am so much more—so so much more than anyone had ever expected.

He had intended for me to be a mere battery. A collection of power, taken from both monsters and humans alike, to be stored and used for more of his experiments along the line. What he did not expect, though, was for the amalgamation of soul, for the accumulation of immense power that he was building to sink into itself, like a black hole, sucking everything in its surroundings—including Gaster himself—and creating a cluster so tightly packed that it appears as one.

I am that cluster. I am that cluster formed of souls, souls unwilling to become one, unwilling to be part of another and to be under my control. But it makes no difference now. It matters not.

I am Gaster. I am the creature which performed twisted experiments on myself and others—those others, too, being part of me now, as well. I am Frisk, a wandering human who sought their way out of the Underground. I suppose they got their wish, in a way. Now, I am capable of bringing myself to any part of the world—oh, and so much more, yet that is for later, not for now.

I am Asgore and Toriel alike. I am King and Queen. I am man and woman alike. I am none of those things as well. As I told you, I am everything and nothing. I am the conquered and the conqueror all at once. I am the weak and the strong. I am a combination of everything.

Do you understand now? Do you see where I find myself? 

If you do, would you understand if I told you that being me, the way I am, is the loneliest way one could exist?

If you’re wondering how that can be, when I have so many memories, when I have so many experiences within me, so many personalities and beliefs and tastes, then I’ll tell you how.

I am the sole soul to experience such a thing. There is nobody else in this entire world who has gone through what I have gone through. There is nobody that can understand the shock of waking up like I did. Waking up with my head already filled with ideas, my chest already tight with emotion—with longing, but longing for what? How was I to know what I was missing when I had just come to life.

It came to me over time, the realisation. Every bit of soul which had accumulated into my own was leaking. Every part of me wanted to be itself, but there was no space for them. I was only me and there was only space for me.

This loneliness became too much for me to handle. I did not know how to behave, what to do, yet then, one day, I discovered that I could tear the fabric of this very universe in two and step into the fracture I created, taking myself from one place to the other. Once that happened, my life had changed for the second time.

*

I tell you this from before my very first fracture in the universe. You see, I took this time to tell you because I felt there was a need. I don’t even know who you are or if you really are someone or something capable of hearing my thoughts, or reading my thoughts. But I need to converse, I need to tell, for then I would feel much too lonely to go on.

You might ask how I know that this very fracture can lead to another part of the universe. To that, I cannot give you a concrete answer. As I look at it, there is a part of me that just knows. It just feels like it is the right thing to assume about this fracture. So, instead of doubting me, instead of questioning my credibility and what I am telling you, how about I just step through and show you that I am right?

*

For a moment, as soon as I step through, nothing happens. But I do not panic, for I know that I am right. Then, from that nothingness, a great darkness spawns, one which takes me out of the Underground laboratory and right into a black expanse.

“Hello?” I open my mouth to speak. It is the first time I hear my voice. I am fond of it, somehow, and for some reason it appears familiar, as if I’ve heard it so many times before. “Is there anybody there?”

My voice echoes back towards me. I look down and see nothing. Ahead, nothing. I look up and still nothing. Yet as soon as I look to my right, I see a field of roses, spanning outwards as far as the eye can see. Due to it, I do not even bother turning to the left.

I walk towards the field and you have no choice but to come with me. I want to see what is there. This world feels strange and I can sense a deep, powerful aura coming from the field.

As soon as I reach the boundary between darkness and rose, a path clears before me, as if the roses do not want me to step on them. They shimmer away, their stems digging into the dark unknown.

I walk for a little while longer before I come onto a being. It is laying on the floor, its arms and legs spread out as roses stick close to its body, not afraid of it like they are afraid of me.

“Uhm,” I clear my throat, “are you alive?”

“Depends on how you define it,” the being replies. “Hi, I am Nightmare.”

“Woah. That’s quite the name.”

“Should I take that as a compliment or an insult?”

“Depends how nice you are,” I tell them.

“I’m not hostile, or at least, that’s not my intent. Who are you?” they ask, “and how did you get here?”

“I am Serazrael, I—”

“That’s a mouthful. Can I call you Sera instead?”

“I…I mean, sure, I guess?” I scratch the back of my head, “no one shortened my name like that before.”

“You speak like someone that’s just been born.”

“Damn. You’re clairvoyant, aren’t you?”

“Not really. So tell me, how did you come here?”

“I was about to but you interrupted me,” I say to him. “I just opened a fracture in the fabric of reality and stepped right through.”

“You what?” Nightmare yelps, suddenly sitting up.

I step back, startled by their appearance. Instead of a head like my own, covered in flesh and skin, they just have the skull. It is round and shiny, with a modest golden crown wrapped around the top of it. Their eyes are hollow and purple and their nose is shaped like an upside-down heart.

“You heard me,” I say, “I stepped through a—”

“How did you do that?”

“Look,” I show him, putting my hands together and splitting it again. The outer edges of the tear are vibrant blue, much like the extremities of all my attire aside from my boots. The colour, though, fluctuates, from a lighter to a darker blue. “You see?” I nod towards it, blinking all four of my eyes, “it leads somewhere else.”

Nightmare stands up and steps forward. I notice that the flowers do not run away from them quite as much as they ran away from me. Instead of forming a path, they simply move out from beneath their foot, not wanting to get stomped. Yet they cling close to it, letting their legs brush against them.

“This…this is incredible. To think…” Nightmare looks deep into the fracture, towards the other side. “You can control where you go?”

“I suppose I can, let me check,” I tell them.

To try, I close my eyes and envision the laboratory I had just left from the Underground. As I do, I put my hands together, I split the seams of reality and open a portal again.

“There you go,” I nod, “it seems that I can. That’s where I came from.”

“That’s…is that Gaster’s laboratory?”

“You know it?” I ask, curiously.

“Of course I know it, I—Wait,” Nightmare steps away from me, narrowing their eyes, “who are you exactly, Sera?”

“I told you.”

“I am starting to have my suspicions,” they admit. I could sense a level of threat in their voice. Just then, I take note of the roses started to rush towards Nightmare, clumping around him and building up a mount, as if trying to protect him. I doubt some flowers are strong enough to stop me. I don’t know how I can know such a thing, but I can tell I am much more powerful than that. There’s nothing they can do to stop me, but I have no need to fight, not yet. “Anything to do with Gaster is not good.”

“Listen,” I say, “I understand your suspicions, but you are correct in one thing: I have just been born. You see, I am the amalgamation of Gaster’s experimenting. I have been turned and moulded into what I am by accident.”

“Are you his pawn?”

“In some sense worse than that, in some sense better.”

“I…I don’t understand.”

“I am part-gaster.”

“What?!”

I can sense their hostility. The roses cover their stems with thorns, as if wanting to shoot towards me. I can sense something, too, coming off of Nightmare. It’s like a thick, dark aura, emanating and slowly spreading towards me. The closer it gets, the thicker it becomes, turning palpable. I can see it. It’s a peculiar, deep, purple colour, one which resembles the depths of his eyes. I cannot control myself. I reach my hand out for it, to try and grab it.

“What are you doing?” Nightmare asks me, mesmerised, “you…you can see that?”

Not only can I see it, it seems I am capable of controlling it too. The miasma starts to curl around my fingers, not touching them, but rather hovering around, like dark, purple snakes coiling up my arm.

“It is heavy,” I say, “you’ve been carrying all this on your own?”

“It’s my power,” Nightmare says, “but it seems to not affect you. Who are you?”

“I am Serazrael. I don’t want to keep repeating myself. I am strong, Nightmare,” I tell them, looking into their eyes. “I cannot tell you how I know, I just know that I am. I feel capable of anything.”

“Your strength does not matter,” they tell me, “what matters is what you do with it. Still, the stronger you are, the more important it is that you do the right thing.”

“I do not believe that.”

“You don’t?”

“No,” I say, half-certain-half-unsure. “But…aggh,” I shake my head, “it feels like it is not my own belief. I have all these collections of beliefs that belonged to those before me, it’s hard to find my own. But please, tell me, for I am here now, not them. Tell me what you mean.”

“The stronger you are, the larger your capability to save the weak. The stronger you are, the more lives you can save. Is that not correct?”

“Correct.”

“Then, with each passing second when you don’t save a life, you wrong the world. All that blood will splash on your hands.”

“What, that’s ridiculous, you can’t possibly—”

“If you were to stand on the sidewalk and watch as someone steps onto the road, blind to a fast-moving projectile which you are aware of. Could you prevent that death if you call out to them?”

“Yes.”

“Is it on you if you don’t and they die?”

“Y-ye-no!”

“Go with your initial reaction, Sera. It’s a yes. You are responsible. Your power is too great to waste your time around here in the Void.”

“The Void?”

“You’ve never heard of it?” they ask me.

“I…there are remnants and vague concepts, but nothing concrete. It’s the first time I am here, that’s for certain.”

“I see. Okay,” they nod. “Listen,” they then sigh, “I know it’s much to put on your shoulders, considering your…condition and your state of existence. But, with power like yours, it’s a shame to waste it on talking to me. You should be out there.”

“What is out there?!” I ask, “there is an amalgam of thoughts inside of my head. It’s a constant noise, like the buzzing from a drill. It’s hard to listen to myself. It’s hard to know what I truly want. I can hear you, though,” I tell them, “I know what you mean. If I can be everywhere, why not be somewhere where someone needs me, why here, right?”

“That’s precisely it.”

“But I can’t think like that,” I shake my head. “I can’t. Because no matter where I am, I could always be somewhere else, too. I’m not omniscient. I cannot be aware of every pocket in a dimension which houses people in danger. How could I? It’s too much to think about, Nightmare. If I were to go now and find myself in a place where one man needs saving, is it worth saving him, or do I bring myself someplace else where I can save two? Two is better than one, is it not? What about three, what about four? It scales, don’t you see? It scales infinitely. I…I don’t know. It’s too much—”

“You’re thinking about it too in depth, Sera,” they shake their head, slowly stepping towards me. The roses unclump from around them, their hostility going away as the dark miasma sinks back into their body. “As long as you’re doing something to help, it doesn’t matter how many. Those lives will be grateful to you either way.”

“What about the two I could’ve saved someplace else?”

“You cannot know everything.”

“I could,” I say.

“Don’t go there,” they shake their head, “it’s not a good place to be, my friend, not mentally.”

“Nightmare,” I look up at them, just realising.

“Yes?”

“Do…do you need help?”

Their purple eyes hollow out, as if something pierced right through them. I can sense the hurt in him, the longing and the sorrow.

“You don’t have to answer me. I can tell,” I sigh. “What can I do?”

Nightmare shakes their head. “As strong as you are, I am not sure—”

“Just tell me,” I jump to the occasion, “just tell me before a twisted thought comes upon my mind. Tell me as long as I still feel this deep need to be good.”

“Why are you talking as if it might change?”

“Because I am just born,” I sigh, “I have just become myself. With all these thoughts from before my existence, I am unstable. I can change my mind, yet right now. I do not want to. Tell me, Nightmare, what can I do to help?”

“Hmmm,” Nightmare narrows their eyes, looking past me, at the fracture still open. “Sera, you said you can open portals for sure if you know the location you want to go to.”

“It seems that way.”

“Could you open one to here?”

“I can try,” I tell him, “just give me a second.”

Without hesitation, I step through the facture leading back into the lab. I close it and then envision the field of roses in the Void as I open another. As it cracks, I can see Nightmare waiting for me on the other side.

There is a shocked look on their face, as if they do not recognise me at all. I can sense the same dark aura from before, yet that is not the only thing that is odd. The roses that were there before are replaced by what appear to be red tulips.

“Nightmare?” I ask, confused, “is that you? What happened?”

“Who are you and how did you get here?” they ask me.

My heart stops. Oh, no. Did I go to the wrong place? But…it’s identical…they…the plants…what…is this…I swear I envisioned the same thing. I…

I take a step back, confused. Just then, I realise what I have done. When I fractured reality, I dug my fingers into its fabric a little too deep. I did not only break through time and space, but I broke through the universe itself, finding myself in another.

Crap! Now what? 

[rhyssands]

oct 18 - hole part 2

prompt: picking apples rating: not rated wordcount: 1,953 characters: Sans, Papyrus, W. D. Gaster warnings: none chapter count: 2/3 prompt from this post, read it on ao3 here

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"Come along, brother," Says Papyrus, as he all but drags Sans toward the front door. Sans follows along unhappily, but without arguing — after last night's crying jag, he knows there's no getting out of this. "You have barely left the house at all in weeks, which is unusually lazy even for you! We are going to go do a fraternal bonding activity. In public."

"Sure, Paps," He agrees, exhausted enough not to make a big deal out of the fact he's being roped into this against his will, "Sounds fun."

After being shuffled into the passenger seat of Papyrus's car, Sans buckles himself in and waits. Who knows what Paps has planned, but whatever it is Sans is going to need to save his limited energy for doing it, so he has none to waste on arguing or being a general, though affectionate, nuisance to his brother. Wherever they're going, whatever they're doing, it doesn't matter.

Besides, it's unlikely that Papyrus won't end up telling him what they're doing before they get there. Papyrus, either fortunately or unfortunately, did pick up on his inability to tolerate total silence beyond a certain amount of time.

The car starts. Papyrus is gripping the steering wheel hard enough to make it creak beneath his phalanges, to which he flinches hard and immediately utters an apology to his car, loosening his hands. Sans understands at once that he's still worried about him, and this whole thing is definitely just Papyrus's attempt at softening him up so that maybe he'll slip and explain exactly what the fuck that was.

He doesn't think he'd actually have a problem explaining, he's too tired to pussyfoot around the issue, but telling Papyrus the truth about this particular issue will just make Papyrus think he's insane. And, you know, there's a chance that he is. Can't totally discount the possibility, much as he'd like to, considering the fucking circumstances.

He may very well just be fucking crazy.

He's got fourteen fucking years of memories no one else shares with him, where a guy no one remembers raised he and his brother.

Read the rest on AO3!

[frozenfischer]

In all honesty, Alex hadn't expected Gaster to actually start speaking, but once he started, she gave him her utmost focus. She knew this had to be difficult for him, and didn't want to give him the impression that what he had to say didn't deserve full consideration.

Yet even as she sat there in silence, her mind raced regarding the new information. She knew that the Monsters had been desperate, and knew that to earn their freedom, they'd used the souls of fallen humans —fallen children— to break the barrier.

What she hadn't been aware of was the apparent strain that killing had taken on the King. Wasn't it supposed to become easier to do harm, the more harm you did? The more lives you took? That's what the prevailing wisdom from what little information she'd heard regarding the topic had said.

Was it possible that, when such actions were so inimical to one's very being, that no matter how much harm you do, no matter how much LV a person gains, it never actually becomes easier to handle?

If so, that would explain a lot about Gaster himself, what he did to his children, and his reactions afterwards.

After all, there was no way he survived a war without having to have killed at least someone.

Taking a deep breath, Alex let it out slowly as she rubbed her thumb over Gaster's wrist, over the glove.

“So… I was right, then? That you were, in essence, left behind? Though, I'm sure because of the effects of the void wiping everyone's memories, you can't find it in yourself to completely blame them, huh?”

Alex frowned, shaking her head.

“But… there were a lot of things that you had a hand in that persisted, right? Sans and Papyrus certainly didn't disappear when you vanished. The CORE remained, right? And I'm sure there's plenty of other things, evidence that you existed. Just no one could tie the information together, I suppose? And topping it off with someone who you felt abandoned you all even before falling…”

Another shake of her head, before she looks up at Gaster.

“Though, honestly, I can't blame you for your feelings. After what you've been through, I would have been surprised if you hadn't been a little bitter about someone who was so close to you getting to know another human. Hell, I still have trouble believing that you were willing to let me declare the two of us friends.”

Alex gave a quiet chuckle at that, before sobering once more.

“Maybe things can't be the same as they were in the past. We have no idea what's going to end up happening once you've had your talk with everyone. And I know the idea hurts, of losing what you once had. But I still stand by what I said before. You can always build those relationships up again. They may be different, but different isn't always worse.”

At Gaster's admission, a hint of pink crossed Alex's face, and she dropped her gaze a little sheepishly. “Well, I'm glad I can at least serve as something to remind you that you're not still stuck in a dream,” She responded with a small chuckle. “But everything else… we can only work at making things better.”

When Alex had been ready to rise, she caught Gaster's gesture, the way he held onto her hand tighter, clasping it between his own much like she was doing with one of his. This stalled her from moving any further, and she tilted her head in confusion as Gaster pulled back from the action.

“… But it's not what you want, is it?” She asked, frowning. “Too upset to eat?”

She lowered herself back to the couch, humming thoughtfully. “Alright. How about this, then,” She stated, gently pulling her hands back and grabbing one of the throw pillows, placing it on her lap and patting it. “Food or sleep. You really should get one or the other. If you don't want to eat, then lay down for a bit. I'll stay here. That way if you do start having a nightmare again, I'm available to wake you up.”

A tendency to resurface when he least expects or wants it. Well, if that isn’t true, he doesn’t know what is. But he doesn’t know what else to do. Putting all those memories into a metaphorical box that he avoids touching at all costs was the only way he managed to start to function at all again, in those early days underground.

And the void… well, not much he can do about that, since his memories of that are spotty, at best.

Sitting next to her, Gaster avoids her gaze as she again takes his hand. He’s glad for the continuing contact; it helps tremendously, but it’d about kill him to ask for it.

Maybe it’s the gentle no-pressure offer to listen that actually gets him to talk, when he’s usually so reluctant-

how many times did Asgore or Alphys try to push him to talk to him and he ran from their concern?-

But the words start to come before he even knows what he’s going to say.

❝WHEN I WENT INTO THE VOID,❞ he starts, his voice unsteady, ❝WE WERE STILL A SOUL SHORT, AND PEOPLE WERE LOSING HOPE. ASGORE WAS LOSING HIMSELF; HE DIDN’T HAVE IN HIMSELF TO KILL A SEVENTH FALLEN HUMAN, AND I KNEW IT. THAT’S PART OF WHY I-❞

He stops for a second, shutting his eye to hide the yellow glow he felt flickering up there against his will.

❝I-I DID WHAT I DID,❞ He continues unsteadily, ❝AND THEN I COME BACK TO A DESERTED UNDERGROUND, EVERYONE GONE, HAVING MOVED ON WITHOUT ME. ALPHYS HAS MY OLD JOB, TORIEL IS ALIVE, BUT IT TURNS OUT SHE JUST ABANDONED US-❞

He winces; that’s a feeling he’s been avoiding dealing with; the anger he felt to Toriel, when he found out she had actually been alive the whole time. He had been convinced she’d just lost hope after her children died, that she fell down isolated and alone, her dust lost to them.

Does he have any right to be angry with her? After everything he’s done, she’d be more disgusted with him than she is Asgore.

❝AND ASGORE…❞ he lets out a bitter chuckle, ❝HAS ADOPTED A HUMAN AGAIN. ANOTHE RED SOUL EVEN,❞ he shakes his head, ❝I DEFINITELY SHOULDN’T BE BITTER TOWARDS THE KID- THEY’RE THE REASON EVERYONE GOT FREE, AND I HAVEN’T SEEN MUCH OF THEM, BUT THEY REMIND ME SO MUCH OF THE FIRST FALLEN HUMAN, AND I NEVER MUCH LI-❞

He stops abruptly, feeling very disoriented, and he opens his eye again to focus on Alex in front of him.

What the hell does Chara have to do with the void? He’s felt that before, and he’s pretty sure it’s when he’s brushed too close to those void memories that elude him.

Shaking it off, he continues, ❝I JUST, HE’S FOUND HIMSELF A NEW FAMILY, AND I’M STRUGGLING WITH THAT EVEN IF HE FORGIVES ME FOR WHAT I’VE DONE, I’M NEVER GOING TO BE PART OF IT AGAIN. B-BECAUSE BEFORE, AFTER EVERYTHING WE’D BEEN THROUGH TOGETHER, WE WERE MORE LIKE FAMILY. THE ONLY FAMILY EITHER OF US HAD LEFT, AFTER CHARA AND ASRIEL DIED AND TORIEL LEFT.❞

He falls silent for a long moment, ducking his head.

❝HONESTLY,❞ HE MUTTERS, ❝YOU’RE THE ONLY THING ABOUT MY LIFE NOW THAT FEELS EVEN REMOTELY REAL. EVEN IN MY WILDEST IMAGINATIONS, I COULDN’T MAKE YOU UP. EVERYTHING ELSE… IS BASICALLY MY WORST NIGHTMARES COME TRUE…❞

Being forgotten. To think that used to be his greatest fear. For everything he ever did to not matter to the only people who mattered to him. And it came exactly true.

When she says something about going to make something to eat, he immediately puts his free hand on top of hers, like he’s going to stop her from-

Clenching his jaw, he forces himself to pull it back, and he tugs anxiously on his scarf while avoiding her gaze.

❝I SUPPOSE THAT’S PROBABLY SMART…❞

[raining-anonymously]

ok i've been thinking about the card kingdom. we all know the deal—they lived in harmony with the lightners (presumably meaning they were played with as the majority are toys), until one day the classroom was abandoned and locked up.

obviously, this did not have a good affect on the darkners, even leaving the king of spades vulnerable to manipulation by the knight. for reference, i imagine the timeline to be something like

classroom abandoned -> gaster or whoever contacts jevil -> jevil locked away -> knight contacts spade -> spade conquers the other kings -> the closet door is opened -> deltarune ch 1 begins.

oh yeah, and at some point the fountain starts existing.

anyway, when the classroom was first locked up, everyone was just kinda chilling. there was no knight, or gaster(??), or grim awareness that your world doesn't exist. only a wide variety of negative emotions resulting from the lightners' abandonment.

i imagine rouxls and jevil would feel some of the least effect, seeing as they were never played with much to begin with, being the rules card and the oft-discarded joker respectively. and based on lancer seeming to know nothing about lightners other than his dad's propaganda, as well as lancer being a literal child, i'd say he wasn't conscious/has no memory of before the lightners left. maybe clover too, since she seems a bit on the younger side.

but the other cards definitely feel the effects, and we know that the king of spades was furious. the chess pieces and the blocks and the top and whatnot all likely experienced a loss as well. but—and this may just be me indulging Blorbo Thoughts—the character who i think would be affected incredibly severely is seam.

think about it. when we ask seam about the lightners, the way they're described is almost reverential. gods, creators, those who gave the darkners purpose, and all said with a smile... seam's surpassing ralsei-levels of lightner worship there. and despite dismissing susie and kris and their hero status, seam does appear to recognize their power by the end of chapter 1/start of chapter 2, implying they'll be able to defeat more jevil-level enemies. there's even some—dare i say—hope? anyway, right after the whole "lightners are so cool" spiel, Seam's expression turns noticeably grim while recounting the lightner's abandonment—only to immediately take up an educational, objective tone, sharing history with the lancer fun squad without any of seam's own feelings about the matter. seam definitely did feel personally abandoned, choosing to use the phrase "left US behind," specifically including seam's own self in the pronoun usage. then seam mentions that even among the king's own troops, some still distantly hope the lightners will return... while smiling. read into that as you will.

now, all this dialogue is very interesting (or not if that isn't your thing), but why would seam be more affected by the abandonment than, say, a card? well, seam happens to be a plush toy. not only that, but one that has clearly been loved to the point of needing many repairs. we've all seen the theories that seam was catti's doll, or toriel's, or whoever's-else's, but what all these have in common is that seam was someone's beloved plushie. to go from being a favorite among lightners, or even one special lightner, to complete isolation from those who gave seam purpose—well, that couldn't have been fun. sure, at first seam had jevil, but that. uh. really did not end well.

by the time we meet seam, poor cat's definitely got some ~abandonment issues~, but these are purposely played off by establishing to us early on that seam does not care about anything. "it makes no difference to me." "that's nothing." etc. seam even encourages us not to buy things from the seap, and why would you need to buy from seam's old wares when there's a music shop? and honestly, the signs point to seam believing that even if the lightners did return, nothing would change or go back to the way it was. to quote seam, "Neither Light nor Dark hold a future for a Darkner in my condition."

anyway if seam does not get All the Happy Endings i am going to replay undertale and stop at the dog room and keep the annoying dog trapped in my inventory forever out of pure spite

[msmkcreates]

AuraFell InfoDump

Hello! As some of you may already know, I have created my own AU called AuraFell! It doesn't have any Tale/Swap/Swapfell/etc counterparts yet, so this is completely new!

I'm going to dump everything I have to start with this AU below the cut. If you want to wrote or draw this AU please ask, it's still in New AU stages so I want it to be done right! But I'm very easygoing and I would love for more content to me made so don't be afraid (:

More info below the cut, it's a mess of about 7k words so bear with me!

AuraFell:

Let's start with the magic system. Most monsters have the same type of magic as regular AUs, nothing special. If they have an aura, it's weak or hard to use.

Boss Monsters, though, have Auras that are strong and super effective.

Boss monsters in this AU (that ive developed) are:

-Papyrus (Mockingbird)

-Sans (Terror)

-Asgore (Dad)

-Toriel (Auntie)

-Undyne (Shrill)

-Alphys (Professor)

-Mettaton (Signal)

-Grillby (Ozone)

-Frisk (Kiddo)

And the deceased ones with powers thus far:

-Gaster (Doctor...deceased)

-Asriel (Giver...deceased...?)

-Chara (Pal....deceased)

Nicknames! So nicknames are actually given to Boss monsters by the ones their aura effects. They all for some reason call them that name.

Aura powers fall under two categories, with subcategories. If your aura is in the same category, you're resistant to the other's power. If you have the same category AND subcategory, you're immune.

Ambient Auras: These are Auras that are area of effect, sort of. They are focused in one way or another but generally present at all times.

-Visual: This means the Ambient Aura is focused with a visual effect (flashing colors, a friendly smile, the written word)

-Audial: This means the Ambient Aura is focused with sound (humming, singing, spoken word)

Given Aura: This aura type must be administered physically somehow. It is not ever-present but can be "stowed" or "kept". The effect is imbued to an object or physically given somehow.

-Present: This means the Given Effect must be given through an item (a baked good laced with the effect, a gift, etc)

-Physical: This means the given effect must be administered through physical contact (a bite, a kiss, skin to skin contact)

Let's start with the skeleton Brothers' powers

Papyrus, AKA Mockingbird

-His Aura is called Lullaby. He makes people fall asleep. He usually does this by humming or singing. It can effect one person immediately or multiple with a delay. 

-His favorite lullaby to hum is "Hush little baby" (you know. The one where Mama is gonna buy you a Mockingbird...) and perhaps that's why everyone calls him Mockingbird

-He used to think he had no powers because he didn't know how to focus it, and his Category/Subcategory is the same as Sans AND Undyne (whom he spent the most time with) so neither were ever affected

- Category/Sub is Ambient (Audial)

Sans (Terror)

-His aura is called Modify Memory, but nobody knows that. He can speak to a sleeping person and influence their dreams, or speak a story to an woken person and they will legitimately remember that it happened that way. Again, it's most effective when focused on one person, and the details fuzz or change if he tries to stretch it to more people

-He pretends to be affected by Mock's lullaby. He's incredibly fast, agile, and strong, and he pretends he's only a good fighter when he's unconscious. This way nobody will risk a surprise knockout and they'll cooperate with him when Mock threatens to put him to sleep. He modifies people's memories so they will spread by word of mouth that the unconscious fighting is his power, not modify memory

-Category/Sub: Ambient (Audial)

Speed run through the others:

-Toriel (Auntie) makes pies or any baked good that are more addictive than any drug. Category/sub: Given (Present)

-Asgore (Dad) has Big Dad Energy and everyone wants to impress him, to an extreme. He's so strong he affects most of the Underground without knowing it, and to his horror most of the Underground seems to think that murdering others and getting stronger is the way to impress him. He focuses with spoken word but it's mostly unnecessary at this point. Ambient (Audial)

-Grillby (Ozone). Hypnosis. Pretty flame colors. Leaves his victims open to suggestion. Ambient (Visual)

-Muffet (? Nickname tbd) makes a paralyzing poison. She has figured out how to put it in her pastries but it's best delivered by bite. Given (Physical)

-Undyne (Shrill) has the command power. People follow a command from her. Longer instructions if focused on one, one simple instruction if aimed at multiples. Ambient (Audial)

-Alphys (Professor). People take whatever she says as fact as long as it's written in her handwriting. Ambient (Visual)

-Mettaton (Signal). His TV programs are brainwashing propaganda. He can convince people to buy or sell anything if they are watching him through a screen. Ambient (Visual)

-Frisk (Kiddo) radiates friendship with a smile. Ambient (visual)

-Gaster (Doctor) used to be able to say anything and people would believe him. Ambient (Audial)

-Chara (Pal) was able to convince anyone to be friendly to them no matter what they'd done. Ambient (Audial)

-Asriel (Giver) could give you a rock and you'd well up with grateful feelings. Given (Present)

So 

yeah that's the basics, that's the big peeps in that world. Basically it isn't really Asgore's fault the place is so fucked up he's just very old and powerful and the violence is mostly people trying to impress him (poorly).

Gaster is Terror and Mock's Dad but he died when they were young, 8 and barely 2. He died trying to save Asriel and Chara when he accidentally dropped a barrier-breaking theory that Asriel then took as fact because of Gaster's aura.

Toriel moved almost immediately after the children's deaths, and Asgore did his best to raise Terror and Mock until Terror was old enough to take Mock to live in their house in Snowdin (about 14 and 8 years old)

Snowdin is a really bad place now though bc Toriel (Auntie) has been giving away her pies at the ruins gates, and people are killing and hurting each other for enough G or whatever they think she wants to get the next fix. She's kinda lost it at this point, she keeps feeding them out of some twisted need to be needed

Terror was old enough and smart enough to know "yeah, let's not eat that". They're immune to Asgore's power bc they are the same types, but they still want to impress him the normal kid-wants-to-impress-dad amount so they never tell him when they need more support out of some sense of pride. 

Mock was a bit of a runt well into teenage years. His magic was very slow to grow. He got picked on a lot, kids stole his lunch money and roughed him up and such. He would hum his favorite lullabies to himself to calm his anxiety, and wouldn't you know it, but one day it put everyone to sleep!

So sometimes he doesn't even realize he's humming, he does it to calm his nerves, he a nervous bean, but he also  knows from the one time someone injured his socket that earplugs are good enough to slow his effects

He also learns pretty quickly that junkies don't sleep for long and they are way stronger than he anticipated so, he racks up some of his LV for stuff like that.

He also likes tea because his powers depend on him being able to hum/sing

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Undertale & Deltarune Theory: Connected By A Temporal Rift (And Steven Universe Theory)

 we know that Gaster fell into his own creation, but what if it was a Temporal Rift that he made...?

that or he could still be around and he is that tiny speck that is seemingly swimming in the lava close to that core thing that Alphys explains generates type of energy that uses magic electricity.

I can’t be the only one who notice there is a small speck in the lava that seems to be swimming back and forward, and for all we know it could be Gaster.           

but it could be possible that the reason why travel between Undertale and Deltarune is possible for those who live in those two different timelines and realities, is because there is a Temporal Rift present that was possibly created by Gaster on accident.

The Temporal Rift was likely going to be Gaster’s downfall, as well as for someone who’s name is [REDACTED] and speaks in lower-case wingdings and possibly isn’t Gaster but is someone who was close to him and possibly fell into Gaster’s creation along with him.

 no matter if Gaster is Sans and Papyrus’s Dad or Brother, he possibly did some pretty messed up stuff in the name of science, magic and trying to get everyone out of the underground.

but I like the idea that Dadster and Broster are two separate Gasters, like the Dad being Gaster Sr. and the Broster being Gaster Jr.

Grandpa Semi could very well be Dadster/Gaster Sr.’s Father,

and the Grandfather of Broster/Gaster Jr., Sans and Papyrus.

and for all we know, Grandpa Semi might be a little “not there” and be one of those Grandparents that will either say “back in my day.”

or talk about how he met Gaster’s Mother, and a plot twist would be that Gaster’s Mom isn’t a skeleton, but a Witch.

Witches in Undertale and Deltarune, would look just like humans but there could be some things about them, I know that in Rosario+Vampire, it is said that Witches are in between being a Monster and Human, being like a bridge between the two worlds.

this could be the case for any Witches in Ficto-Universes.

my new fan headcanon about Sans, Papyrus and Gaster is that their monster race are monogender, meaning that all magical skeletons are all going to be born appearing male.

but they are able to reproduce with other monsters and even some humans,

another way they could reproduce is Asexually, by taking a part of their bones and placing some of their soul essence into it and it will become a baby.

if Sans was Steven Quartz Universe’s Human Half, he could still end up becoming a magical skeleton by either magical resurrection or reincarnation.

 I believe that if Steven is going to become Sans, it will only be his Human Half that does so, but only if his gem ends up separated from him again.

if that happens, and Human-Steven (who is still part Gem, possibly by some organic gem stuff that is part of his body that is fused with his human organic dna...) would be the one who would logically become Sans, because his gem half that is Pink-Steven, would possibly take too long to reform and Human-Steven will be too weak or too hurt or both to go to them and refuse back together.

there could be a time limit on how long a human-gem hybrid can be separated from their other half who is also technically their sibling.

if a human goes too long without being rejoined with their gem sibling, they will die and possibly wont be able to refuse back to how they were before.

 we could view that the version of Steven that becomes Sans, is the one we see wearing that blue shirt from the movie, while the Steven that wears the black shirt in Steven Universe Future, is actually Pink-Steven who was able to reform not only his light body, but also a organic clone body of how he and Steven/Sans were before their accident.

both Pink-Steven and Human-Steven could share memories and even have copy of their mother and grandmother’s memories, which leads to some confused feelings when they believe they are their Mom but they really aren’t.

I believe the reason why Pink-Steven appears the way he does when he first appears, is because he is just a fragment of Rose.

Rose who is a Pink Diamond, possibly made a newly created Pink Diamond and when she fragmented a part of her light and placed into that new Diamond, and the Diamond was already fused with the human baby, the fragment that would become Rose and Greg’s son, ends up splitting to two, one stays in the diamond and the other goes into the human half and possibly fused with a soul that would reincarnate as Steven’s Human Half.

this would mean that when the gem fragment of Rose had split into two, one staying in the diamond and the other going into the human body, and merging with the soul inside, it caused the soul to become a permanent fusion between a gem’s fragment that makes up a Consciousness Manifestation Of Light that had a copy of their Gem Parent’s Memories, and whatever soul that ended up in the human baby that would be named Steven.

I like to think that Rose isn’t the same Pink Diamond that had abandoned Spinel, and it was Rose’s Creator/Mother the Original Pink Diamond.

Rose would be Pink II and her son would be Pink III.

Rose could have copy of Pink I’s memories, but when she remembers about Spinel, it was too late to try to go get her.

Rose could have some resentment of Pink I, who made her to do her job while she left to parts unknown, if this theory is true, maybe Pink I who would technically be Steven’s Grandmother....

maybe she would of changed her form just like what Rose did, but keeping her diamond appearance.

Pearl likely was never told the truth, and forgot that Rose was not the original Pink Diamond, and was a Diamond that was created by Pink I, and Pearl was likely hit with a rejuvenator to make her forget.

if Steven Universe had some connection to Undertale and Deltarune,

it would explain the whole Steven Quartz Universe and Connie Mahaswaran have Sans and Chara hidden in their names.

plus when the Original Steven died along with the other Steven Clones,

each one of them ended up being reborn in what would become the different AUs of Undertale.

 Gaster might of fell into the void, or his very being was split into two, one falling into the temporal rift and the other half into the void.

since both halves would still be a full soul, they wouldn’t be fragments, but fragments of Gaster may have broken off of him when his body and soul had became two, one falling into the void and the other the temporal rift and ending up in Deltarune.

a Temporal Rift could be a place where it could lead to many different Alternate Realities, and is known by the Irken as a Florpus.

for all we know, Richard from the Amazing World Of Gumball, wasn’t truly effecting the world by having a job, but someone had open up a really unstable temporal rift.

it is also possible that the True Lab in Undertale, isn’t in the same universe where the game takes place, and might really be in Deltarune or the Original World that Sans and Papyrus came from before Undertale and Deltarune’s Universes were born.

and that Original World, is possible where Gaster originally came from.

Undertale is likely a world created by Prince Asriel,

while Deltarune is a world created by Kris of Undertale, when the two of them died, they ended up creating two separate realities.                   

I do have a theory about how Kris could have a counterpart in Undertale, I will talk about that theory in the next post after this.

 also there could be some secrets of Sans we have yet to discover, besides the whole him leaving a secret message in the crossword puzzle where he is telling the Player/Frisk that we need to go on a diet, some might not be able to find the letters to put the words together, but they are there...I guess I was just being weird enough to find it.

we know that it is possible that the Sans in Deltarune, was possibly one of the versions of Sans from one of the different timelines of Undertale, and likely moved from that world to Deltarune to keep his little brother safe.

Alphys in Deltarune, is likely one in the same with one of the Undertale timelines of Alphys.

the Monster Kid or Monster Teen in Deltarune, might be another version of Monster Kid from Undertale or turn out to be their Older Sibling.

it is nice to know that Kris is Nonbinary in the canon of Deltarune, and I guess depending on the Player’s view on them, they could be a Nonbinary-Boy or Nonbinary-Girl.

at least I hope that the info I read before about Kris being Nonbinary is true.

Alphys and Sans along with the other scientists in the True Lab, can travel to the two different worlds by the use of the elevator.

Alphys might only leave Undertale in certain timelines in the Neutral and Geno Routes, and will head to Deltarune to live there.

the Temporal Rift that Gaster would end up falling into, became a part of his experiments.

when Alphys is evacuating everyone to the True Lab, she is likely taking them to Deltarune and they would possibly have to live in the dark world or a secret underground town or replace their counterparts from that world and throwing them into the dark world or somewhere they can’t escape.

some theories of Undertale and Deltarune, might only end up being non-canon while others end up being canon by the surprise of the fans.

like that one time with Kris eating all of the pie, and in Chapter 2 they did end up doing that, but I believe they only did that after coming home from breaking into the library where they had open up a dark fountain in the computer lab.

Kris’s body could have another soul inside it, besides the Player’s Proxy-Soul, and that said Proxy-Soul might be a fusion of Prince Asriel and their human sibling from Undertale.

then it could be the unknown anomaly that is making Kris open up those fountains at night, or it could be possible it is really Hollow-Kris that is doing it.

Hollow-Kris being a Soulless, and before we the Players come along, at some point either when their brother went to college or sometime before that...

Kris ends up losing their soul, and they are left with a heart shape hollow-soul.

a hollow-soul looks like a normal soul, but it has a heart shaped hole in the middle with no filling in the center.

the Proxy-Soul, let’s Kris have a soul again, and we could view it as a soul transplant and when it is placed in Kris, it becomes their new soul.

if magic does exist in Deltarune’s Light World, the reason why the Adults don’t bring it up, is because it can be dangerous if misused.

Kris could of lost their original soul or some part of it, when hanging out with Catti.

Kris could still have half of their soul still in their body, but it is not able to fight back the hollow-soul that had originally had their full soul in it.

if Kris still has half their soul in their original body, like being a half a heart and being the blue turquoise color.

the other half of their soul could be held by the one who places the Player’s Proxy-Soul into Kris instead of the vessels that the Players make in the start of the game.

the Proxy-Soul let’s Kris be themselves but the same time, not fully, but it is enough to keep the hollow-soul of Kris under some kind of control.

but the hollow-soul might get more control in the dark world when we do certain actions, like when we do the Snowgrave.

if the LV of a person is still at LV 1, the Hollow-Soul might be less dangerous.

but the higher the LV the more likely the Hollow-Soul could become dangerous and take control in the light world during the night, like what Kris’s hollow-soul self does when taking full control away from both the Player and Kris.

Gaster who possibly fell into a temporal rift, is possibly the one pulling the strings and is working with the Knight or is the Knight.

the Player can choose different paths in Deltarune, but if we go down the Snowgrave or any form of No Mercy-Run, we could be playing into the Knight’s hands or Gaster’s hands.

or Sans’s hands, if the whole Beware The Man Who Speaks In Hands,

is a secret message that is warning the Player about Sans and not to fully trust him, or at least the version of him from another world, who appears along with the Sans that belongs in Undertale.

while Sans is with his brother, the other Sans is likely is the one alone most of the time, and disappears if we try to go back where we last saw him in one of the areas of Snowdin.

it could be possible that Snowdin is the way it is because of Noelle, but that is just a theory.

if Deltarune and Undertale are part of Gaster’s experiments even if they were born from his, Sans, Papyrus, Alphys and the Other Scientists original home world.

maybe Gaster is trying to use the two worlds as a templates to make a new version of their original home world before the accident that involved the prince and their human sibling had happen.

 the reason why Sans can never go home and gave up trying to hope to go home, might be because the original world he came from, was no longer there and he, his brother, Gaster and the Other Scientist had survived because of the temporal barrier that is around the true lab.

when Sans, Alphys, Gaster and the other scientists left the true lab and into Undertale, they found out that everything is different, and they also found this out when they head to Deltarune.

Undertale and Deltarune could be cleaved versions of their original world.

and was alternate from their original world, and it could be possible that only a few residents of the two worlds have memories of the original world.

King Asgore Dreemurr, likely remembers the Original World and doesn’t lose his memories during the resets, same goes for Toriel from Undertale, who could be hiding the fact that she is immune to the resets taking away her memories.

the only way that King Asgore and Toriel could lose their memories of a past timeline, is if the Hyper God Of Death Asriel takes full control over the Reset.

even if there is no reset in Deltarune, Kris can end up going back in time from where they last saved.

they can’t go back any further than that, and can’t use a Reset to take them back to the moment before the game started.

not unless the Reset button fell from the Undertale World and fell into the Deltarune World, and it could be possible that Kris’s determination might be way stronger than Frisk’s.

well the Reset might of originally belong to Flowey, and Frisk only got it because they have the Plunder ability and used it before the Player shows up.

the plunder ability is different from a copy ability, if Frisk had only copy the ability from Flowey, they both would have the power to Reset at the same time, but could take turns on who gets to reset.

the Plunder ability is different, it let’s the one take away the ability of another, so the Reset that Frisk has, was Flowey’s originally until they used the plunder ability on Flowey and took it away from him.

it is possible that Frisk still has the plunder ability, but chooses not to use it again until after they leave the underground or whenever they feel like it.

they could use the plunder on Sans without the Player knowing, this would let them take away his Gaster Blasters, if a Monster or someone like Flowey has a special ability that has a Reset or Gaster Blasters, then Frisk could use the Plunder to take those abilities away and use those abilities themself.

Gaster could of used magic to block Frisk from using the Plunder after they had used it on Flowey to take away their Reset.

Gaster is likely in the void that is in the dark world, and it connected to both the Undertale World and Deltarune World, and he could see what is going on in both worlds, and before the Player ends up playing Undertale, he watches Frisk using the Plunder ability on Flowey and taking away the Reset.

if the void and dark world are one in the same, and if there are ways to leave by the form of the fountains, Gaster might not be able to leave because he lost some parts of himself, and he would need a vessel in order to fully leave.

and that vessel could surprisingly be Kris, and when “Kris” is pulling out the Proxy-Soul of the Player, it is really Gaster doing this so he can open up more fountains for his own motives that might not be fully known by the Player but the Players who play Deltarune and had played Undertale, could make some guesses and theories as to why Gaster is using Kris as his vessel and making them open up the fountains and making portals to the different dark worlds.

we just have to wait and see who or what is taking over Kris during the night and pulling the Proxy-Soul out of them.

Kris might not even know that Gaster is the one pulling the Proxy-Soul out, and when it does happen, Kris’s half-soul ends up going to a hibernation type stasis.

Kris only knows about the Player, and doesn’t know there is another entity inside them and causes them to pull out the Proxy-Soul so the entity that is possibly Gaster, can use Kris’s body to open up the fountains to the different dark worlds, or different lands in the different parts of the dark world.

if Gaster has been trapped in a temporal rift, and then fell into the void/dark world, he wouldn’t be able to leave and if he did try to leave to the deltarune world, he might appear as a shadow like phantom and the sun might end up hurting him, because his “body” is nothing but darkness and only appears like a “shadow” but unlike a normal shadow, Gaster’s form can be hurt by sunlight.

that might be one of the reasons he needs Kris, and he can only get full control of them during the night time, which also let’s him pull the Player’s Proxy-Soul out and even make Kris create the fountains in different parts of the Hometown.

if that turns out to be true, then that would be a pretty big plot twist.

along with the whole Gaster falling into a Temporal Rift first before finally falling into the void, that would also be the dark world.                                                                                                                                           

[help-im-a-gay-fish]

Brightly Shone The Moon That Night. A Dark-Cream Christmas story.

The following is a slice of life story about my Dark-Cream family at Christmas. It exists in a universe different to @zu-is-here​ cannon. In this universe positive emotions are not fatal to Shattered so Cross and Dream didn't rush to break the curse. It splits off around 'things will never be the same' or 'the price of happiness'. The twins were created before the last 3 chapters of Dark-Cream were drawn. Any changes to the story or changes to the characters should be accepted as being part of an alternative timeline. Thank you. Enjoy. Original cross and dream belong to jakei95 and joku blog. Original shattered dream belongs to @galacii. This design for shattered is based off the one by @zu-is-here and the Dark-Cream story is also by @zu-is-here​. Most of the Story will be under the cut.

"isn't this a bit much?" the gloopy one said, as his partner wrapped a scarf around his neck.

"nope" the former guard replied "can't have you getting frost bite my love"

Dream simply rolled his eyes. "but I can't really get cold? Or even hot for that matter"

"what are you talking about? you're always hot" Cross replied with a sly smile. This earned a confused look from the smaller skeleton, as Cross carefully tied the scarf and gently folded it under Shattered's jacket. Though it became clear to Cross that Dream had twigged what he'd meant a moment later, evident by the creeping gold blush spreading across his face.

The golden guardian playful punched Cross in the shoulder. "Shush you, keep in clean in front of the little ones"

At that Cross couldn't help but smile and turn his head to his two daughters. The two were in their cot, all dressed in snuggly winter clothes, waiting for their Dad's to be done getting ready. Celest was dressed in a cosy jumper with a little bobble hat, while Luna wore a full bodied coat. Their consistent look of confusion and wonder changed into toothless smiles when their dad looked at them. (idk how teething works for skeletons..... Teeth magically form or something......also tbh they should start teething soon) it warmed Cross' soul.

His attention was drawn back to dream by the sound of metal being placed down on wood. He looked to him, seeing that he'd removed his crown band and set down on the bedside table. Dream then sighed and sagged his shoulders. "it.... It feels wrong not having something on my head"

Cross chuckled.

The 4 of them where taking a trip out today. This was something both Dream and Cross had agreed was a good idea.

Cross' eye lights travelled back to the little ones. They seemed so innocent right now, as if recent events hadn't happened. As if the last two weeks hadn't been difficult to get through.

Celest's code had been burning her a lot, to the point where she'd screamed when either of them had tried to hold her, or even touch her. As for Luna, her throat had become clogged with more gloop then ever before. So much Shattered had to use a tentacle to pull some of it out. She had surely been 5 seconds from suffocating.

It had been a fortnight of sleepless nights, screaming babies and a large amount of arguing. The stress of the situation had pushed them very far apart. Many things had been said, old wounds jabbed at, tears shed. But after a lot of long talks they had sorted out each fight. They were a lot stronger then some petty arguments. There was no room in their relationship for emotional strain......not anymore. The two loved each other, it had just been a difficult time.

In recent days, the twins seemed to have recovered to a stable state. Back to the laughing, smiling, Cow lovers. Cross never thought he'd be so happy that they'd started playing with their cow collection again.

After a long talk with his finance, the two concluded that they'd all been stuck in the void space for way to long. Even with the few rooms and furniture, it's not like there was much to do there and a serious cabin fever had developed. So while the twins were in a good place, they had to take the opportunity to spend some time together as a family.

Cross once again looked back at his partner. Only to need to do a double take. Dream was wearing a hat now. A festive white one with golden stripes running across it. It was reminiscent of a classic Santa hat, other then the colours. The fabric had black stains in several places due to where Dream had touched it. Though despite that Cross recognised it all to well. To his dismay, he felt his face slowly get warm. Their first kiss.

He could remember it clearly in his mind, the mistletoe, the hotel, Gaster sniggering in the corner. But mostly, Dream. The sweet, positive skeleton from back then was very different to the one who stood before him now. But he wouldn't have it any other way.

Remembering that day caused his blush to darken. It had truly been one of the most embarrassing, but best days of his life. Though a part of him wondered how Dream still had the hat. After everything, the hat had been saved.

"you've still got that hat?" he said, in a half teasing tone.

Shattered smirked at Cross' flushed face "of course, so many good memories".

A stream of positivity ran through him and with it, it brought a sudden, but expected twinge in his soul. It was a sharp pain, like a knife being slowly pressed in. Dream tried to ignore it but he visually flinched causing Cross to come over.

"positivity again Dreamboat?" he questioned.

Dream nodded "it's alright, I'm used to it" The guardian sensed some sadness from Cross, even if he kept a natural face.

"I'm OK Crossy, promise!"

Cross sighed and gently kissed Shattered's forehead. "if you say so my love"

With that he walked back over to the twins so that he could get their carriers. Dream sighed slightly. It was strange seeing Cross in an outfit different to his guard uniform. So much so that Dream already kind of missed it, not that Cross didn't look handsome is what he was currently wearing.

The last time the family had left the void to go shopping, (which is really a story in itself) they had been stared at from all angles. Every man, women and child. Monster or human, had taken part in watching them. Like animals in a zoo. Cross had insisted that it was the twins they were staring at, since his children were so beautiful that of course people would stare. But in the end both him and Dream knew the real reason.

They were staring at them.

He couldn't really blame them though, how often do you come across a monster with heterochromia wearing what was best described as fancy dress, accompanied by a slime covered skeleton in heels and a crown? Many things had changed since the apple incident, but people staring as he passed had not.

Today they both wanted a peaceful day with their babies, so they had opted to wear more normal clothes. Cross had traded his normal cape and jacket for a puffy white winter coat which he wore a red jumper under. Dream had opted for something similar, though a deep brown colour as to not show the stains so much. It felt odd being in a new outfit, but also very nice. There was only so long someone could take being in tight trousers and shirts with big collars.

The former guard straightened up, clutching a harness in his hands.

"these were definitely a good buy" he said, as he walked back to Dream.

Dream raised an eyebrow "did you really 'Buy' them Cross?" he said is a inquisitive tone.

Cross' body tensed and his partner gave him an sharp stare. Even without his emotion sensing ability, Dream could read Cross like a book.

"uhhhhhhh.......yes?"

"sure" Dream replyed, with slight amusement in his voice.

A nervous chuckle came from Cross. "look they were a good thing to get ok?....... Very helpful for the little ones"

Dream gave him an unsure nod. He still wasn't exactly well versed in child care, so he wasn't really sure what these harnesses where even for yet. Since he figured that the answer was probably obvious, he didn't ask.

"want me to help you get it on?" Cross asked, raising an eyebrow. Shattered wasn't the only one who could easily read his partner.

Shattered said nothing but nodded. His golden blush reappeared when Cross started to run his hands across and around his body to get the harness into place. His soul gave a tiny learch for a moment, but not one of pain.

He knew there was a part of him that wanted Cross to touch his soul again, It had been such a close experience for them both and had brought about a lot of pleasurable feelings. It was truly something he wanted to experience again. A feeling he almost craved. But he knew all to well, as his eye sockets fixed onto the cot to his right, that the potential consequences made it impossible. He was just going to have to live with these unmet desires. Just as he was sure that Cross lived with similar ones.

"there all done"

Dream jumped. Snapped out of his thoughts by his future husband's voice.

Now the harness was all attached. Not too tight, but not too lose. He could see that he now had a pocket on his chest which he guessed the baby sat in. Clever. It was kind of like a kangaroo pouch.

Cross strapped a identical carrier around his own chest and walked over to the babies cot to collect his daughters.

Luna smiled wide at the sight of him. The older skeleton matched her smile and slowly picked his child up. Luna giggled and kicked her tiny feet out as he did. Her tentacle flickered around the corners of her mouth as she laughed. Cross could feel his own joy fill him at the sight. But he nullified it for his partner's sake.

Speaking of which, he turned back to Dream.

"you wanna take Celly or Lu Lu?" he asked.

"I'll take Luna" the smaller skeleton replied "since you are already holding her". He held his arms out in an awkward, slightly unsure way.

Cross gave a soft, knowing smile "Its OK Dreamboat, I'll help you get her in the carrier"

Shattered sighed, irritated by his own incompetence and nodded.

With that Cross carefully attempted to slip the wriggling baby into her carrier. Which wasn't easy, as she cheerfully shifted her legs around. In fact Cross had a slightly hard time keeping hold of her.

After much difficulty, Cross managed to feed her legs through the leg holes and sit her safely inside. The whole time, Dream remained mostly still, he didn't want to do anything in case he ended up hurting Luna.

Once she was buckled in, Cross took a slow step back to admire his handy work. Luna bounced excitedly in her carrier and her Papa looked almost comically uncomfortable by all her movement.

"do you want me to take her Day Dream?" Cross said, upon noticing Dreams unease around the wiggling baby. Dream shook his head "no, its fine" he replied as he relaxed his shoulders. "you get Celest and we can go"

Cross gave a nod and turned back to the cot. As he went to pick up his slightly younger daughter, he noticed that she had in fact fallen asleep. Cross sighed - not again....

For most parents, the time when the children slept was a time of bliss, and after a fortnight of little sleep, Cross almost agreed. But his child had a habit of falling asleep suddenly and for long periods. Dream had told him that when this happened her energy levels were low, showing that her body couldn't regulate itself fully.

With another sigh, Cross carefully picked up the sleeping baby and slipped her into the carrier. It was very hard to wake her when she was like this, but he was still extra careful. Not waking a sleeping baby was basically a universal law, though he would have to if she was asleep to long. After double checking that she was safely inside and her head was supported, he walked back over to Dream.

"any particular preference for an au Dream boat?" he asked

Shaking his head, Dream replied "Not really, just try and get a pacifist timeline"

With a nod, Cross extended his arm. There was a spark of magic at his figure tips and his knife materialised. He dragged it through the air in a fluid motion, as he did it split the air as if it where a piece of cloth. It was a causal splitting of space and time. Simple.

Luna watched her dad with a look of wonder. Her silver eyes where wide and bright.

"gahhhhh daaaaag" she cooed and reached for him.

Cross glanced back at her with a smile "just you wait Princess, when you are older I'll teach you how to do this"

These words hung heavily in the air for a moment, as Cross carefully finished opening the portal. The same thing was on both Cross and Dreams minds.

If you get older.

With a sigh and a snap of his fingers, the knife was gone and the portal was open.

"After you" Cross said, stooping into a slight bow and winking at his fiancé.

Dream covered his mouth with his hand and fake giggled. "Oh what a gentleman" he said with a large smile across his face before walking forward and entering the portal.

The first thing that hit Dream as he reached the other side, was a cold crisp breeze. The chill made him feel grateful that he was wearing his boots, even if they were old and an obnoxious shade of yellow.

The breeze blew lightly causing Luna to shiver. There was no wind in there home, so this brought a welcome change to Shattered. He took a deep breath into his non existent lungs.

It was evening. Strange? He figured that their sense of time must have been thrown out a little. They did live in a void after all. However it was a pleasant evening, with sky littered with stars and a full moon.

Shattered allowed himself to bask in the fresh air for a while, as he heard footsteps behind him and the portal close.

"Oh it's good to be outside again" came Cross' voice from behind.

With a nod, Shattered turned around to face his partner. Luna wriggled more in her carrier, looking around at all the new things she'd never seen before.

"someone is excited" Cross said, leaning down and kissing his daughter on the forehead. She giggled and very nearly headbutt him as he did. Chuckling, he pulled away.

The guard looked around "looks like we're in a small town... If I had to guess its the surface"

The two of them started to look around, trying to find something to engage with. It wasn't long before they spotted something.

Both skeletons attention was caught by something in the near distance. A large crowd of people. Among them were people in hats, jumpers and coats, carrying bags and cups of hot drinks. A vast amount of stalls and stands were among them, not to mention fur trees in fancy dress and lights. Hundreds and hundreds of lights.

"a Christmas Market!" Dream said, his voice hinting an excitement "I've never been to one! I forgot that it was this time of the year"

His excitement felt like a balloon filling inside him. Only to be burst when his soul gave a sting inside his ribs.

But Dream couldn't help but feel a little happy, this was such a good thing to come across, perfect for their trip out.

Cross tilted his head "how do you know what Christmas is my love? It's more of a human custom".

"well that's easy" Dream said, a slight smugness in his voice at the fact he seemed more knowledgeable then Cross about something.

"Christmas is a time where positive emotions take hold, even in the darkest of times, positively rules here"

He eye lit up slightly as he spoke. Even if Dream was corrupted, and technically not the positivity guardian anymore, he was still happy to talk about it. It reminded him of easier times.

"as the former positively guardian it was only natural for me to learn about the festival...." his voice turned somba for a moment "Heaven taught me...... remember?"

There was another heaviness in the air at those words. A unspoken guilt and regret and then a thought. Dream now possessed the very power that had killed him.....

The gloopy one sighed and straightened the baby carrier. Luna gurgled as he did so.

"he would have loved to meet these two wouldn't he" he spoke, his voice twisting in its somba state.

"yeah... But it's ok" the guard replied, taking Dreams hand.

"in a way, he is here" he said in a soft tone, running his finger across Dreams ring. A smile ran across his face before he realised Shattered's hand.

After a short moment of silence they were disturbed by a soft noise. Celest had woken from her sleep. She wriggled and shifted against Cross' chest, her tiny voice gurgling.

"Nice of you to join the party Sweet pea" Cross said, upon noticing.

"we should probably get going, before she falls asleep again" Dream stated in reply. Cross nodded.

The family started to walk together towards the market. As they approached the air was filled with the smell of food and the sound of cheesy pop songs. The emotions of the people around them where starting to fill in.

The first thing that Dream felt was a lot of emotion around him. He was going to need to take a moment to get used to it. From what he could feel it was primarily positive, but then he felt something else.

To his right he felt anger and frustration. That wasn't the kind of thing that he expected this time of year, so he turned his head slightly. There was a human and a monster stood in the huddle.

He caught a few words of what they were saying.

"typical every year you leave gift buying to the last minute" said one.

"it's not completely last minute" said the other.

"it's the 23rd! How is that not last-" and then he was out of ear shot.

"23rd?" Shattered said to himself "huh.... It was my birthday 2 days ago". He counted on his fingers for a moment, trying to figure out how old that made him.

"it was!? Oh my goodness that's right!" came a voice from his side. It was slight panic from Cross. Uh oh.

Dream waved his hands in a jazz hand fashion "woah woah woah, before you go flying off the handle, we both didn't realise-

"I'm so sorry my love!"

Shattered groaned. Here we go.

"I can't believe I forgot! I'll make it up to yo-

Dream cut Cross off with a peak on the teeth. Cross jumped and his face flushed.

"......... Cross, I'm going to have hundreds more birthdays... Its OK if we skip one" the guardian whispered before nuzzling his gloopy face against him. "presides.... We had more important things to worry about"

As if on que both twins cooed.

A little smile creeped on to Cross' face. Dream mirrored it.

"now let's stop standing here go to the market" he held his hand out "it's waiting for us".

With a soft smile, Cross took his hand and they started walking again. It wasn't long before they finally reached the market.

The market was busy.

Both humans and monsters were walking around, talking happily. Children of all ages were rushing around with chocolates in their hands and candy canes in their mouths. Positive emotions were swirling like the snow in the wind. A warm blend of joy, song and family.

The smells of cakes and and pies were everywhere. Hot wine, ginger, cinnamon, dried fruit and nuts. Coffee, chutney, jams and cheeses.

For Dream it was like being spun in a giant bath of spice. The smells did not help his developing headache. There where positive emotions everywhere, every angle.

He let go of his partner's hand and stumbled slightly. The emotions were threatening to make him collapse as they came at all sides. Being in a void space for so long meant he'd gotten used to only Cross' emotions being around. But now there must have been 100 people at lest.

With the surrounding area becoming a blur, the sky and ground became one and he felt something hit his back and press it.

After a moment of silence he could hear the sound of a baby crying from off in the distance. Someone was calling his name but he could hardly hear it as the crying baby got closer. But eventually both got clearer.

"Dream! Dream are you OK!? Can you hear me?"

It was Cross.

"C.... Cross?" he said, looking for his partner's face. He eventually found it, hovering above him.

"why....." he said reaching his heavy arm up "why are you flying?"

The former guard gave him a confused expression. A moment later, Dream realised that the pressure on his back was in fact the floor and he was laying on it.

"you collapsed" said Cross with a pained expression. Cross' worry and stress washed over Dream and snapped him back to reality. The crying baby was very close. In fact it was coming from his chest.

Dream pushed himself onto his elbows and looked down. Luna was crying and wriggling in her carrier.

"oh.... OH!" Shattered said as a sudden and huge instinct hit him. Something he'd not really felt up till this point. Caring not about his state, he pulled her out of the carrier and rocked her in his arms.

"shhhh shhh it's ok, I'm sorry sweetheart, are you hurt?"

If Dream hadn't just collapsed, Cross would have felt happy at the sight of him comforting Luna. The tiny skeleton quieted down, but her non-existent lip was still trembling. Shattered inspected her, happy not to find any marks that would indicate she'd been hurt by the fall. Probably just scared.

"what happened my love?" came Cross' voice again.

"emotions" Dream bluntly responded, before attempting to get to his feet. He hadn't gotten far when he felt his partners hands grip his and help him pull up. He'd barely just gotten to his feet when things started to blur again and his head started to once again throb.

He fell forward slightly into Cross' chest, the guard put his arms around him to support him and keep him steady. He had to be careful to make sure the babies didn't get squished.

Cross' fiancé give out a low, pained groan and Luna give a wine of discomfort.

"Keep hold of her Dreamboat, I'll find somewhere where you can sit down" he softly said, looking around to find a seat. Luckily he spotted a park bench not to far from them.

Cross slowly and gently guided Dream backwards until Dream's legs brushed against the bench and he was able to slowly sit down. He sank his weight against the wooden frame, his limbs felt heavy and his head felt horrible. After a short time he started to adjust. Feeling himself coming back into reality, Shattered adjusted his hold on Luna to make sure he didn't drop her. Cross kneeled in front of them both.

"we can always go home if it's to much for you"

Immediately Dream shock his head, which he regretted a second later as the dizziness ramped.

"no Crossy, we both agreed we needed some time out of the void. ...im sorry that I'm ruining it"

The tall skeleton lightly gripped Dreams shoulders and looked him dead in the eyes.

"you are not ruining anything"

He kissed the bridge of Dreams nose.

"you have made everything in my life better, don't forget that"

A smile ghosted Shattered's face at those words.

"you know.... You're blind, unconditional love for me is really cheesy" he said, his smile turning into a smirk.

"I do try"

The couple shared a laugh and Dream felt himself feel a bit better. He didn't feel great though. The emotions around him where still dizzying.

Behind Cross he could see the market. It truly did look like fun and he felt bad that he'd soured the mood. He continued to rock Luna and she turned around in his arms to burry her face into his chest.

"you should....." Shattered paused as another wave of dizziness hit him "You should go ahead of me, I'll catch up"

"Absolutely not" Cross stated firmly "I will not leave you, I refuse"

"Cross" Dream said in an equally as firmly manner "I can look after myself for 10 minutes, it will be fine..... I want you to go have some fun"

The guard's expression softened and he stood up again, running his hand across the back of his skull unsurely as he did. "I.... I don't know"

Dream rested Luna in his lap and reached his hands out, Cross took them.

"Cross, I want you to go ahead, I'll join you soon, I promise"

Letting go of Dreams hands, Cross sighed. "Alright..... But I'll come back in 15 minutes, if you are still here then we are going home"

Dream nodded slowly "Deal"

After a few more unsure moments Cross started to back away from Dream. He went slowly in order to give Dream time to tell him to stop. After he didn't, Cross turned and walked in the direction of the market.

As Shattered watched Cross walk into the market, he felt his daughter start to fuss in his arms. His golden eye travelled down to her again. She looked a bit confused or upset. Her emotions weren't developed enough to be easily readable by Shattered. But from what he could sense she was distressed by her dad walking away.

He looked back at Cross again, as the guard inspected what seemed to be a stand of various pastries and cakes. There was a sad, yet nostalgic smile on his face.

Shattered watched as he exchanged some words with the vendor and took Celest's little hand and waved it. Clearly he was introducing them. The vendor seemed to coo at the baby a little and Cross straightened up proudly. Probably bragging about something cute Celest had done recently.

After a few more words he put some coins on the counter and was handed a paper bag, containing what Dream had to assume was a pastry of some kind. He waved good bye to the vendor and started to walk away.

As he did, he took his food item out of its bag and went to take a bite. He locked eyes with Dream mid-bite and gave him a slight deer in the headlights look. After finishing taking his bite, he smiled and waved to his lover. Dream waved back.

It was clear from Cross' expression that whatever he was eating was very tasty and it caused Dream to wonder how much food Cross was going to buy tonight.

Luna fussed again as her father and sister got further away.

Luna and Celest had been almost inseparable since day one, Shattered was still a little unnerved by it. They were always most comfortable when together. Knowing this, Dream told himself that Luna was fussing because she was parted from her sister. But another thought came to him.

What if she was sad about Cross leaving?

It was a stupid thing to think, both babies had been apart from Cross before and not responded this way. Yet the thought wouldn't leave him. It was the kind of thought that bounces around your head and burrows into you the moment you try to forget it.

The first time he left them with me for an extended period of time, I'd tried to....

A chill ran over him followed by a long twang of guilt, which caused him to tighten his grip on his daughter. Cross still didn't know about that night and he wasn't sure he could ever tell him. What was wrong with him? He acted like he cherished them these days (or at lest most days), but how could he when he'd thought of doing such a thing? When all he'd felt upon seeing them for the first time was nothing. His eyes stung and threatened to start crying. In that moment he felt tempted to call Cross back and have him wrap his arms around him. But he couldn't. Not while Cross didn't know.

"I'm sorry that I'm not the best parent to you Mi hija"

The words left his mouth as barely even a whisper. They sounded if he'd not been aware he said them. As if he'd not fully intend to say them out loud. His throat was dry and his soul was burning and twisting.

Cross says you are getting better.

One part of him said

But who's to say they will live to see you be better?

He answered to himself.

He felt the fabric of his jacket get tugged slightly. This drew his attention back to Luna.

She had turned in his arms slightly and was looking up at him with wide eyes. If Shattered hadn't known better, he'd have thought he could sense her worrying. Her tiny fist was curled in the fabric of his coat.

"paaaaaa gaa?"

Dream sighed.

"I get a lot of things wrong..... And I'm going to keep getting things wrong, I might be wrong most of the time"

The former guardian continued to speak in a near whisper, his finger stroking the tiny creature's cheek.

"but I'm going to get some things right as well...... And I'll make a deal with you"

Luna's face scrunched up a little. It was almost amusing to see, as if she was thinking really hard.

"if you and your sister keep on fighting, I'll keep on trying" Luna turned her face into his hand and chewed his glove.

"if you stick around long enough, you'll see a day when I get things right most of the time.... You want to see that right?"

"maaaaaa"

"deal?"

"gahhh gahh"

Dream laughed slightly "I'll take that as a yes"

He looked away from her again. Cross had completely disappeared from his view now, probably off stuffing chocolates. Since Dream wasn't someone who needed to eat, he didn't fully understand, but the sweet and warm smells in the air were very pleasant. He'd not eaten a thing for at least two and a half years, maybe he could try a little something. Carefully he slipped the tiny skeleton back into her carrier and fastened her in.

"Should we go check out the market mi pequeña estrella?" he asked, finally getting back to his feet. His daughter gave a gurgle of approval.

"then let's go shall we"

The atmosphere of the market was all together jolly. As he walked into the heart of it, his head throbbed again, but he didn't feel dizzy. He'd adjust to it fully soon.

Despite what he would want to admit, he felt a very slight anxiety without Cross by his side. He was in no way dependent on Cross, but he was so used to having him near, it was strange to have him absent. To not be able to feel his energy or be able to hold his hand.

No Dream! He thought. Don't be such a baby.

He patted his daughters head with his hand absentmindedly, feeling the fabric of her bow slip down slightly as he did. She giggled and a smile creeped onto Dreams face as she did.

A stand caught his eye. It was a stall of what seemed to be jewellery. As many of the stalls were, it was adorned with colourful lights and decorations of all shapes. Though this one in particular stood out to him. He wasn't sure why, but he decided to approach it.

The monster running the stand stiffened as he approached, but he paid it no mind. He could see the jewellery much closer now. Each piece seemed unique and hand made. There were bracelets, earrings, rings and necklaces, shimmering in all different colours. He greatly enjoyed looking over each individual piece, until his eye socket landed on one.

It was a necklace. Gold, set with a blueish purple stone. There was a small crescent charm on the chain as well. Dream stared at it and knitted his eyebrows. For a moment he wasn't sure why it caught his eye. But as he moved his hand up and traced his thumb across the stone, he realised. He then retracted his hand is if he'd been shocked. He stepped back and folded his hands together, but his sight remained locked on it.

Where are you? Are you even still alive?

A long sigh left his mouth as he forced himself to think of something else. But as he turned to walk away, he glanced at it again. It was almost like he couldn't bare to leave it.

I'm being silly, I'm a man, why would I need a necklace anyway?

With that, he tore his eyes away and proceeded to the next stand. As before the monster running it tensed slightly.

This vendor was selling what seemed to be plastic toys and figures. These weren't home made and seemed to be just the same old toys you could buy anywhere. There was doll house items, human figures and animals. He was so busy looking over the collection, that he didn't notice as his daughter reached for her favourite animal. He was only alerted to what she was doing by a slobbery squish sound.

She had suck the head of the toy into her mouth and was chewing on it.

"Luna no!" Shattered said "I don't want to have to buy that"

Carefully his pulled the plastic cow from his daughters mouth. A thin trail of a mix between gloop and saliva followed it. He had no idea how one baby could produce so much spit so fast. He wiped some off on his coat, but it didn't come close to cleaning it. Yeah....... he was going to have to buy it. He had a small purse of gold coins that Cross had given him. He hadn't asked where Cross had gotten the coins, it was probably best not to.

As he handed it to the seller and asked for the price, the slimy coating ran onto his fingers. Yuck. Not that he could really talk though, he was almost completely covered in something worse.

Dream expected to feel anger or disgust come from the stall owner. But instead he could only sense fear. His eye locked with the eyes of the monster behind the counter. It didn't take long for him to realise. Cross might have treated him like he was the most beautiful and sweet skeleton in the multiverse, but that didn't stop his appearance from being...... Striking at best.

He grimaced and handed the monster the money he owed and took back the toy.

"have a nice evening" he said, trying to sound friendly.

"y-you too sir.... Merry Christmas"

He turned away from the stall and walked back into the market. After inspecting the toy to make sure there was nothing small that she could choke on he handed it back to Luna. She happy put it back in her mouth, flicking his hand with her mouth tentacle as she did.

Shattered felt a burst of joy from his daughter, which made him light headed for a moment. After collecting his bearings he smiled.

"Adorable idiot" he said leaning over and kissing the top of her head. "now let's go find Daddy shall we?"

It wasn't a market that was too large, just a fair amount of stalls and stands and a handful of people. There was no doubt that he and Cross stood out, so it shouldn't be to hard to find his partner.

If I where cross.... Where would I go?

The answer came to his mind not even a second after asking it.

Chocolate...

As he'd noted before, there was a vast amount of edibles all around him. Mostly foods of the sweet variety, commonly fruity cakes and pies. But it wasn't long till he saw what he wanted. Out of the corner of his eye socket, he spotted what he was looking for. Just as he'd expected, chocolate.

Humans and normal monsters, seemed to be fascinated in forming chocolate into many different shapes. Animals, people, stars and bells. Shattered supposed that they got more pleasure consuming the sweet substance when it involved biting the head off of a defenceless reindeer, or mutilating a Santa or two.

He approached the stall of chocolate items. It was a pleasant smell, reminding him strongly of Cross' coat. There was no doubt the guard would have come here. He just had to find him.

Meanwhile, as Shattered looked for him, his mate was busy in a hearty conversation with his daughter.

The guard slipped a snowflake shaped chocolate into his mouth, having finished off the pastry long ago.

"now what should be get for Papa as a late birthday present hmm?" he asked Celest as she blew a spit bubble. "Something simple, you know he doesn't like flashy things"

Celest continued to blow a spit bubble and watched it as it expanded. "why is it that he must be so difficult to shop for....

His voice trailed off as he continued to ponder the question. What to get someone who didn't like material things. Other then his scarf, his ring and his crown, Dream never held onto things. Maybe he could get him a new accessory, like a new piece of jewellery or something. He continued to think and slipped another chocolate into his mouth. As he did this, without him noticing, the tiny skeleton had popped the spit bubble and was now reaching for the candy cane sticking out of his shopping bag full of goodies. She grabbed it and without hesitation, plunged the bright stripped stick into her mouth without a care.

After not even a second her face screwed up and she recoiled. She let out a wine of regret and disgust, which alerted Cross that she was distressed.

"No sweetie , that's pepper mint" the guard sighed, plucking the now sticky candy from his daughters hands. He put it on the counter of the stand they were stood next to. A stall selling Christmas fauna such as Holly, pinecones and mistletoe.

As he set the candy down, he saw daughters face still looked unhappy. "that must have tasted horrible" he said, dabbing the spit from around her mouth with his sleeve.

"we'll get you some nice warm milk when we get home ok?" he said in a baby voice, bouncing her slightly to try and cheer her up. It worked and she giggled. Cross sighed in relief, crisis averted.

He thought back to his question about presents. About Dream. It had been a little while since he'd left him. It would probably be a good idea to go back.

"Now if you are done sampling my treat bag Celly, maybe we should go check on-

"hey" came a voice from up close to his left. He jumped. After a second he realised he recognised the voice and turned to meet Dreams gaze, some chocolate still on his cheek. He was about to say something about how it was go to see that Dream was feeling better, when Dream spoke.

"wanna prove you aren't just a 20g wager?" the golden guardian said, with a slightly sly smile.

For a moment Cross was confused. Had the emotions caused his partner to go loopy? Before he could ask, Dream pointed his finger upwards. Feeling more confused, Cross glanced up. He could now see that they were in fact stood under a mistletoe. Quite a few actually. The sight of the white berried plant made his cheeks flush. He'd fallen right into Dream's trap. How had he not noticed.

He swallowed what was left of the snowflake the chocolate in his mouth "uhh um.... Uh"

He locked eyes with Dream again, finding that he'd taken a step closer. Taking a gloved hand and cupping Cross' cheek, he said.

"I'll take that as a yes"

With that he gently pulled Cross' face closer, till the gap was closed between them with a soft kiss. Cross' soul fluttered as Dream leaned in more to kiss him stronger. The taste of chocolate in his mouth was soon replaced with the flavour of bitter apple sauce. But he didn't mind it, he much liked apple sauce. Unfortunately the kiss wasn't long lived. The two were forced to separate after feeling their daughters starting to fuss, since they were being pressed between them. Dream stepped back slightly, giving his children room and took a breath of winter air. The euphoria from the kiss surged through him, as it had been a while since they had and therefore felt really good.

In fact, It had been a while since they'd done a lot of things. Including telling Cross that he........... That's something he needed to fix and fix straight away. His eyes locked on Cross.

"Te quiero, mi soldado" Dream said, with his face dusting gold. He looked away and pulled his scarf over his face slightly.

Cross returned his blush and smiled "yo tambien Te quiero, mi sol"

[catgirlkirigiri]

sans essay sans essay sans essay

@hawstar also asked for this so here it is!

To start off I’m going to copy paste a text I sent to my sibling earlier; Sans is so fucking tragic I hate how he became a meme among both the ut fandom and the rest of the Internet because he's such a relatable character (to me at least) that it's scary. Every aspect of him is so clearly carefully thought out with what he knows and the fact that he does and I'm going to cut myself off before I write an essay

And now we aren’t cutting ourself off. Full ramble below the cut. I focus on the aspect of resets and the nihilism they cause for Sans in this post, so warning for that kind of talk.

Sans is a character who, at a glance, is just a lazy comedian. But the further you look, the more there is to him. One important aspect of sans’s demeanor is the fact that he can remember previous timelines. He knows every time you’ve played through the game, and he remembers it. He’s stuck in a timeloop with no hope of freedom. For many players, this means he’ll get a happy ending and be freed of the loop. For even more of them, though… he isn’t so lucky. And these are our focus.

Sans’s laziness comes from a place of existential nihilism. To him, there’s no point in putting forth effort, because it’ll all be reset anyway. When you’ve been put through loop after loop after loop, it’s easy to lose any drive because everything is truly pointless for him. There is quite literally nothing to motivate him. Flowey, the other one who knows of the loops, uses every reset as a playground. Hell, he was in control of the timeline for a long period. He’s played with their fates and done whatever the fuck he’s wanted to with the underground for years while Sans had to watch it all happen, powerless to stop an entity whose death only resets the world.

For someone who doesn’t care, he cares a lot for the people in his life, as is shown frequently. He cares deeply for his brother, which if you somehow missed I’m shocked. He cares about monster kind enough to work as a sentry in the royal guard and enough to be tempted to claim the seventh human soul for them, and he cares about Toriel enough to keep Frisk safe. It can be argued through analyzing his fight dialogue that he cares enough about Gaster to remember him, despite the whole world forgetting, but we aren’t here for a Gaster rant. Yet the one thing he cannot care about is the world. Why is that? It’s simple.

The world goes away. The people in it don’t.

Until they do.

A genocide run tells so much more about Sans than people acknowledge. People would much rather fawn over Megalovania or cry after dying on their 276th attempt through his fight then acknowledge the pain he admits to in his fight dialogue. Sans admits that in this fight he “can’t afford not to care anymore,” acknowledging his lack of motivation in a resettable world, and he explains it here. He tells us that they have seen the anomaly of a reset, seen timelines “jumping left and right, stopping and starting…” The futility of living in such a world and being burdened with knowing of it would fuck with anyone. He can’t even have the comfort of someone else knowing of their personal hell because the only others aware of it are a homicidal flower who has previously had control over the timeline and the silent human that causes these resets.

He tells us that we “can’t understand how this feels,” and he’s right. The things that shaped Sans into the depressed nihilist he is don’t apply to our world. They can only be understood through the lense of someone who’s lived a thousand times, every life restarted because someone else wasn’t satisfied. He doesn’t care to reach the surface because he knows it would just get reset again. He stopped trying to go back because there’s no point. In his own words, nothing matters to him anymore, “cause even if we do... we'll just end up right back here, without any memory of it, right?”

And that’s just focusing on one aspect of him. I could go on about him more if you guys ask again but I’m lazy, so this is all you’re getting today.

[the-river-person]

End of Days

It was growing colder. Snowdin was unlivable now, the weather was no longer a snowstorm, but simply frozen and dark. There were parts of Waterfall that still had water, but it was all still, the falls no longer cascaded from above, having dried up or frozen solid in ice. Closer the chill crept. It had long since taken Home and New Home, Waterfall and the Depths below the Lower City on the Cliffs, and the Snowdin Caverns had been the very first place to fall. Hotland alone was still warm. But the magma had cooled and solidified on the surface of their burning lakes, leaving only what lay deep beneath. It was there the Monsters huddled. The Fire-Monsters at their center, those most susceptible to the cold. The darkness was oppressive, and only the light of these monsters, and their tiny heat, was keeping everything at bay. Keeping the darkness from falling. They’d searched for Sans and for Gaster, but there was no sign of them, they were gone. They searched every journal and book and file they could find in hopes of finding anything that could call the Ship back or open another Rift to the Void, but they found nothing that would help them. A day went by, exactly as it always had. And then another. And another after that. But the days were numbered. Three weeks before a Reset. And the first had been nearly over. Sixteen days. Sixteen days was all they had left. Fifteen days. Fourteen. Thirteen. Twelve. Asgore spoke to the crowd outside the castle in New Home, telling them of the strange pall of darkness that always fell if they waited too long after the three weeks to Reset. No stars, no water, not even the garbage that fell endlessly from the falls, piling up into the Dump. It all just... stopped. And from what he could tell, the outside was cold. If one stood near the barrier, just as the time limit ran out on Tripplenight, when everyone was celebrating and holding feasts and parties, one could see glittering frost coating the rock outside, lit only by the barrier’s light. Eleven days. Toriel suggested a night to spend reading and playing and telling jokes. Everyone came. But they couldn’t bring themselves to tell any jokes, or read anything, or play. The Queen tried to read some old Monster Tales to them, but she could hardly get through the story where the Destined Heroes of Light fall into a Kingdom of Darkness and meet a lonely Prince of the Dark. And when she reached the part where the Hero tore out his very soul in despair and rage, she broke off, unable to continue. Ten Days. Nine days. Eight Days. The Core was unfixable. Alphys had everything she could ask for, the willing help of any Monster she could possibly turn to. But the explosion that resulted from its meltdown had been so hot that it melted much of the machinery and blasted other sections to fragments of metal. She was unable even to figure out why it had reacted so violently in the first place. It had been maintained until the last moment, when the engineers had headed out to evacuate. It should have been fine. What did it matter? Should have been, would have been, could have been. They couldn’t fix it, so how it got destroyed didn’t matter. Seven Days. Six Days. Five Days. Tempers running high, Undyne destroyed her own house, leaving it flaming and stuck with spears. She said she couldn’t stand being alone there. She and Alphys have taken to wandering Waterfall, speaking in low tones and sharing kisses in the soft blue light of the waters and echo flowers. Four Days. Snowdrake, Lesser Dog, and Heats Flamesman had a breakdown. Asgore found them at the Barrier in New Home, beating on the magical wall with their firsts, bodies, wings, and claws. They screamed and screamed, calling out for someone to hear them. For someone to come. They didn’t want to go with Asgore, didn’t want to go. They wanted to someone to come. Anyone. Just let them out. But nobody came. Three days. Gerson had woken a little during the evacuations, sensing that something had changed. In the terror of the moment he’d woken all the way. Now he was sinking back into despair, becoming harder and harder to speak to, to wake, to communicate with at all. Two days. Monsters want to know what will happen to them. Want to know if help is coming. If someone is coming. If they can call someone to come save them. The ship, Sans, Gaster, anyone. No one can answer their questions. Asgore and Toriel look grim, and Alphys is pale. Never had any seen Undyne cry, tears running silently down her face, her expression never wavering, her stoic stance as strong as ever. Only Gerson could really remember the last time he’d seen tears from her, and that had been when she was very small. One day. Dread. The waiting is the worst thing. Knowing you cannot prevent what is coming, and you are afraid. Mettaton had tried desperately to bring some last bit of laughter to them, but the robotic body is running out of power, and without being able to charge, since the Core was the source of the Underground’s power, they had to shut down to preserve power. Only the sad ghost was left behind, and it seemed that all the others had gone, managing to get aboard the ship. The stars are gone. The light is gone. The warmth is gone. And only the darkness remains. The darkness and the cold. Still they pushed on, refusing to give in so easily, though many were close to Falling Down. Water was stored from the river until it froze over, there was no sign of the River Person or their ferry, the Monster must have escaped into the Ship on time, though nobody could recall having seen them waiting in line, or ever having left their ferry for that matter. Days went by, at least they were almost certain it was days and not weeks or hours. The only change was that the darkness got deeper and deeper, and the cold grew and spread. When Waterfall froze over completely the light from the Echo Flowers faded, their last whispers nearly one with the silence, unheard by any living being. “But nobody came.” ... ... ... It was the End. They could hardly keep the Fire-Monsters alive, burning themselves as they pressed closer and closer together around them, staying warm and keeping in the warmth as much as they could. Any food they had left had run out, monster food, human food, it was all gone. Even the water in their storage containers was in danger of freezing over. The Underground was silent. Waiting. “It was...” said Asgore, hesitating, his voice quiet and his expression unbearably sad. “It was so nice knowing all of you. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you from this fate. I failed.” Toriel embraced him, and the sight stirred what little of the light and love that was still in the hearts of the Monsters who watched them. “No! No! You have not failed!” they cried. “You did everything you could. You did more than we could have ever asked!” Mettaton turned his body back on, to use the remaining few hours of power as best he could, rushing to and fro, finding wood from houses and fences that could be burned. Seeking out forgotten bits of food that could be shared. Each moment was borrowed, but it was another moment. Crystal, Snowdrake’s mother, was snuggled up to her husband. Toriel had asked if she was alright, but the kindly monster had said that her Snowy had made it aboard just in time, pulled up by Papyrus himself in the last few moments. As long as he was safe and away from here, then she could be happy even in the face of death. As the last of their lights flickered out, leaving only the fire-monsters to light the caverns, Crystal turned to the monster she’d lived in the same town as for years and years. “Grillby,” she called out. He looked at her, waiting. The bar owner had never been much for speaking. “Do you remember when we were in year seven of secondary school? When old Maggie insisted that everyone in her classroom had to try out for Choir in order to get a grade?” Grillby nodded, looking slightly annoyed by the memory. Old Maggie hadn’t been the best at teaching, and while everyone had cared for her, they were all very relieved when she had finally retired. “I remember you didn’t want to, because you didn’t want to sing. But she made you and you got upon on the stage and looked so frightened. Nobody had ever even heard you talk before, so we didn’t know if you could sing or not. But when you did...” she paused, a light smile on her face as she remembered. “You sang like the Angel themselves. Couldn’t you sing like that again for us now? As a favor to an old friend?” A smile flickered upon Grillby’s face, hidden deep among the flames, and he nodded indulgently. Silence fell over the monsters as he stood tall and prepared himself. Only a very few had ever heard him speak at all, and when he did it was brief and to the point. What could his voice be like? The first words startled them. In a voice that rose in volume and soared through the dark empty caverns like a light he sang the first words of a familiar song. “Ebbot’s Angel hear our prayer. Are you out there somewhere? Often we have called your name, but then nobody came.” The song itself was a grim one, with all the sorrow of those first years of being trapped Underground woven into the lyrics and tune. But it was a song that everyone knew. From youngest to oldest, each Monster learned it while they were still small. Taught by parents, friends, siblings. It was a song of games played in the snow and on sidewalks, it was a song whistled by old Gerson whenever he was doing spring cleaning in his shop, it was the song Undyne had first learned to play on the piano, it was the song of the music box for the Waterfall puzzle she’d made and left near the old memorial statue, it was the song with a million covers on the Undernet by a thousand aspiring musicians who started out with a song they were most comfortable singing, it was a song that Asgore had hummed while gardening, and Toriel had sung wordlessly while baking. One by one they joined him in singing, each voice adding something indefinable yet vital to their choir. Those Monsters who could not speak simply hummed the tune, and those who could not even do that made noises in accompaniment to the tune as best they could. It was called “The Angel’s Prayer” by many, or “His Theme” by those who remember it being played by a little Music Box at the baby Prince’s first introduction to the Kingdom. He’d been upset to be at the center of so much attention and had even cried before the Captain of the Guard, old Gerson himself, had presented him with a tiny music box he’d made that played the tune. Asriel had been enchanted; cooing and gurgling happy at the music as he tried to reach for the box. But the song’s true name was written down in the oldest books, on nearly faded music sheets, and in the Histories of the Underground. It had been named “Memory”. “On the slopes we fought our war; lost all we’d known before. Humans, Monsters; who to blame? The end is all the same.” A light blossomed in the distance, over the massive stalagmites that made the border between Hotland and Waterfall. A blue light, very faint, but undeniably there. Echo Flowers. The Echo Flowers were singing with them, echoing their song so that it reverberated off the walls of the cavern and back to them again and again. “Long ago we walked with you, ‘Neath stars of many hues. You promised us you would return, and for that day we yearn.” And softly another melody was weaving its way into their song, even as Grillby sang out high, another voice was singing along with him, wordless, and a different song, but it harmonized so easily that they almost didn’t notice its presence at all. When she recognized it for what it was, Toriel stopped singing, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. She knew this tune as well. In fact, she had written it. Years and years ago for her children. For Asriel of course, but also for Chara. “Once Upon a Time”, that was its name, because she had written it as a lullaby to use after telling them a bedtime story. But where was a it coming from? She looked around, trying to see its source in the darkness. “Soon the darkness will draw near, and all light disappear. Is that when you’ll come once more? Just like you did before?” They all stopped singing as another light appeared from the shadows, and though they stopped short, the song continued without them. With their own voices the Echo Flowers continued on, repeating endlessly the grim words with a hopeful melody. And the light before them was from a Door. It stood alone in the dark, tethered to nothing at all. On either side rose stone pillars, and above the door mantel was carved the Deltarune. It looked very much like the doors found the palaces of New Home and Home. Very old gateways and posterns meant for special people to pass through, such as the Royal Family or any humans who fell down from above. Yet unlike the purplish stone of Home or the pale white marble of New Home, this was dark and nearly black. How they could see it at all was a mystery, yet it seemed to give off a strange light. And as the Echo Flowers reached the last verse, the Deltarune above the door began to glow. The song Toriel had heard, it was coming from there, from beyond the door. And everything in her longed to go and see what lay there, on the other side. To see who was waiting for her. Perhaps Frisk, or maybe even Chara. And she could wait for the others too, and for Asriel. Oh, he liked to be called Realis now, didn’t he? A soft sigh seemed to come from the door as it creaked slightly open, a fine white mist piling up from behind it until it spilled over into a drifting wave towards them. Like a breath of fresh air. That’s what it felt like. Sunshine warming you after you’ve been inside all day long, and the splash of streams and song of birds. Perhaps its too late for it here, but somehow, somewhere, it is a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming. The perfect weather for a game of catch. ... ... There is a prophecy. The Angel... The One Who Has Seen The Surface... They will return. And the underground will go empty. Only a pale white Void is left behind, like a page in a book that has not yet been written in, or a blank canvas that has not yet been touched with paint, and that too will fade to nothingness. Emptiness remains, no one is left here, except... “YIP!!!” A little white dog barks excitedly. It has several possessions it has considered bringing with it. A sock it liberated recently from its longtime home of the floor, several bone based special attacks that were absolutely delicious, a brick-like cell phone that it used to make wonderful music sometimes, a real live actual bomb, and a salad. But it left its bag at home when the world ended and now it has no choice but to go on without it. Oh well. It barks at the door, which opens slightly, and then rushes through. With a sharp click the door closes. And there is nothing more.

[secret-time-is-here]

An Error’s Journey

Chapter 5

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TW: Talk of death, killing, and cannibalism.

Waking up, he stared at the ceiling for a moment, heavily confused.

What was that dream? Why did he remember all of it? Why was Hearts going by Lust? Why did everything feel so familiar? Were they memories?

Far too many questions, far too early.

Slowly he sat up, reaching for the glasses he knew he had nearby. Looking down he fell asleep in his day clothes, half-heartedly he misses when he could easily wear the same clothes every day, but that’s a price you have to pay for sanity.

He could’ve sworn he was knitting before he fell asleep, and was definitely not tucked in or laid down. Nightmare must’ve come in to check on him at some point.

He pulled the strings from his eyes as he carefully got off his hanging bed. Being mindful to not have it swing too much or else it’ll whack him in the back, and let his magic open up the curtains and grab a change of clothes as he started a shower. Also setting the clothes and his glasses on the counter.

Those dreams were far too detailed. He nearly never had dreams in the first place, let alone that vivid and so many back to back. Hearts doesn’t go by Lust anymore, not after he joined Nightmare.

Hearts had always said that Lust was a name he used to use, one a beloved ex of his repurposed and he was always so hesitant to let go of it, but when he left the Star Council and started a new life apart of Nightmare��s gang, he decided it was time to let go.

Why would he dream of dating Hearts in the first place? He was with Blue, and while they are on opposing sides, they still love each other. Both agree Hearts is safer and happier with Nightmare, and Blue safer and happier with Dream.

He’s happily single thank you very much. Far too many mental instabilities to even think of a relationship at the moment, that wasn’t changing no matter how much Reaper flirted with him.

So what were those dreams? Why did they give him such emotion?

He shook off the thought, for now, changing into his clothes before giving himself a once-over in the mirror.

The reflection of a skeleton with coal bones stared back at him, mismatched eye lights sitting in his sockets and bright blue tear tracks under his eyes. One of his eyelights was plain white, like most Sans’ have, the other was deep blue ringed with a murky yellow.

His neck was bright red for no other reason than to show how much of an error he was inside and out, but he had a dark blue scarf around his neck to hide most of it. His dark red shirt fit him for the first time in centuries, much like his black patchy jacket. Looking down his pants were baggy and long, but overtime staying in Nightmare’s mansion, he grew into them, since he’s no longer staying in a place where time is paused infinitely. Looking at his feet, his toes wiggled on top of his black flip-flops.

He was missing something… looking back at the counter, he grabbed his glasses, then back in the mirror, he saw that handsome bastard he knew so well.

Smirking he grabbed his phone before heading down to the kitchen, most everyone already gathered there, most sitting at the kitchen island, a few at the couches decorating the walls.

“MORning.” He called, voice glitching.

“Good morning, Error.” Nightmare called, “Get some coffee before Killer drinks it all.”

Nightmare was one of the eldest in the Multiverse and had collected a gang of so-called bad sans’ to wreak havoc upon the multiverse, a sort of payback for being outcasted. While Nightmare refused to talk about his past, the gang knew that his goop was not natural, as the dark guardian had confessed once upon a time he didn’t look like a perpetually dripping blob of a skeleton with a single cyan eye.

The odd goop that surrounds Nightmare thankfully doesn’t soak into everything, so he can still wear most clothing without a problem. Even though he doesn’t change from the black hoodie, shorts, and slippers he wears every day.

“I’m not drinking all of it!”

“You’ve had three cups already. You got in the kitchen six minutes ago.”

Killer was one of the several Sans’ Nightmare had collected for his crew and was from a genocide gone horribly wrong, Frisk convincing him to kill everyone. Frisk did this over and over through many resets, and it slowly tore Killer apart. By the time Nightmare found him, he was very much insane, desperate to get rid of the guilt that was eating at him. He had so much negativity, that he had black tears running from his sockets, and his eyelights gone.

Nightmare offered to let him in and help him, and unknowingly, Killer had accepted. Today, Killer’s wearing a long-sleeved black turtleneck and basketball shorts with sneakers and socks, his old tattered hoodie resting around his shoulders. For once, he even has a single eye lit up, a sign that he’s happy.

“Morning, Ru!” Hearts called patting the seat next to him, “How’d ya sleep?”

Hearts was wearing a comfortable knitted sweater that Error had made for him last Giftmas. Since he was no longer plagued by that unbearable heat, he can wear it without discomfort. Alongside that, he’s wearing comfy but thin black sweats along with fluffy socks.

“WEiRd.” Error shrugged, sitting down next to Hearts after stealing some coffee from Killer, “Just sOmE Odd dREams thOugh, hOpEfully, tOnight I wOn’t havE thEm again.”

“Night terrors?” Nightmare questioned

“No… I think thEy might bE mEmORiEs, but it’s hard to say. ThEy wERE cOnfusing thOugh, sO I’m trying nOt tO think tOO much abOut it.”

“Sounds like the multiverse in a nutshell,” Cross spoke up from the doorway, having just woken up. Horror let out a gruff chuckle at that.

Cross and Horror were also skeletons that Nightmare had found. Dust being the other one he had found, although the stupidly tall skeleton loves to sleep in. Dust came from a genocide gone wrong as well, except he killed out of desperation, how would Frisk be able to kill everyone if he did it himself? Although after Dust killed his brother he snapped. His eyes seem to forever shake and are mismatched like Error’s. Both red, but one with an inner ring of blue.

 Nightmare found Dust talking to himself, or seemingly so, his mind so gone that he imagined his brother as a ghost that follows him, telling him to kill more. If Dust was awake and downstairs, he’d probably be wearing his brother's scarf and his hoodie paired with long trek pants as well as slippers.

Horror didn’t come from a genocide but did come from a very dark AU that had a famine, and after so much time without food, to survive many turned to eat each other. The first time Nightmare and Horror met, Horror had tried to cut Nightmare up and eat him. At the moment, Horror’s not trying to eat everything and anything but is cooking breakfast for everyone. 

Wearing his apron, a fluffy hoodie he stole from Cross, and his normal faded t-shirt, he smiles wide. Although, much like Killer and Dust, he also wears basketball shorts and slippers. Yet, unlike everyone else, his AUs story left him with a jagged hole in the side of his head and only one bright red working eye.

Finally Cross, the one that changed the gang. The only one that hasn’t gone insane. After Cross joined, Nightmare started helping everyone else with their insanity, and eventually helped himself as well. Cross doesn’t wear the uniform his AU had forced him into anymore but does still keep some elements of his old outfit. He has his fluffy hoodie that he kept, that Horror enjoys stealing far too much, but he also kept his black turtleneck. Aside from that, he got rid of everything else, relaxing with black athletic pants and dark sneakers.

He’s the only one that looks the most like a sans appearance-wise, his eyes both white, with no scar insight. The gang says that one of his eyes used to be red, with a red scar under it. Nightmare has confirmed this but says that the reason behind that was he was sharing a soul with a human, and that now that the human has been taken care of, the red eyelight and scar are gone.

“Any… um... Pa-...pl-” Horror struggled for a moment, his injury messed with his head a lot, making it harder to speak and get sentences out. Everyone waited patiently, “Plans! Any plans?”

“Hmm… PlannEd On hanging Out with REapER, LifE, and MERcy fOR lunch. SpEnd sOmE timE with thE Charas, makE suRE IntEnt is kEEping thEm all undER cOntROl. ThEn dROp by CcinO’s, why?”

“We were thinking about a movie night later.” Dust popped his head through the door, twitching a little less than usual, a good sign. That means his brother hadn’t been keeping him up all night.

“I’ll have tO gEt gOing sO I can makE it back sOOnER thEn, dOn’t I?” Error spoke with a smirk, and Horror’s smile widened.

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A few portals later, to hide his trail to Nightmare’s base, he arrived in Reapertale. He passed many Gods on his way to Life’s realm, and he waved to each of them, everyone knowing him well, a long-time friend of the Gods.

“There you are, Error, I was beginning to think you forgot.” Life spoke, sitting on the deck of her cottage. Reaper a few feet away from her, floating as he sat.

Life was the Toriel of ReaperTale, but also as the nickname suggests the Goddess of life and nature. She is a goat monster with fluffy white fur, red eyes, and a flowing green silk dress with golden accents.

“Heya, Ru,” Reaper cooed, Error rolled his eyes. “Mercy couldn’t make it this time, few more souls than usual. You know how it is.”

Reaper is the God of death, his younger brother, Mercy, the God of merciful death. Both of them wearing dark cloaks tied with a rope, both having their own tokens. Reaper a small gaster blaster skull holding together the hood of his cape, and Mercy a long wisping red scarf.

“Alright, make sure to tell him ‘Hi’ for me some time then,” Error sat on the deck with them, and pulled out his knitting, “How have you two been?”

“Same old Same old,” Life sighed, “Not much to do for me, although Reaper has a little something~”

“Tor, come on, thought you agreed you’d keep that a secret.”

“Awww, yOu lEft mE Out Of a sEcREt?” Error faked betrayal, “HOw cOuld yOu?!”

“You watch too much UnderNovela...” Error gave pouty eyes, “Fine Glitch. Ink and I have been cuddling a bit outside of work. Just Queerplantonic cuddling, nothing more… right now.”

“YOu bEttER nOt lEt DREam or NightmarE knOw yOu caught fEElings DEath,” Error chuckled, Reaper scoffed.

“What about you, Error?” Life asked, setting a cup of tea down in front of Error.

“Had some weird dreams… but nothing much more than that. The war is still going on, but I complain about that nearly daily.” Life and Death gave confused looks, as if asking him to elaborate, “I think they might be memories, but it’s hard to say. They weren’t really about me… they could be, but I doubt it.”

“What do you mean by that?” Reaper rested on his stomach, head cradled in his hands, still floating in the air.

“Well, the dreams were about some Classic timeline, a skeleguy named Sci who’s dated Hearts back when he was Lust.” Error stopped his knitting and picked up the tea, “I know it has to be Hearts, he’s the only UnderLust timeline with a human named Ace and a brother named Pink.”

“Well, it might not be far-fetched that you’re from a classic timeline, and we all know that you haven’t always been an error and that you do get the occasional flash of something with the right prompting.” Error hummed, “Did this Sci guy act a lot like you?”

“...Admittedly, yeah. We even have the same glasses.” Error tapped the rim of his glasses, the same he saw in the first dream.

“Maybe you’re going to be slowly dreaming through your past life for a bit?”

“I know we’re literally Universe travelers and Gods, but that’s a little crazy, don’t ya think?”

“Well, you don’t remember anything before the AntiVoid, so it’d be a fair theory to say the AntiVoid is the reason you can’t remember anything… and you moved out of there some years ago.” Life reasoned, “Maybe without its influence your memories are starting to come back.”

“Maybe...” Error’s phone buzzed, and he looked at the new text.

Intent was losing control of the Charas, they ran out of chocolate. The destroyer chuckled. “Sorry guys gotta get going, Intent needs me. Thanks for listening to my weird bullshit though.”

“Anytime, Glitchy.”

His mind flashed and he was in the dark world of the save screen, Reaper cuddling close, his chest hurting from a long red slash across it.

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Sneaking into the Omega Timeline was absolutely terrible the first time he had done it, but now it had become routine. Alongside his glitching, he learned that he could manipulate his code to look like any Sans he wanted, and even match their voice, although it put a slight strain on his soul if done too long.

Looking like a Classic Sans, he got a secret identity in the Omega Timeline, a small workshop under his false name that he uses to sell his crafts giving him some G to use to buy gifts for the gang, the Gods, and the Charas.

Pulling a pouch out of his pocket, he walked to the grocery store, buying several fun-sized snack packs of chocolate for his idiot humans, before heading out to the pocket space that all the Chara’s lived in.

By accident, he discovered the space and all the Chara’s living there years ago, and regrettably, grew close to all of them. Intent acted as the main parent of the house like pocket space, and Error was the punny uncle that saved them with his copious amounts of chocolate.

He arrived and before he could even knock on the door, he was jumped on by many Charas. Intent was quick to pull them all off before he crashed.

“Sorry, Error, they’re all a little cranky and are coming down from a sugar high. Brats found where I’ve been keeping the chocolate and ate all of it at once.” Intent explained, red eyes glaring at the younger ones.

Intent was one of the eldest of the Chara’s and the only one willing to take an active role as caretaker. Their Frisk long since paused and seeming to not be returning to the underground. When he had first found all of them, the eldest of the Chara’s, not so cleverly nicknamed Dest, had pulled him aside and explained things. 

The pocket space they live in is the in-between of the in-between. The space that separates the Void from the AntiVoid. Time is slow, but not at a complete stop. It’s connected to everywhere, and nowhere at once. From the pocket space, the Chara’s can live and go check on their Frisk’s as they please. Although with so many new AUs recently, a lot of them are young.

Intent’s timeline is the first Genocide timeline, long since abandoned by everyone, all the characters dead except Frisk. Dest’s timeline is the original timeline, and they keep a very close eye on their Frisk, who’s been on the surface for years now.

Thanks to Error, things had been more liveable and far less confusing. With his knitting and newfound hobby of sewing, he made them all new clothes and bought necklaces from the OmegaTimeline that have their nicknames on them.

Now not everyone’s wearing the same green and yellow striped sweater and brown pants, and a lot of them have their own styles and tastes. Plus, with how slow all of them age, it’s not often that he has to refit them or make new clothes.

“It’s alright IntEnt, thanks fOR gEtting thEm Off mE.”

“Least I could do, now come on punny.”

His mind flashed, showing the image of a young Chara and Asriel, both clambering around his body, and enjoying themselves, laughing happily.

He shook his skull, and Intent gave a concerned look, “Ya good, E?”

“Y-yEah...” Shakily, he followed the other inside.

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Error sighed as he sat down at a barstool of his favorite Cafe.

“Hey, Error, bad day?”

“COnfusing day...”

“Strong coffee or extreme hot chocolate?”

“ExtREmE cOcOa,” He reached into his pocket and passed a few G for the drink, “I dOn’t gEt what’s gOing On with mE. FiRst thEsE wEiRd dREams slash mEmORiEs thEn I’m gEtting flashEs Of mEmORiEs I dOn’t REmEmbER-?”

“Woah there, let’s slow down a bit.” Error stopped, hanging on Ccino’s every word, “Deep breath in,” He breathed in deeply, “and let it out slowly.” He exhaled for a long minute. “There? Is the world a little less overwhelming?”

Ccino is from a surface AU, simply owning a cat Cafe and living above it. He has grey eyes and pale bones, usually wearing earthy colors and an apron, although on occasion outside of work he wears a blue hoodie with bunny ears attached to the hood.

Error nodded soundlessly, closing his eyes, “Why don’t you start from the beginning, then I can try and help, but before you start, take a drink, alright? God or not, it’s good to stay hydrated. Even with hot cocoa.” His eyes half opened at the sound of a cup softly landing on the counter. He took a big sip and then began to speak.

“StaRtEd with thE dREams I guEss… thEy wEREn’t abOut mE thOugh, but thEy might bE? At lEast LifE and REapER think sO. ThEy think I might bE REmEmbERing my past nOw that I’m nOt living in thE AntiVOid...”

“And what do you think about the dreams?” Ccino spoke slowly and softly, petting a cat that had jumped up into his arms.

“I dOn’t knOw what tO think.”

“That’s okay. You’re allowed to not have an opinion on things. What do you want to do about the dreams?”

“NOthing Right nOw.”

“Then you don’t have to do anything.”

“I’vE bEEn gEtting flashEs Of mEmORiEs tOO, but I dOn’t REmEmbER thEm. I knOw thEy’RE minE bEcausE it’s in my pERspEctivE, thEy fEEl familiaR. I can REcOgnizE pEOplE in thEm.”

“What do you want to do about the flashes?”

“SEE what happEns with thEm I guEss...”

“Then you can wait and see.” Ccino pulled out his phone for a moment, “Before you leave to Night’s, can you stay a bit longer? Night had put in an order for some sweets and drinks for your movie night.”

Error nodded, and Ccino walked away, going into the kitchen area to work on the order.

“Hello, Error.” A young voice suddenly called, and he froze. The voice was one from his dreams… and one he still knew to this day. He didn’t bother looking over.

“...Hi, CORE.”

“Don’t avoid sleep.” Error slowly turned his head towards Core, “Your dreams will help. I can’t promise all of them will be happy. I can promise that they will help. You need to go through them. Otherwise, the multiverse is destined for peril.” He just gave confusedly.

Core stared back at him, “Why the confused look? I’ve already told you before that I’m the watcher of the Multiverse.” 

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