#dear god the character creator in this game is Horrid for making Black characters

[angeltannis]

On my way to become a Frey Warden

[nell0-0]

One day (you learn to let go) #1

Idea adopted from Firehedgehog's Idea Factory!

A very long time ago, Fate grabbed a Sans and twisted him into Error.

Every 25-100 years, Fate's magic wanes and Error transforms back into his past self. The only thing this Sans knows is that he seems to be skipping through time.

Ink, meanwhile, is the only one that knows what's going on as Error doesn't remember when his true self, Geno, wakes up.

https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/244792587-one-day-you-learn-to-let-go

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27100618/chapters/66175066#workskin

The pair of forced gods

At the beginning, there were no deities, no Alternate Universes, nothing. It was just a huge expanse of white, with a glowing drop of color in the middle of it. The original Undertale of this Multiverse, awe inducing in its lonesome.

Intrigued, higher beings started to take notice of this world. They were interested, since the story could have so many different outcomes and so many secrets! Each bit was treasured, every dialogue appreciated, every friend cherished.

Every kill done mercilessly.

It was a fun game to play for them. Those were the Voices. The Voices grew curious, little by little. What would happen if someone took apart that original world's code? What if a situation changed just a little? What if they only did pacifist route? Or only genocide?

They didn't dare change it too much, since they didn't want to damage the original one. It had a special place in their hearts, after all.

But then, one Voice spoke up.

What if they made copies?

At first, the other Voices were hesitant to take up the other's idea. It wouldn't change anything if they just copied the original. Besides, the game felt perfect already for them. It was fun, charming and with just a hint of violence enough to satisfy even the more cruel of them.

That Voice tried to reason with the rest once more.

They wouldn't damage the original in any way, it would be preserved. But they would make copies, branches of the original, make it even more interesting! Mess with the codes, change some characters, change some personalities or even swap them!

After the reassurance no harm would come to their beloved original, a lot of Voices each eagerly made a copy of their own. At first, the changes were minimal. Just alternate timelines, different outcomes. Changing a crucial decision, which ended up changing everything else with it. They felt awed, this was something new and entertaining.

Some loved the characters too much to hurt them, so they made bright and happy worlds. Other Voices loved the characters too much to make them boring in their point of view, so they made them suffer, making harsh and violent places.

Soon, other Voices that were wary at first, tried joining in. It was truly a spectacular sight! They decided to keep the characters, but change the world itself. One made a pair of twins, so similar yet as different as night and day. Other Voice made a place filled with Gods and inspired in mythology, since they loved it so much.

Another one made a creative skeleton, way too constricted by his own world because of his feelings. Unhappy with the results, that Voice abandoned their world and abandoned all together. They were frustrated, they didn't like how their own world turned out. That Voice left forever, to never come back.

The original one, the entity that suggested this in the first place, saw this. They took the Sans of that world, so damaged and broken, as their own. Just in the nick of time, too, since they barely managed to save him before his AU crumbled. The skeleton's soul was damaged, but this higher being didn't see anything to fix, oh no.

They saw an opportunity.

They noticed that more and more higher beings were going away, either abandoning their worlds or letting them evolve on their own. They could use this for their own advantage, for their own amusement.

That higher being, that Voice, ended up dubbed as Fate.

With gentle hands that didn't add up at all with their intentions, they gave the damaged skeleton a way to keep living, a purpose. To create and help the other Voices so they wouldn't quit too. Under Fate's rules, of course.

It became a flawed system fairly quick.

Fate was ambitious. They never had enough of this original world's variations. Feeling empowered and curious, they forced the Sans to keep creating. Always keep going, no matter what. To make more, to create more. To the Sans, it was a nightmare.

There was a moment were another Voice, a much kinder one that sympathized too much to let their beloved characters suffer in such a way, tried to intervene.

"Fate!" screamed said Voice, Destiny as the other used to call them. "Your chosen is creating too much, tell him to stop!"

"Stop?" Surely, Destiny was joking. This was the more entertainment they had had in ages! "We have so many possibilities, so many worlds... and you want me to stop?"

Destiny looked warily at their friend. Their once kind friend, the one who held so much love towards the original Undertale that suggested this copy system as to not damage it. Destiny wasn't blind, the strings holding everything together were way too tight, stretched thing. It was just a matter of time before it was too much and it pulled, bringing everything down with it.

"I'm sorry, friend, but I can't let you do this to our beloved creations. You need to stop and you need to stop now, before it's too late."

Destiny kept going, trying to reach out and convince the other. Fate wasn't listening, though. They just stared at Destiny, as if seeing them for the first time in their life. That gaze was so cold it froze Destiny down to their very core.

"You don't let me do anything, dear Destiny, because I do what I want" Fate began, before whispering in a threatening tone. "And if you keep insisting on getting in my way because of too much Creation, there's an easy solution for that."

Destiny startled, not sure where Fate was going with this. Suddenly, they felt a tug from inside them. Destiny gasped, in pain.

"I just need a Destroyer to balance the Creator. And since my dearest Ink has his soul in such state of disrepair, fragments barely holding together..." and Fate smiled cruelly at their friend's pain, for they took something from them. Or rather, someone. "How about I use that Sans you're so fond of, the one with just a fragment for a soul?"

Destiny's begging words fell on deaf ears, for it was too late. Destiny's chosen, their darling Geno Sans, had been coldly snatched away from them.

Fate looked at the little fragment in their hands, their glowing white hands twisting it until it was barely recognizable as the being it once belonged to. Smirking, Fate ignored the desperate Destiny and dropped their new Destroyer carelessly on the Multiverse, without caring where the other ended up.

"Go now, little destroyer. You're an error, a mistake. So erase the worlds that are one as well, for they do not deserve a place in my perfect Multiverse." Disregarding their original name, as fitting as Genocide would be for such a task, Fate addressed them as their new God of Destruction. An abomination. A glitch. "You're name from now on, is going to be Error."

Destiny just watched, impotent as the being they loved so was made into something new, something corrupted, something terrible and full of suffering. Destiny has always been one of the kindest, always trying to ease the suffering of the ones they favored. But all the kindness in their warm orange being could never forgive what Fate, that horrid and completely white higher being, had done.

Destiny swore, just as they watched the newly dubbed Error awake for the first time in the white of the Anti-Void, that they would make Fate loose their hold on those two skeletons. Forced gods shouldn't exist, neither of Creation nor Destruction. They prepared themselves to fight Fate, even if the white one was the strongest of the two.

At the very least, Destiny would give both Ink and Error a fighting chance.

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Ink had been creating a copy as he usually did nowadays, too tired to keep up with the speed Fate demanded of them. Creating new worlds took time and care, it was a long process, so they made due with what they could.

The copies were loathsome, in his opinion as an artist. It was one thing to remake a work of art until you got it just right. It was another thing entirely to just copy paste said work in another canvas, like it was a chore.

Ink knew that this could very well be the Multiverse's doom, so he found solace in the fact that even if the copies died, at least the rest of the Voices who had been locked out from interfering since Fate's take over, could still enjoy what would be left.

He was doing such a task, another copy of bittytale since Ink wanted to ensure the survival of at least one copy when everything inevitably snapped, when he felt it. An AU had crumbled. It hurt a bit, his soul way too broken to give him the feedback he should have otherwise.

At least he wasn't soulless.

At least he could feel something.

He couldn't even imagine the pain he would be in had he still been whole. Worried, since it felt way too soon for their Multiverse to collapse, Ink went to check out what had happened. When he arrived, multiple copies of Ghosttale and Undermafia were missing, freeing up more room for the AUs to survive.

It didn't look like the destruction affected any original around, as Ghosttale and Undermafia still existed.

The first clue he got was the sound of static. The second clue, a flash of black and navy blue. A skeleton, similar to himself in a sense, stood before him. Both looked at each other with dead eye-lights, before both widened their own eye-sockets in realization.

Another being, just like them but not. An opposite, for them to fight and balance. Amusement for the cruel Fate.

Just another twisted being forced to do a job as a God they didn't want.

They nodded at each other.

"Name's Error."

"I'm Ink."

One, a Sans that committed suicide because his AU had been abandoned by their Voice, the one who created the Core Code of that world. Fate saved him just in time to suit their needs and while they would have preferred a soulless Creator, one with their soul in shambles and barely holding itself together would have to work.

The other one, who was just as fragmented as their chosen God of Creation. A glitch that had managed to beat impossible odds to survive and thrive, start a family and have a happy ever after in his own way. Snatched from his life and family to suit the needs of a cruel system that was tipped against him. Would this glitch manage to beat impossible odds again? And if so, for how long?

How interesting. To Fate, this was perfect. The stage was set.

And so, the strings of Fate started manipulating the stage behind the scenes. But the unhinged Voice that was Fate was too focused on the events of their new favorite playground, ignoring Destiny. The orange higher being decided then and there what their strategy would be.

They would drain Fate to the best of their ability, as that was the only thing they could do unless the Sanses they were trying to rescue did something drastic. They would free Geno from Fate's chains, then drag Ink along to free both. It was just a matter of time.