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I glanced, about. VoidTale was a project that took a while to complete. I had to take my time in this sort of thing. I had to make a lot of things after all. Hmm? Another universe was destroyed. Hah, did I tip the balance too far again? It’s hard keeping track of everything. Sometimes Creation gets a bit too far. My multiversal phone began to ring. 

“Hey Dream, what’s up.”

“Ink one of your universes just disappeared! It didn’t corrupt like how Nightmare normally does things!” 

“Heh, one moment.” I hop into my paint. Back into the Inksphere. “Alright what is it?” I glance at the Guardian of Positivity. 

“DragonTale just disappeared! I have no clue what happened. I thought it was Nightmare originally.” 

I pull out my notebook, swiping my balance notes, let’s see… yeah, I was off by a day. Should have waited till tomorrow before I made Voidtale, then I wouldn’t have tipped the balance. “Don’t worry about it, Dream. It was just a mistake I made.” 

“You destroyed them?!”

“Of course not, I just mistimed things. Creation has to be done at a slow pace or we risk the balance. Anyways, help me gather the scraps, I can repair this later and bring them back.”

He immediately started to grab as many scraps as he could. I placed them in my repair tray, before opening my notebook and making a new note for when I could remake it. Before putting it up.

“Aren’t you going to bring it back now?”

“Hmm? Of course not, if I brought it back now another universe would just get destroyed, I would have to wait for the next multiversal expansion.” I say shrugging. “Well, I’m going to head off for now, I’ll be back soon.”

“Oh… alright.”

I jumped through the paint, into the Anti-Void. Taking a glance at the glitchy skeleton. Standard destroyer huh. Alright. “Hi there.”

“W̴̫̟͊̈́ḥ̴̗͆o̶̼̒͑!̷̹̿ ̷̘͆̚Ś̷͚͒q̵̻͐u̷̼͜͝į̵͊d̵͓͎̽͠!̸̍̑͜”

“Ah, so you know of me!” I pulled out some chocolate and tossed it to him. “Here you go, I hear the Errors typically like that stuff.” Before laying down in the anti-void.

“Ÿ̵̤́͘o̸̖̽u̶̧͉̾ ̵̘̍́a̴̠̅r̵̤̎ȩ̴̑ ̷̬̹̌͘d̷̢̲́i̵͖̚f̸̻̉͛f̸̛̼͋͜è̷̜̖͒r̷̪̚ͅe̵̢͑͝ǹ̴̛̜̳t̴̤̂ ̴̻͆̌t̶̥̠́h̸̫́͝ã̸̮̥̚n̸̼̗͐̌.̸͕̈́.̶͉̾.̵͇̄͋ ̶̤̓͜è̵̗͐x̵͓̕p̴̟͙͆̚e̶̳͙͑̈́c̷̟̬̊̎t̸̯̖͒͘è̸̺̺d̷̬͑̈.̵͚͔̏”

I checked him.

[Error: The Forced God of Destruction]

[LVL: ???] 

[A fallen soul from another multiverse.]

“I see, you're not from here. Well, I suppose I should introduce myself, I am Ink, Creator of this Multiverse.” I say, not getting up from my relaxing position. “Keeper of the Balance.”

“Y̶͎̍õ̴̧̼ũ̷̦̽ ̸̟̎ǩ̵͔̄n̶̘̝̚o̵͚͛̍w̸̤̉ ̴͓̌o̶̠̜͂f̵̬̖̑ ̴̬͆̾t̴̪̎ĥ̴͎̝̎e̴̫͒ ̵̛̰̹̃b̵̨̙̑ä̷̠̹͌l̶̺͕̇a̸̞͗n̷̗͔̐̓c̵̱̠͊̔ẽ̵̳?̴̠̲̽̄;”

“Of course, I was told about it on the day of my creation afterall. I try my best not to screw up, but judging by DragonTale I made a bit of a mistake recently. Got my timing off. I’ll bring DragonTale back when the multiverse expands again.”

“Y̷̺̾o̷̫̍ụ̸́ ̴̩̐c̴͈̀a̶̝͆ṇ̵̎ ̵̝͘j̸͙̽ü̶͇s̸̪̓ẗ̸͈.̶̟̊.̸̹́.̸͉́ ̷̱̑d̵͙̋ơ̸̧ ̴̖̚t̴͎̅h̵̟͊å̵̹ṫ̴͖?̸̱̉!̸͎̓”

“It takes a lot of effort, more effort than creating universes, but it can be done.”

“W̷͓̍h̷̳͋y̶̝͗ ̶̣̚d̴̮͗i̵̍ͅd̷̞̾n̸͉͒'̵̛͈ẗ̷͍ ̵̤̇h̸̛̻e̷̥͋ ̴̥͝d̸̡͗ŏ̶ͅ ̷̻̂ḯ̶̡t̸͚͘ ̵̥̄t̴̬̏h̴̩̋e̴̛͓n̸̟͝,̸̺̀ ̶̜͊ẁ̶̤h̷͚̋y̵̫͌ ̷̻̌d̷̪͌i̴̖̋d̶̝̉n̵͇̐'̵͙̓t̶̻̽ ̵̩́m̷̱̂y̶̙̕ ̵̡̅Ì̵ͅn̷̙̒k̶̼̈́ ̵̪̍ḑ̸̎o̷̥͂ ̸̙̋t̸̠͘h̶̻̾a̴͖͝t̵̺̓?̸̬̿”

I shrugged. “It’s more difficult. Takes time, effort. I’m not really willing to do it, even though I’m going to.” 

He stopped for a bit. “S̶̥͊̍ó̶͖͔͠ ̴͓̪̾ḣ̸̙͙̕e̴͇͂ ̷̘̆͒ͅẅ̴̭́ả̶͍̬̚s̴̝͋̋ ̷̢̼̆̚j̵̨͎̾u̶̫̣̓s̵̭̃t̴̠͂͆ ̷̤̿̏l̴̗̞̐̐à̷͙̽z̸͈̅͆y̵͕̝̒͝?̵̞́”

“For the most part, maybe. Probably didn’t even know how. Sometimes I forget as well. Memories are not all there after all… so what multiverse are you from? Does it have a name?” 

“Í̵̯̤ ̷̢͍̓ḓ̵̙̉͊o̷͓̹̿͘ņ̴̜͛͠'̴̲͇̽̓t̴̳̺͑̐ ̵̱̮̆̉k̶͓̑͝n̴̲͍̐͠o̴̱͒w̶̝͎̋” 

“Ah, ok.” I sat there in silence. 

“S̸̻͝ơ̴̠̭͋ ̸̳̓w̴̛͚̿h̵̯̖̾͝a̸͚̿t̷̟̠́ ̵͖̈́̕a̸̧̟̎͝r̷̡͕͌͝e̶͈̒̎ ̵̼͓͗̆ỳ̸̖͇̕o̵̳̍͊u̶̡̼̚ ̶̟͕̆ḡ̶̡͙o̷͚̾͋ḭ̸̂͝n̵̻͂g̷͎̟̎͂ ̴̢̥̌͆t̷̰̪͛̄o̵̝͓̍ ̸̨̝̉d̶̢́o̵̤͌͘ ̸̜̤͛n̶̼̺̒ȏ̵̳w̵̬̿̕?̵̢͉̐”

“Dunno, when I’m not creating I’m sort of just… existing. Or fighting Nightmare when he tries to tip the scales. Dream helps with that.”

“W̷̟̘͒̕h̷͉̋ȧ̷̜̮̕t̵̛̬̕ ̸̨͍̓̉h̸̛̩̳̀ă̶͉͉͒p̵̼̞͐p̶̛̭ě̷͎͎͠ņ̷̑e̷̯̊d̸̻̟̎ ̷͎͝t̷̥͙͠o̷̗͘ ̴͔̔D̷̬̚͝ȓ̷̠̪e̸̬̦͒́ä̸̫m̵̥͎̄͝ẗ̵̫̼́̈́a̸͇̽̐l̵̫͍̆e̷̗͒͝ ̸͚̕h̷͍̹͋̑e̷̢̿̌r̴̠͆̑e̶̻̋͛?̴̠̄ͅ”

“Ah, Dreamtale fell here from another universe, the Bad Sanses came with it, their multiverse apparently collapsed or something. My Dreamtale is still going strong. They are actually living quite well. Still within their own universe actually.” 

“W̵̠͛̚h̶͉̔̀ö̶̜́̀ ̵̭̣̋̽a̶͊̂͜r̴̜̘̀͘e̵͈͛ ̵̤̖̈́ẗ̵̡̞́ḫ̷́̂e̴͎̖͘ ̸̧͔̒̽B̵̖͈̎a̷͙͆̏d̶̳̻͘ ̵̣͇̋͘S̷̩͊̂á̷̲͔͘n̶̗͂͝s̶̖͘e̶͈͌͝s̸̺̞͠ ̷̙̃̓t̵͓̓h̸͕͓͘ȃ̵͉t̵͔̟̍ ̶͎͐͑ć̴̰͈̈́a̶̒̄͜ḿ̶̭̱e̵͍͊͝ ̷̨͇̔ḫ̷͑ȩ̴̽́r̴͎̟̈́e̶̗̾̔?̸͚͊͝”

“Ah, can’t remember that, one moment.” I pull out my notebook. “Let’s see… We got Blue, Cross, Nightmare, Horror, Dust, Killer, Fresh, and Black.” 

“Ț̵̓h̷͉́͂e̷͔̕ṅ̵̪ͅ.̷̲͌̅.̴̝͐.̸̟͔́ ̶̡̲͂w̸̪͔͒̐h̵̜̓̕o̷̲̍̕ ̸̢̄̂d̴͉̐̈́ö̵̝̺́ ̶̟̩̀̆y̸̪̣̓o̷̬̓u̷̧͇͋̂ ̶̠̯͋͝h̸̻̐͛a̴̬̔v̴̦̈e̶̘̙̓ ̸̋ͅo̵͍͇͒n̵̻̔͜ ̴͍̀̇ŷ̵̯͝o̶̧̥͝u̵̳͍̎ȑ̴̖̎ ̸̮͆̆s̴̢͍͗i̸̪̰͑d̷̤̪̏ẹ̷͊.̷̃̓/”

“Sometimes I have a Dream. Most of the time, it’s just me. Give me something to do at least.”

“D̵͎͗̕ĩ̸̡̬d̷̨̋ ̵̼̅ẏ̴̰̭͊o̷͍̺͗u̸̞̔͌ ̵̻̘̕d̶͉͒̌o̶̱̊̅ ̵̹͋͆s̸̡͇̀ȍ̴̟̉m̷̩͆͝e̸̛̥t̵̤̒̿h̴̥́i̵͔͊n̴̳͕̉̚g̵͉̹̋ ̴̤̉t̶͇̋́͜o̸̳̽ ̶̳̊̈p̷͉̉r̵̗̼͌̈́o̷̞͠͝v̸̖̹̋ō̴̲͠k̵͕̮̏ȩ̷̣͆͊ ̸̮̍ṱ̷̹̓̚h̴̪͉̄̚ȩ̸̬̑m̴̙͆͆?̴̝͚͌”

I shrugged, “Personally no. While I have some universes they may disagree with, for the most part they just dislike me because of what the other Ink did in their universe causing it to collapse.”

“W̷͈͚̋̕h̶̖̤̏́á̷͔̚ẗ̵̞̱̂ ̵͍́d̸͖͗i̴̧͋̀d̷̩͊͊ ̸̞̈́͘ṯ̸̊̾ͅḥ̶̗̒̈́ẹ̵̊̃ȳ̷͇͊ ̶̙̐̈́d̵͖̄̔o̵̘͌?̸̯̚”

“Well, apparently, The alternate Ink killed you.”

He froze. 

“Yeah, so due to how similar I am, despite me trying my best not to tip the balance, I am the bad guy. Not much I can do but shrug and deal with it. Before you ask, they aren’t from your multiverse, each multiverse has a peculiar way code works, and their styles are nothing like yours. And yes, I can tell even with the glitchy nature of your code.”

“Ș̴̀͜ò̵̞̙͊.̶̣͓̑́.̶͇͔͂̀.̸̛̪̲ ̵̘̚ļ̶̓̾a̵̫̤̎r̷̜̅͝g̸͔͎͠e̴̬̎͝r̴̲͂̊ ̶̱̐̂m̷̲͊̈́u̵̲͖̿̃l̴̡̫̽̔t̸͔̐͂i̵̧̖̚v̷̗̀ͅẻ̸̩ŗ̴̇̀ș̷̪̾̈́e̵̦̒̕ ̸͔͚͆͘h̵̢̒͊͜ṳ̵͓̅h̸̹̱̉.̸͔̮̈́”

“You get used to it, normally multiverses of the size of mine are too filled for other multiverses’s universes to fall into. But since I create very slowly, I’ve barely filled the multiverse even halfway. I should probably get going. I got to keep an eye on Dream in case the Bad Sanses get close to dusting him.”

“Y̴̤̆͂ö̸͇́u̵̳̘͒ ̶̹̥̍̿d̶̛͇͌ó̵̱͙͠n̸͍̋'̶̘͊̓t̶̟̽ ̸̖͐̆c̸͜͝͝ȃ̶̡͓̈́r̵̦̕ẻ̷̹̯ ̵̢̞͝ë̸̲͈́͒v̶̛̲̱̆e̶̻͐̀n̶̨̊ ̸͖̣̋i̵̮̇f̴͇͒͜ ̶͋ͅt̷̢̠͑h̵̢͊a̶͍̾͌t̴̬̀͌ ̶̞̒̾ḓ̴͈̈́o̵̯̲͝ȩ̴̲̌̔s̴͍͌ ̴̝̄͠ḧ̴̤́ā̴̺̕p̵̛͈p̴͖̗̽̌e̵̟͎̊n̸̘͇͂̆.̵̤̠͂̎.̷̢̤͠.̷̛̹͊ͅ ̴̜̮͝ḑ̴̤͗ò̴̘ ̴̦̊̚y̵̻͉͐o̴̧̓̉ṳ̴̲̎?̸͎͍͛”

“You can read me like a book apparently. Yeah, one of the perks of being soulless. Total Apathy, all the time. Unless I force myself to care, I just… don’t. Regardless, See you later. Maybe. Depends on if you ever leave this place.” I made a portal with my paint and returned to my Doodlesphere, checking my phone for any messages. Nothing from Dream… I suppose I can just sit today. I should go polish Underfell, make sure there isn’t any bugs or viruses causing trouble.

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Dream came into this new universe five years ago, their universe had suffered a cascade effect, causing everything to basically self-destruct. Error had been effectively banished into the void, likely killing him, and at first, everything was fine. Then their Ink started to create… and create. Constantly building new universes since there was no one to reign them back. These new universes? They were not happy ones. It didn’t take long for the cascade effect to happen. Only a few people survived. Nightmare and his gang, as well as Blue and Fresh who joined up. They cared a lot for Error apparently. Regardless, somehow we managed to survive, and fell into this Ink’s multiverse. 

I ended up with this universe's Ink, a apathetic soulless version of Ink, that was a lot more detail oriented than the Ink of my universe. There was no Error, because according to this world’s Ink, there was no need of one, because he already maintained the balance. I got to read his notebook once, there were dozens of pages filled up about how much the multiverse could be filled with as well as notes of how to check things and maintain things. His creations were so resilient that they could be corrupted and broken, and he could still piece them together again. When CraftTale had been corrupted I saw him working for months fixing every little piece of that universe before restoring it. He was emotionless the entire time, never once taking his paints. I’ve actually never seen him take his paints in this multiverse, he is always just moving along, one step at a time. His eyelights are normal light gray and he has no splatters of ink anywhere on his body. An emotionless husk moving one step at a time. Even when fighting with the Nightmares gang he is completely emotionless and fast. 

He isn’t too different than my multiverses Ink though, he still makes universes from Dusttale to Horrortale, but those universes didn’t stay miserable for long, unlike our Ink, he made them with options, Horrortale is currently integrating with the surface and Dusttale managed to get themselves a second chance which also lead to the surface, not everything was sunny, but it wasn’t utterly dark and dreary either. Ink just created and cared for the multiverse in his own way. Still, our first meeting didn’t go too well. Afterall, when I first met Ink, he was going to kill me. 

He couldn’t distinguish me from a virus due to my appearance in one of his AU’s and messing up the natural flow of the universe, he was going to utterly destroy me, and there was nothing I could do about it. I’m not sure why in the end he decided to take me to the Doodlesphere, but I will admit, I am utterly terrified of this Ink. He began to reorganize the AU’s the moment Nightmare’s Dreamtale fell into his multiverse. Later I found out he was reorganizing to make room. The multiverse we were in was a constantly expanding one, but it expanded slowly. So he had to maximize his efforts. There were narrow gaps between worlds with massive firewalls, as he calls them, preventing collisions. But this, stacked with everything else he had done? It showed that this Ink was a ton more powerful than the Ink in my multiverse. 

Still, there were interesting moments. For one, he didn’t know how to use a phone for a long time. He was surprised when I provided him one with the capabilities of multiversal communication. A little collaborative project I worked on with this multiverse Sci. First time I’ve seen him fascinated with something other than an AU. This let me keep in contact with him, and allowed me to learn that he was fighting with the Nightmares group. I tried to talk to them, asking why they were fighting this Ink, and the reasoning was simple. They couldn’t trust another Ink after what happened in their universe. I tried to talk them out of it, and it didn’t work. So I started helping Ink. I couldn’t let him be punished for something he didn’t even do. I may be scared of him, but he was reasonable. 

So that is why I was so surprised when he just shrugged off the loss of DragonTale. It’s the first time I had seen a universe reduced to mere scraps of paper. I was used to corruption and rips, and in my old multiverse the only reason I’d know what was going on is because I’d feel the lack of positivity. But in this one I was allowed in the area where Ink maintained the universes. Although, judging by how quickly he left, I don’t imagine they were completely unperturbed.

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I carefully examined DragonTale. Bringing it back would take some time. The RESET mechanic is untouched, but is incapable of fully bringing it back. Luckily with LOAD and BACKUP in place I could quickly bring things back up to speed. Takes a lot of effort, but it shouldn’t be too much of a problem. I had to find a good spot for it, I prospected an area recently that would be perfect for me to slot DragonTale in. VoidTale is going strongly too, luckily it hasn’t had any other worldly visitors like the others. They seem to think I don’t notice their intrusions into Horrortale and FarmersTale if they don’t cause negativity. I figured out what they were using them for quickly, FarmersTale for supplies and Horrortale to make Horror happier. They dislike me, yet they are so ready to use my creations for their own benefit. I have a feeling this would disgust me if I could feel emotions. Regardless, with them playing around in my universes I have to constantly brush up on things to prevent corruption or glitching. At least the number of viruses have finally started to decrease. Took me forever to finish my assistant, 404Sans. Speaking of which. I glanced up at the visitor to my doodle sphere. A typical sans archetype with 4s for eye lights instead of dots and a 0 and 1 patterned green hoodie.

“What brings you here.”

“I found something. Take a look.” He pulled a black mass faintly resembling a person out behind him.

“Ah… a hacker. Good job, if you find more, bring them to me.”

“Yes sir.”

The mass spoke up, “What are you going to do with me?” Scared huh. No need to be scared.

“Built a place called HackerTale for people like you. It’s not a bad place, you should be ok. Just can’t have you running around my universes causing glitches and trouble. You should be able to fit in just fine.”

“So you aren’t going to just… kill me?”

“Not really, it’s not like you even know what you are doing. Anyways you should be able to live a pretty good life. Although I wouldn’t bet on Sans falling in love with you. For some reason a lot of Hacker’s believe that a Sans will miraculously just love them or that they will be soul mates or something. I’ll just say it now, that isn’t the case. Anyways let’s go. I’ll take you to the Avatar creator so you can get an actual body instead of a black mass.” I swiped with my brush and pulled the hacker with me into HackerTale. We landed in a futuristic area in front of a non-descript humanoid. “Place your hand on the avatar, and then imagine the appearance you want, and you will have yourself a body.”

“Alright.”

I shrugged at the hacker.
“A Guide should be here soon, I have to get going. I’m a really busy skeleton.”

I shuddered as I returned to the Doodlesphere. I dislike hackers, but I don’t normally kill them like other Multiverses, since, well. They are humans from another multiverse. Yeah, they have no idea how they ended up here and such, so I typically just reroute them to HackersTale, they can have fun with their abilities there and are well contained so they don’t cause chaos. Oh 404’s still here.

“What did you do with them?”

“I dropped them off in HackersTale, you should do that from now on if you find any more of those hackers during your patrols. It’s a humane way of taking care of them without killing them.”

“Alright… Do you want my help dealing with the Bad Sanses?”

“No, don’t worry about me. I can handle a bit of trouble. As long as you're helping me deal with the viruses we are good.”

He shrugged, although his worry never seems to go away. He seems to treat me as a little brother at times, despite the fact that I am much older than he is and I created him. Regardless, at least they are loyal. It’s the least I can ask for.

I began to get to get back to my work, before 404 spoke up. “Why do you not drink from your vials?”

I glanced at him. “So I don’t lose sight of myself. Now go, I’m on a timeline for restoring this AU.”

“Alright.”

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It didn’t take long before I had another visitor. Error, The God of Destruction from another Multiverse. He decided to come by and visit. This time, I wasn’t in the Doodlesphere. Instead I was at the gathering center to see if I had visitors. Aka the house that Dream stays at. I glanced at my glitchy visitor as he had his chocolate milk.

“So. What brings you here Error.”

“Y̶̠͗ơ̴̖ǘ̶͖ ̴̨́r̴̹̓e̸̢͂m̶̲͝e̴̤̋m̵̘͛b̸̬͒ë̶̗́r̵̨̍ ̵̼͒a̷̹̕ ̴͇̿l̶̘̈́o̴͉̓t̶̰͑ ̵̖͐m̴̰̆o̶͓͒r̸̗͐ę̴̿ ̸̺̏t̵̃͜h̴̤͋a̸͇͒ṅ̴̜ ̷̛̣m̴̧͘y̵̡͆ ̷͚̀I̶͉̽n̶̜̂k̸̙̓.̶͈̆ ̸͍̊”

“Yeah, not really. I just got a lot of tools to help me.” My notebook, my scarf, my brush. Pretty much everything for me to use for notes.

“Ẉ̶͠e̸̳͆ļ̵͝l̶̕ͅ,̶̻͌ ̵̡͝ÿ̷͓ò̵̥u̸̙̓ ̸̫̓k̶̲͒n̷̮̚o̷̺̓w̸̛̮ ̵̭͗a̸̮̅ ̶̢͝l̸̞̆o̸̞̿t̵̳͘ ̷̞́m̶̧̅ơ̷̹r̴̗̎e̷̢͒.̶͓̊ ̶̨͝H̴̢͋o̸̕ͅw̷̛͚ ̵̘̑i̴̟̒s̸̨̏ ̸̢͊i̸̯̔t̶̜͐ ̸̄͜t̵̠̅h̴̭̏a̴̜̚t̵̯͝ ̶̜͂y̸̩̆o̵̱̒ǘ̶͙ȓ̴̻ ̸̦͘a̶͈̍b̷̜͆ḷ̷͗ê̸͜ ̶̗̌t̷͓͂o̷͉͘ ̶̬̊ḏ̵̎o̴̡̒ ̸͙͐t̵̝̏h̷͖͋i̵͍͘ṅ̶̘g̷̪̃s̷̞̐ ̴̨́t̷̞͝h̵̻̾a̶͈̒t̵̘̃ ̴̺͘m̴̙͛ÿ̷̪ ̸͈͑I̸͔͋ǹ̶͖k̶̝͂ ̸͉͌c̶̒͜o̷͙͐ũ̶̞ḻ̸̾d̴̻̑n̵̗͂'̷͎͊t̷̤͐?̸̱͒”

“Well, hmm. I can’t remember the full details of what I did to figure out how this all works. I do know it wasn’t a pretty site, I believe ComputeTale was what I used to figure out how a lot of what I did worked. Took a lot of experimenting and notetaking till I could get to where I am now. Morally, some of what I worked on would be considered cruel. But it was temporary in the end.”

“C̶͔͐ṛ̵̿u̸̬̓ë̸̫́ḽ̸̅ ̶̭̾h̶̨̓ụ̵̃h̴̯͗.̸̖̀’

“Yeah, but not really unneeded. It’s best if I figured out what I could do as quickly as possible and what to avoid. If not the results would have been for much crueler fates.”

I replied, glancing at my drink. I didn’t really… eat. I haven’t eaten since my days in _ _ _ _ _ tale. So… for around sixteen thousand years. It’s a good thing I don’t have a good memory I suppose, else life would probably be boring by now. Then again, I don’t really feel boredom anymore. Or anything. I used to be someone else, but that memory. Well, it’s long gone. Now it’s just me. Ink.

I glance at Error. He’s lost in his own thoughts I see. Then I stand up.

“Ẇ̵̞h̷̞͠a̷͉͊ṱ̶̾'̴̖̈́s̸̪̚ ̶̡̎ẁ̵̜r̶͔͐ó̵̤ǹ̶͚g̶̳̐?̶̲̉”

“An intrusion through the multiversal barrier. I need to go deal with this. Feel free to finish your milk.” Then I jumped through some paint. Where am I?

I [Dodge] out of the way of several projectiles. An Omegaverse just fell into my multiverse. I sighed, this is going to be some effort. I grabbed my broom, and began to spin it. The code began to flow as I started to edit the Omegaverse code. Core!Frisk’s void eyes widened at what I was doing. Then I waved my brush, and began to paint. First, Containment. Shut off the ways to leave this universe, next, the firewall. Now, Neutralize offensive attacks. And done, an entire universe locked down. They can’t get out, and I don’t need to go in. I feel a beam of positivity next to me.
“Ink what is going on.”

“You remember your universes Omegatimeline? Well, here’s another.”

“Is it from my multiverse?”

I look back, “Let me check.” I spin my brush, making it easier to see into the code. “Doesn’t look like it. It’s a new one. It’s taking up too much room. A frustrating amount. I’m going to have to work on this a lot before I can reduce its presence in my multiverse.” I felt absurd amounts of pain as the balance was tipped towards creation with the existence of this new universe. “DragonTale will have to wait till I finish fixing this.”

“Are you… going to destroy it?”

“Maybe, depends on how long this is going to take me. I’m on a time limit for this… hah… you're going to have to deal with Nightmare’s gang on your own, I’m going to be extremely busy for a while.”

“Oh… Ok. No worries, I won’t let you down!”

“See to that then. Go! I need my surroundings to be empty for this.”

A moment later they are gone.

I started to spin my brush, and began the long arduous process of compressing and simplifying code.

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“You’ve been here for a while.”

I glance back. 404. “Hi Four, Do you need me?”

He glances at my work. He can see the countless lines of code I was working with.

“You’ve been here for almost a month.”

“Huh, it’s been that long? I don’t really keep track.” I swipe another line of code.

He comes next to me. “You need a break. You’ve been running yourself ragged.”

I shrugged. “I’ve been running myself ragged for years. It’s nothing new.”

“Can’t you… I don’t know, make someone to help you? You are a creator afterall.”

“I could, I’m not going to though.”

“Why not?”

“Because it can cause problems. What if that help has their own goals, and motivations, or somehow gets glitch or corrupted. Then I have an even larger mess to clean up after. I don’t give anyone the capabilities of what I can do, simply because it is too dangerous for someone with emotions to handle. Regardless, this really isn’t long in terms of things. I don’t think in months, I think in years.”

“What about me? I can do all that can’t I?”

“Not really, you can do things similar to an Anti-Virus, but that’s about it. You don’t have the ability to rewrite an entire universe… on that note can you go purchase some food from Farmer Sans? This Omegatimeline is going to run low on supplies soon. They have too many residents.”

“Fine… But, please, try to find some time to relax. You don’t need to run yourself this hard all the time.”

“I might try in the future, but for now I’m too busy to relax. Too many things to do, and a short amount of time to do them.”

I waved 404Sans off. Then I focused back onto the Omegatimeline. I’m trying my hardest to wrangle it into shape, but there is tons of junk code that does nothing but clutter the verse. I have to clean that code and make it more efficient so it takes up a smaller amount of space. If I do that enough times I won’t have to erase this Omegatimeline. It’s big, but I can compact it and make it efficient enough to fit, eventually it will fit without issue.

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404Sans. The… firewall. My creator is negligent to their own health. To the extremes. Their bones are finely cracked, impossible to tell unless you were created directly by him. On the surface nothing is wrong, but under the surface it was warped and destructive. My creator is a soulless being. I know this, and I know they cannot care. Yet they do show care, in their own, small ways. They may not have the ability to show or feel emotions, but at times, it doesn’t feel like that, they understand emotions so well.

I worry, all the time. They don’t sleep, they don’t eat. They only work. Constantly, 24/7. I asked Dream if other Inks did that, and the answer was a resounding no. The only time my Creator actually relaxes is with the company of Error. His apparent opposite. Even that is short lived as my Creator is in a hurry to get back to work. I suppose though, for the multiverse that is a good thing. Each universe has a balanced mix of positivity and negativity, despite their situations. A ton of possibility and room for growth. Plus each one is meticulously detailed and designed. My Creator was doing the work of several gods on their own. At this point, Dream and Nightmare should already be multiversal traveling. Yet, instead, another multiverse Dream and Nightmare are here. They both don’t even know how to moderate their jobs regardless. They can make people temporarily happy or sad with their abilities, but they can’t set up the tower to make it balanced. Being a deity is a tough job, and as the firewall I am the God of War. Meaning I am extremely powerful at combat. It is needed to deal with some of the more resistant viruses.
Enough, I should get going. I need to grab some food from FarmersTale quickly.

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Finally, it took a while, but I managed to finish it. I felt my emergency vials fill once more as the Omegatimeline was fully integrated. Managed to shrink it’s size down to one twentieth of its original size. Meaning no more pain. With any luck, Error didn’t destroy any universes while I was dealing with this one. I warp back to the Doodlesphere. I began to examine the pages representing the universes for any oddities. Nice, Error decided to leave it to me. What was it I needed to do before I was working on the Omegatimeline? Hmm… I can’t remember. Let’s see what I wrote in my notebook, Omegatimeline… omegatimeline… ah here it is, DragonTale. Got to finish resurrecting that universe. Hmm, I have to wait till the next expansion. Let’s make a note of that, and then calculate the next multiversal expansion… and there we go, I can bring DragonTale back in two years. Unless we get a sudden expansion.

“𝐻𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑜, 𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒞𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹.”

“Oh.” I quickly flip through my notes, no, not Destiny, not Karma. Ah yes. “Fate. Decided to come to visit, huh.”

“𝒪𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒, 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒𝓃'𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔, 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹𝓃'𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝑔𝓇𝑒𝑒?”

I tapped my head, “Of course I don’t. For all I know you could have visited last month.”

“𝒩𝑜 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝐼𝓃𝓀.”

“What, you think I forgot what you did? My memories may be fleeting, I may not remember who I was. But I remember what you did to me. Things like that don’t just go away, Fate.”

“𝐼 𝑔𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁 𝓅𝓊𝓇𝓅𝑜𝓈𝑒, 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉?”

“I was a human soul, You ripped the entirety of my former being apart to form me. Do you have any idea how painful that is? To have the entirety of your being forcibly shaped into another? I may not be them anymore, but that memory is engraved into my body and has been for centuries. You may treat me as your child, but there is no way I can forgive you for that.”

“𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝐼𝓃𝓀, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝓅𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃."

I shrug, “Don’t hold your breath Fate. If you want to help can you figure out why we are getting so many incursions recently. In the last six years we have had other multiverses entities bleed into ours.”

“𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉, 𝒲𝑒𝓁𝓁, 𝓌𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝒾𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓊𝓃𝒾𝓆𝓊𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎, 𝓌𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒻𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝑜𝓈. 𝒞𝓊𝓇𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎, 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝒶 𝒸𝒶𝓈𝒸𝒶𝒹𝑒, 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒. 𝑀𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓈𝓊𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝑜𝒾𝒹, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝒷𝒾𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝓊𝓅. 𝒲𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃𝓌𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒.”

“Ah, so I may have more incursions in the future. Hmm, In that case I should keep at least three universe slots empty at all times… so no more creating for a bit after I restore DragonTale.” I immediately made a note in my notebook.

“𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹!”

“Ok then, anything else then? I got to go check and make sure everything is working well.”

“𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎, 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹, 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻!”

“Yeah, goodbye Fate.”

I switched back to examining the universes.

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Finally, a break. 404 gots the viruses dealt with, the universes are staying sturdy and up to speed. DarkTale finally got its true ending, and everything is moving forward one step at a time… Now what? I can’t make worlds, according to my schedule I need the area for at least three multiversal slots, so I can’t work on a new world. Prayers? No one prays to me, not anymore at least. Nightmare and his group causing trouble? Nope. There is legitimately, for once in my life, nothing to do. What did I do in the past during these periods? Notebook! Hmm… I hunted for viruses in my freetime.

Wow, it’s a good thing I don’t have emotions, or else I’d be quite bored. I could try my paints, why did I not want to take them again? Ah yes. Artificial Emotion. Well, technically they are real emotions, but for me they are but temporary, and addicting. If I took them, I wouldn’t be the same person I am now. But I will admit, they are tempting. Especially since I know what they do. Regardless, I’ve survived several thousand years without them, I can survive longer.

Hmm? Looks like there is an Incursion. Where is it… Oh, somethings in the Doodlesphere. Well then. That is troublesome. Let’s go take a look.

That is another Ink. *Check

[Another Ink from another Multiverse. Same Multiverse as Error I know of.]

Troublesome. A portal opens up, and there comes a few more Sanses.

I took a glance at the Ink, and I could tell the intentions with ease. They were here for their universe's Error. Well, I can just feign ignorance for now. Afterall, it’s the Error's choice if they want to go back or not.

“Another Me?! Hi there! My name is Ink.”

I glance into his star and orb eyelights. I wonder if that is one of the side-effects of taking paint, or if he painted his eyelights that way on purpose. I know that is something I can do. “Hello. What brings you here.”

“We are looking for our Error. Do you know where he is?”

I shrug, “How would I even know who you are talking about.”

“H̴̫̓e̵̕ͅÿ̵̟,̸̺̏ ̸͎͠I̶̍͜n̸̺͝k̷̛̰,̸̗̕ ̶̛̠c̶̪͛a̵̖͝ǹ̵͜ ̸͓͌y̶͖͐o̵̜͗ṵ̴̽ ̵̣͗h̸̦͑ě̸͙l̷͓̑p̵̝̉ ̷̘͝m̴̱͆e̸͐͜ ̸̣͑w̸̧͊i̸̠̅t̷̤͛h̷̢̊ ̸̝̕s̶͙̾o̶̩̐m̸̼̄e̸̯͋t̸͉́h̵̳͐i̴̖̐n̸̘͒g̶̼̕?̷̥̅ ̷̰͛”

That timing is impeccably bad. But then again, it’s not like this Ink can even read multiversal code. As long as Error doesn’t breakdown, it should be fine. I glance at him, he was dangerously close to breaking down, I break the sightlines. “Sure, what do you need from Error?” I wave my hands a black box appears, readable even if you were nearsighted, [They don’t know it’s you yet.] He relaxes somewhat.
“M̴̧̌à̸ͅỵ̸͋b̵̠́e̸̦͠ ̷̧̓i̴̼͝ẗ̸͙ ̵̺̂c̴̠̒a̸͔͗n̸͔͠ ̷̥̾w̶̺̕a̷̮͐ỉ̷͉t̸̤̓,̷̧̽ ̸͚̃ȳ̸̙ő̶̫ú̶̟ ̷̖̄s̵͙͐ẻ̶̘ȩ̷̿m̴̻̏ ̶̡̄b̶͉̏u̴̢͗s̵͕̐y̸̯͗.̸̨̉”

“Sure, I’ll come find you later and ask about it.” Then he hops away. I glance back at the group. They had just finished pulling out some sort of scanner. Heh, that won’t work now. The Physics of my Doodlesphere are purposefully made different.

“That was our Error!” The other Ink exclaims, excited.

I glance at him, “Why do you assume that?”

“He feels familiar!” I give him my best deadpan expression.

“Isn’t that just because he is An Error? There is no guarantee he is yours.” I reply, shrugging. I mean, Error felt familiar to me at first too, but that is simply because he was of the same type.

Sci spoke up, or well, their multiverse Sci. “With the scanners not functioning correctly Ink there is no telling if that really is our multiverse Error or not.”

He sulked. Do I ever sulk? I don’t think so. “Why are you even looking for an Error?”

“It turns out the one in our universe was an integral part of the code, our multiverse is experiencing a cascade effect, and we don’t have much time to save it!”

I glance at Ink, “What do you intend to do if your Error doesn’t want to go back with you?”

“We just capture him then, we just need his presence.”

My deadpan gets stronger. “You are an idiot if you think that is enough. They would have to destroy a couple of universes to restore the balance, or you would just be cosigning that Error to die with your multiverse.”

They froze. “What do you mean?”

I grab my skull. “Alright… how can I explain this.” I wave my brush, making a model of a universe. “This is a representation of the universe.” I waved my brush again, making several appear. “This is what happens when they collide with each other.” I showed their collapse and destruction. “Now I will show you what a destroyer does.” I recreated the scene, and then I swiped at the universe that was going to collide with the other universes, and the collapse didn’t happen. “That is only the barebones job of a destroyer. And your thinking that you can just lock them up and what is happening to your multiverse… will just miraculously stop? So I will ask again, are you an idiot.”

Everyone’s eyes were on Ink, and he started to sputter, and then proceeded to accuse me of being brainwashed by Error. No one was believing him. Error himself may have not been extremely credible, but the difference here is that I was another Ink. Then Ink attacked me. I bound him in a matter of seconds. He was good at fighting yes, but I wasn’t terrible either, and I was more knowledgeable on our abilities. I glanced at the others. “Anyone else going to attack me?”

They backed off. “Come on, I’ll take you to my guest house for now. If you find your Error I wouldn’t think about kidnapping them, I would just try to convince them to help you out. If your other universes are big enough, the residents of the destroyed universes can escape to them. That is if your Error still cares about any of the residents in your multiverse.” I then take them to the guest house. I quickly made a new one so Dream wouldn’t get overwhelmed. I might actually need to make a gathering hall soon.

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“By the way, Error, What did you need?”

“̴I̶ ̵w̵a̵n̴t̴e̷d̶ ̵t̷o̷ ̶a̵s̵k̸ ̶i̸f̴ ̴y̵o̵u̵ ̸c̵o̸u̴l̸d̷ ̴m̶a̶k̸e̴ ̵m̴e̶ ̴s̴o̶m̵e̸ ̵f̵u̷r̷n̴i̴t̷u̴r̶e̷.̸ ̷A̸l̸t̷h̴o̷u̷g̴h̴,̷ ̸I̶ ̶h̸a̴v̴e̷ ̶a̷ ̴f̸e̸e̴l̵i̶n̴g̸ ̴i̶t̵ ̵w̷o̵n̵’̶t̷ ̵b̴e̸ ̴n̵e̸e̸d̵e̵d̶ ̴a̸n̸y̴m̷o̶r̴e̶.̷ ̵A̷r̷e̵ ̶y̷o̵u̷ ̶h̶e̵r̶e̸ ̸t̶o̶ ̴s̸e̴n̷d̵ ̴m̵e̸ ̶b̶a̸c̴k̷?̵”̸

I shrugged, “Up to you. I can handle the deaths of thousands. I don’t have the soul to feel guilt, but the question is, can you handle it? By leaving that multiverse to its Fate you are dooming millions more than if you had worked as a destroyer.”

Then he began to cry. “̴I̷ ̷c̷a̶n̸’̸t̶ ̶h̸a̸n̶d̶l̶e̷ ̴i̴t̷!̴ ̸I̵ ̷c̵a̷n̸’̴t̶ ̷e̴v̸e̸n̶ ̸h̴a̵n̵d̶l̸e̵ ̶w̷h̶a̴t̵ ̷I̴ ̷n̵o̸r̶m̷a̶l̴l̵y̴ ̵d̸o̶ ̴I̷n̸k̸,̴ ̷I̸ ̶d̴o̷n̵’̵t̵ ̷w̵a̷n̶t̷ ̸t̴o̷ ̷d̶o̵ ̴i̷t̸.̸”̷

I stared for a minute and sighed. “Then don’t. I’ll take care of it.”

"̸H̵u̴h̵?̶"̵

“Don’t worry, they won’t bug you anymore. Relax a bit. Consider it a retirement of sorts. I’m going to go talk to them. See you later.” Then I went back to the new guest house.

“Ok, listen up. I’m sending you back home.”

“But what about Error, without him, there will be no home to go back to!”

“He’s not coming back, I’m going to go with you to fix things once, a last chance of sorts. Then you're on your own. Other Ink, write this down. No more creating universes, ideas are fine, just as long as you don’t turn them into a universe. I’m only doing this once.”

The Dream I’m allied with approaches, “What about here?”

“If this place can collapse with only a few days of my absence, why did I work so hard Dream.”
He nods at me. I wave my brush. My vials burst open as I use high intensity magic. Then I wave my brush once more, opening a gateway into their universe. “Come on let’s go.”

A few minutes later I had migrated everyone back to their own multiverse's doodle sphere. Unlike my universe the sketch room didn’t have an actual representation of their home universes. So I’d have to take a more exoteric approach at this. I jumped into the Anti-Void. It was the best place to view the multiverse. It is extremely crowded. But this is a rather simple fix. Conversion was a fast and easy thing to do, all I needed to do was swipe once, and then suddenly thousands of copies turned from simple copies, into possible timelines of one original universe. Do that a couple hundred times and bam. I reduced the universes by 70% and slowed down the cascades. Next, locate the cascading verses. Then, destroy those before the cascade spreads, and done. It’s remarkably easy to destroy a universe when you know how it is built. Now to destroy the No Hope universes, basically universes where there is no happy ending, just misery for everyone involved, and done. This multiverse is now stable and I’ve just killed trillions of people. Eh, they were going to die anyways I just made it painless.

I jumped back into the Doodlesphere. Ink was looking at me with hate. Must have taken one of his vials. I swing my broom, sending blue ink at him, nullifying the hate with sadness. “It is done. Reaper Sans!”

“Yes?”

“Go collect the souls. You got a lot of work ahead of you.”

“You destroy my universes, but you aren’t willing to destroy your own aren’t you!” This multiverse Ink, I glance at him.

“I create at a slow pace compared to your own spree, but I have destroyed my own universes before. Sometimes I made a mistake, or I created too quickly and threatened the balance. I will probably do so again in the future. I don’t learn from my mistakes after all, can’t really help the memory problem. Even though I try. I try my best to not have to destroy, but make no mistake, if it is needed, I will do so.” Then I hopped back into my multiverse.

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Nightmare hasn’t been having a good time. For a long time. First off, his universe had collapsed. After that fool of a creator decided he had enough, and personally pushed off Error into the void. Which brings us to now, no destroyer. Only the creator. Ink. Or at least this version of Ink. Was basically the same soulless being, but more competent at his job. Nightmare had to admit to that after the third corrupted universe had seemingly been revived. Ink was powerful, even the addition of Blue and Black wasn’t enough to fight against them. They were able to fight solo against them, even when they were fighting him six on one. He didn’t make jokes or ask questions when he fought, he was emotionless and ruthless. 

But even then, Nightmare believed he could have beaten this Ink, if it wasn’t for Dream. Dream, after everything Ink had done, had sided with this universe's Ink, why should he care about brotherly feelings when his own brother had betrayed his trust again and again. But, Then 404 came along. Ink’s little pet. With Dream and 404 working together it was nearly impossible to advance out of their own universe, and when Ink came and joined? It was utterly impossible. But luckily his boys were fine, and surviving. They weren’t starving and they were living well, despite everything that happened. 

But unlike their old multiverse, they were contained within a single universe. Ink may not come into this universe, but that doesn’t mean they can’t. Nightmare hated the feeling of powerlessness, and in front of this Ink? That is how they felt. Powerless. But what could they do? They couldn’t win in a fight against him, and they were basically quarantined. 

Then someone came to visit.

“ERROR!” 

“N̸o̸t̸ ̸y̶o̶u̷r̵ ̵E̵r̶r̵o̵r̷,̶ ̷s̴o̷r̷r̸y̶.̵ ̴”

Blue froze. Their excitement dampened slightly. 

Nightmare spoke up, “ What are you here for.” He could tell that they weren’t his Error. 

“W̸e̸l̴l̶.̴.̷.̶ ̴I̶n̴k̷ ̸t̷o̷l̶d̴ ̵m̵e̶ ̸a̷b̵o̷u̷t̶ ̷y̵o̶u̸ ̴a̴l̷l̶,̸ ̶a̶n̵d̴ ̷I̸ ̴d̷e̶c̸i̵d̶e̴d̴ ̷t̸o̶ ̷v̵i̶s̵i̶t̶.̸”

“So you are allied with him? The Creator?” Nightmare asked, frowning. 

“I̷.̶.̶.̵ ̴d̵o̴n̴'̸t̴ ̶k̷n̶o̴w̴.̷ ̸I̷ ̴h̸a̵v̸e̸n̸'̷t̶ ̴b̷e̸e̵n̴ ̵i̷n̴ ̴t̴h̶i̶s̵ ̷u̶n̵i̶v̸e̵r̴s̴e̸ ̶l̴o̵n̴g̸,̷ ̷o̸n̸l̸y̸ ̶a̷ ̵c̸o̵u̶p̶l̴e̷ ̵m̴o̷n̵t̸h̸s̴.̵ ̶H̷e̵ ̴i̸s̸n̴'̵t̷ ̶o̴v̷e̶r̷l̵y̵ ̴h̶o̷s̵t̴i̵l̶e̶ ̴t̴o̴w̸a̵r̵d̵s̵ ̸m̸e̷.̶”

“ That will likely be temporary. Ink’s aren’t trustworthy.”

“A̵n̵o̸t̸h̵e̷r̸ ̷I̸n̵k̵ ̷c̸a̶m̶e̷ ̸t̸o̸ ̵t̸h̴i̴s̴ ̸m̴u̶l̵t̷i̷v̴e̴r̸s̶e̷,̸ ̶t̶h̶i̴s̵ ̴I̴n̷k̵ ̸h̵a̷d̵ ̵t̸h̸e̸ ̷c̷h̸a̴n̶c̶e̵ ̶t̶o̵ ̵m̸a̵k̸e̵ ̴m̵e̴ ̶g̷o̶ ̷b̴a̷c̶k̶.̶ ̶H̴e̴ ̶a̵s̷k̵e̸d̴ ̸m̶e̴ ̵i̵f̸ ̸I̴ ̶w̷a̸n̸t̵e̶d̸ ̴t̶o̴ ̵g̴o̷ ̶b̵a̵c̶k̵,̴ ̶a̴n̶d̵ ̸w̵h̶e̴n̵ ̵I̸ ̸g̵a̴v̶e̵ ̷h̸i̶m̴ ̶m̷y̸ ̷a̸n̵s̶w̵e̴r̴ ̸h̴e̴ ̸s̴a̷i̸d̷ ̷h̸e̷ ̵w̴o̷u̷l̶d̵ ̸d̸e̶a̷l̶ ̵w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶i̶t̶,̶ ̷a̴n̴d̸ ̵l̶e̴f̴t̵.̸” Error stopped for a few moments, “T̵h̴a̴t̷ ̷w̴a̷s̶ ̷a̵ ̷m̷o̸n̴t̸h̷ ̸a̷g̸o̵.̷”

Nightmare froze, thinking about it. Could they have been wrong? Truly? Maybe. But what if this alternate Ink let them down once more. “Let’s go talk to Dream.” Nightmare opened a portal to a random AU. In moments Dream and 404 were there, weapons at the ready. “Where is Ink.”

“He’s a bit too busy to be bothered by you Nightmare. How about you go back?” 404 was basically rearing to attack. 

Nightmare kneaded his skull. “We just want to find out what Ink did about the other Errors visitors?”

“They left, are you happy?”

Then a splash of paint appeared, and this multiverses Ink walked right out of it. Then he glanced over. He deadpanned to Nightmare. “Are you trying to cause trouble.”

“I̴͕͊ň̸̞k̵͕͊!̶̠̅ ̸̔͜Y̶̹̔ọ̵̓u̷͔͊'̴̪͊r̸̻̍é̶͇ ̴̛̙ö̵͕k̵͊͜ä̴͍y̶̡̿?̴͎̂”

He glanced over at Error. “Of course, Why do you ask?”

“Y̵̟͠ơ̶͉u̴̥͆ ̸͖̐l̶͓̊ȩ̶͂f̸̲̏ț̵̕ ̵̺͐s̸̡̔ȏ̴̟ ̵̀ͅs̷̮̒u̶̱͆d̴̤̎d̵̪̎è̵̝n̷͕͛l̷͖͝y̵͈̿,̵̺̅ ̴̧̀I̵̛͖ ̵̡̉d̷͊͜í̴̟d̶͓̈n̵͕͆'̷̱͝t̸̢̍ ̷̦͝k̸͔̎n̸̖̓ȯ̸̳w̶͉̏ ̶͓́ẉ̴̄ĥ̶̗a̴͓͝t̷͈́ ̸̙̋ý̸̟o̶͔͝ų̷̏ ̷͈͛ẇ̶ͅe̸̳͆r̶̰̉e̸̺̕ ̵̘̃ḡ̵͇o̴̗͆i̵͇͗ñ̸̡g̶̥͆ ̸̹̒t̵͙̑o̸̹͋ ̶̱̓ḑ̶͆o̴̟͒.̶͔̒”

“Ah, well, It’s simple, I took your role as the Destroyer for a few days and fixed their situation. Although they are on their own from this point on. With any luck, that other Ink will keep himself under control.” 

“S̵̮̑ỏ̶̟ ̷̨́Ñ̶ͅi̵̠͛g̸̪̊h̴̲̏ṱ̵͠m̴̩̋ȧ̶͈ř̵ͅè̸̩ ̵̺͐a̵̼͑n̵͇̆d̵̢̎ ̵̟͒ť̷͉h̵̙̏ë̴̮́ ̸̦̎ò̴̗t̶̖̐h̷̝́e̸̫͌ȑ̵̠s̵͉̋?̸̣͝ ̶̼͋T̴̯̃h̸͉͝e̸̖̐y̸̞̎ ̷̢͒a̸͓͋ȓ̴̫e̵͕̓ ̴̫͠f̶̝̆i̶̧̍n̵͒͜é̷̳?̸̠̏” 

Ink shrugged, “I don’t know. Didn’t think to check for that.”

“Ó̵͜h̶̡̐.̸̬̾”

“Ink, I’d like to discuss a truce.”

“I refuse.”

Nightmare’s eye sockets widen. “What?”

“I need to keep the number of inter-universal travels to a minimum. If there is a truce you’d have free reign to travel my multiverse, I can’t have that. Dream is enough trouble as it is.” Ink said, brandishing his brush.

What was Nightmare thinking, this Ink was no different. He didn’t even spare, Dream. “I see.”

“Shouldn’t we atleast hear them out Ink?” Dream asked. 

Ink glanced at Dream. “Dream, how many ripples do you think your traveling alone causes?” 

“I… don’t know.”

“Thousands. Same with Nightmare and his Gang. Error at least doesn’t let himself be seen, and he causes the least amount of ripples, even with his pilfering of Underfells chocolate supply.” Error sputtered at this. “I do not need a group of multiversal entities going around unchecked. It causes too many problems to ignore.” 

“What if we don’t leave my domain? Would you agree to a truce then?”  

Ink blinked. “Most likely, although I don’t imagine you will stop visiting Underswap and Farmerstale.”

“You understand us so well.”

Ink thought for a moment, “If you agree to stay out of the other universes, excluding Underswap, the Omegatimeline, and FarmersTale. I’ll agree to a truce.”

“Omegatimeline?”

“They fell from another universe, I’m having to make regular trips to drop off rations for them, and I’d rather put someone else in charge of that.”

“Fine. A truce then?” Nightmare held out his hand. 

Ink approached and shook it, “A truce then.”

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"What's the huzzah my radical broski!"

Fresh… the virus. My every instinct is screaming to eradicate them from existence. Unfortunately, the odds of me successfully removing them are low. "What is it you want virus."

"Just seeing what your like while I got the time my broski."

I sigh, I figured out what he meant quickly. He was going to try and use me as the new host. He made to grab me, I didn't fight off the grab. Instead once he grabbed me my own personal defenses activated… and I had captured Fresh. I caught the Classic Sans body as they fell to the ground, a swipe of my broom and they were all patched up.

This one was from the other multiverse, and they were on their last legs. I can see why Fresh targeted me, I had limited their options to those they would rather not possess. I brought the Sans to the guest house while I took the parasite into my special AU. ComputeTale.

A large skeleton greeted me. "Ink! How are you doing today!"

"Same as always Papyrus. Got a task for you if your up for it."

"No problem. What do you need?"

I pull out Fresh from my body. Compute!Papyrus nearly jumps out of his metaphorical skin. "This is Fresh, I need you to change him from a parasite to a normal monster or human as quickly as you can."

"Uh. No problem. Although… don't you normally just destroy viruses?"

"In this case, destroying Fresh would cause more problems than solving them. Although, I could probably deal with it. It is best if we try this first at least. It's not like you have anything else to work on since everyone got to the surface." I place Fresh into a stasis jar. He couldn't survive out in the open for long. "If you succeed, contact me."

"No problems… are you going to visit more often?"

"Maybe. I have had a lot more free time since 404Sans was created. So if I remember I will pay you a visit in the future." Papyrus once more looked enthusiastic.

I bid him farewell before returning to the Doodlesphere. Compute!Papyrus was leagues more intelligent than Sci!Sans. Unfortunately his Sans passed away. Surprisingly enough, I had nothing to do with it. In fact that is one of the reasons we knew each other, I was investigating Compute!Sans death. Since he died way earlier than when he was originally supposed to. But… it was his own choice and I brought him back five times before I gave up. He just… didn't want to stay in that world. Ever since then, Compute!Papyrus had been treating me like his Sans, because I was the one that had to take care of him from a young age. I will admit, I wasn't the best caretaker and I left him alone a lot. But I made sure to at least feed and teach him things. So while I may have been gone for hours at a time, I would still be back to feed and take care of him.

Now then… what was I doing? I forgot to make a note of it. Might as well make sure I make a note to visit Compute!Papyrus again in the future. There we go, and now I am getting feedback from Fellswap. Well, let's go see what is going on.

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The Classic Sans was miserable. Best way I could explain it. Almost suicidal as well, his universe was gone, he had been possessed by a virus for years and his soul was extremely cracked. He would often just hold on to me while I worked, since he didn’t like staying away from me for long. According to the psych books I read, This Sans was treating me as the ‘safe’ space. The anchor of sorts. I can’t remember what I did with Fresh. I did notice I had a note saying to visit ComputeTale for Papyrus, I went and checked my notes on who that was, and apparently they were a child I adopted years ago? With any luck I will remember again soon. Hopefully I didn’t do anything to compromise the Bloom Project. I can’t have anything interrupting my plans after all.

Catching up on everything I had done was rough though, I almost went and attacked Nightmare when I saw them traveling to the Omegatimeline, till I found my notes on the truce. Error existing now is quite interesting too. I’ll have to go see what they look like. I wonder what they look like? I suppose it doesn’t matter, it’s not like we would interact much anyways, Errors are likely to be hostile towards me. 404 was surprising. I didn’t have any notes on his existence, so I wasn’t expecting him to show up in front of me. I found his notes within his coding so at least I didn’t attack him. He did not like that a Classic Sans was sticking to me like glue though. He was consistently glaring at Classic.

I imagine Nightmares group will likely pay me a visit soon, which is going to be confusing, cause I have no clue where Fresh is. Ah, it will be fine. I’m strong enough to deal with any troubles, I think. I have to study on how to use my abilities from my notebooks in a secret area of the doodlesphere, so currently even though I’m working, I’m mostly just taking notes on what’s going on in the universes. Scanning for changes and such as well as seeing if there are any details I missed.

I also finished DragonsTale, bringing it back. It’s an AU I spent a long time on. So it's best if it is still around. Unfortunately I couldn’t work more on the Bloom Project. As several more AU’s were required for me to put that in action. With how slow my multiverse expanded compared to the other multiverses around? Well, I couldn’t put that plan in action for some time. Would be another couple of years. Before I accomplished it, especially since I have to leave room for at minimum three universes in case another universe falls down. At Least the Omegatimeline fell here, that saves me some time. It is one of the important parts of Project Bloom. I just have to finish turning it into the gear for the next piece of the project. But I will have to wait to do that, since Core!Frisk resides there, and their ability to peer into the code, well, it would cause trouble. While I know it will be a success, others will not be so willing to try something that risky.

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The Omegatimeline, once a safe place from Error, Destroyer of Worlds, had changed overtime. When it was made public that Ink, their creator, their PROTECTOR? Had caused the end of the multiverse as they knew it. They were not happy. A feeling of betrayal had perforated across the timeline. But in the end, they had fallen to a new multiverse. Most of the occupants had attacked the new Ink that appeared on sight, but that Ink was completely unphased as they simply jumped out of the universe, and locked it from the outside. They were running low on supplies when suddenly, Ink appeared with another Sans, one covered in numbers. Dropping off a bunch of supplies. Before disappearing. Then, after a few months. Ink stopped coming. Instead 404 dropped supplies off. The occupants were able to learn a bit about this new Ink, from him. But only a little bit, they learned that Ink was constantly busy. All the time. Running across from universe to universe to maintain them. Then, they learned that Nightmare’s Gang had built a truce with the creator.

So… Core!Frisk had decided to pay the creator a visit. Regardless of how much chaos that could potentially cause. They glanced at Ink, they were in a unique space built in BlockTale. A strange AU where everything had a blocky aspect to it. Ink glanced back to Core!Frisk.

“Frisk. What do you want?”

Core!Frisk looked at them. Ink had always called them Core, regardless of what they said. Why was this one different? So they asked them.

“Why do I address you as Frisk instead of Core? Well, it betrays the original intent. From what I know, for all intents and purposes you are a Frisk. Same with the multiple Sans, Undynes, Toriels and Papyrus’s in the Omegatimeline. Regardless of the nickname, you are all fundamentally based around a concept.”

Core!Frisk asked what they normally based them around.

“Well… it’s a bit harder to explain. Simply because there is a lot to go about. You, or well, Frisk. Is designed to be a vessel.”

They tilted their head.

“You are basically meant to be a way for the Player to interact with the world, for the short time period that they can. Chara guides them while Frisk acts as the Players body until they reach the ending timeline.”

Core!Frisk shivered with disgust. Asking why.

“Well, if a Player tries to interact with a world without a vessel… well, it just straight up collapses.” Core!Frisk looked into Ink’s eyelights, trying to see if they were lying. “Yeah, being honest here. If a Player manages to interact with a universe, if there is no way to focus their intent they will simply collapse the place due to the incompatible nature. Unless their physical soul or body was brought into the plane they would cause the collapse simply because there was no way for them to interact with the universe. So they are given a period to explore, before they are booted out of the universe back home. They can basically replay that universe as many times as they want, locked in the same choices again and again. Till they leave.”

So these players are inherently evil?

“Of course not. No one is truly the same. These Players, well, they have no clue what they are doing. Most of the time they aren’t even meaning to join an actual universe. Instead, they try to play a simple game for themselves. To be honest, the act of them connecting to a universe is stupid enough. One day I’ll fix it completely. For now, I just got to deal with it.”

Ink glanced at Core!Frisk. “Alright, I got to get back to work. I’d rather get this done quickly so the Sans won’t wake up and panic.”

They glanced back at Ink when they left. He was manipulating and examining the code with practiced ease. Taking notes in a small little notebook on his side. They asked a question before they left.

"No, a Frisk is meant to be a temporary body at most. Players aren't meant to stay that long. This way Frisk can go live their normal life without issue. A Dust scenario can only be accomplished if a creator intentionally inflated the number of resets or the Frisk and Chara chose to do it themselves."

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I have a visitor.

The Sans at my side is tense. As we stare into the glitching form of a Frisk. 

“Hello.”

They tilt their head at me. “[How did I get here?]

I blink, they sound rather similar to Error. Then I shrug. “The void. VoidTale is rather close to it, it seems you probably fell from one the other multiverses… What’s your name?”

They stand up, they are dangerous. I can feel it. “[Erasure. So you're the Ink of this universe huh… it’s small.]”

I shrugged as I started to examine the code, so I can return this person back to their multiverse. “Yeah, not a lot of room. I have to do a lot of work. I suppose I don’t have to introduce myself since you know my name. What do you remember before you ended up here?”

They shrugged. “[I was injured. So I decided to rest a bit. I wonder how long I was asleep?]”

That’s not right, they should be a corpse by now. HP 0.0000000001/9e9r9r99or99. How are they even moving around, their soul is legitimately a shard? I may not necessarily need a soul due to the existence of my spirit. But still that is going to some extreme lengths if they aren’t a god… And they are. What the hell is a True God of Destruction? What is there a evolved form of Error I missed? 

They swung in the air, and I saw the code simply split apart as a portal opened…. And now they are in the anti-void. I looked for their multiverse, I already had a trace, I just needed to figure out which of the five this one came from. Found it. Good it’s not… why the hell is that multiverse so big? I could fit ten times my current universes into that one. I shook my head, I shouldn't envy other multiverses. Heh, I have shown more emotion in the last few minutes than I should have been able to. There is something familiar about Erasure. Extremely familiar. I open a portal to the anti-void.

“Are you sure you should follow them?”

I glance at the Sans sticking to me. “Of course Sans. After seeing that I have to send them back to their multiverse. Quickly.” 

He muttered as he followed me. I glance at the cabin I had created. On the porch was Error and Erasure… sharing chocolate. I come to them. Erasure looks at me. “[What do you want?]”

“To send you back.” I could tell they hadn’t planned on leaving.

“[Back huh, do you even have a way to travel between multiverses?]”

I wave my broom, my vials burst open as a gateway is created. “Here you go.”

They stood up. Then they glanced into my eye sockets. “[You are frightened by me.]”

“Not likely. I am wary though. Someone of your power shouldn’t be here.”

“[I suppose that is true. I also got to get back to my job as well. After all. I have no idea how long it has been.]”

“Yeah… Goodbye.”

They then sprint through the portal. Waving farewell at Error. 

“T̷̝̾h̶͙́e̸̪͌y̸̙̒ ̷̯͛s̸̰̈e̵̼̽e̶̡͑m̶͍͋ê̴̱d̴͇͋ ̵͉̑n̷͉͠ȋ̸͕c̷̪͝e̸͔͝.̷̱̔”

I shrug, “Don’t be fooled.” The gate closes. “They would easily and willingly kill everyone around them if needed.” 

“H̸̘̅ǫ̷̒w̷̤̔ ̸̥̓c̴̹̄a̵͈̎n̴̠̈́ ̷̘̋y̵̩͝ȍ̸̧ŭ̷͎ ̶̛͙ṯ̴̅e̴̜͆l̵̹͛l̴̼͠?̷̮̓”

“A feeling.” They really feel familiar to me. Stupidly familiar. “I don’t know if I would win if we had fought.” I glance back at Error. “Regardless it is dealt with now. I suppose I should check on you since I’m around. How are you doing Error?”

“R̸̢͑e̶̱͛ã̸̝l̴̺͠l̶̛̼y̶̹͋ ̸̜͗w̵̹̓ē̴̪l̸̤̈l̴̜̽,̵͕͝ ̵̲̓w̸͍͊o̷̡͌ů̶̦l̶͚̋d̴̲̆ ̵͔̒ŷ̴̩o̶̦͆ǔ̶̯ ̶̥̌l̴̬̉i̸̝̚k̷̩͆e̶̥̒ ̶̝̈́ș̶͝o̷̭͛m̸͎̀e̷̍ͅ ̸̥̐c̶͙̈́h̶̏͜o̶͖̔ć̶̠ơ̷͇ĺ̵̳a̸̦̕ṱ̵̏ė̷̻?̵̺͂ ̷̜̋Ḯ̷̫ṭ̵̐'̸͚͠s̸̥̈ ̷̙̂a̷̛̟ ̴͓͛n̴̺̆e̴̜͐w̶͈̔ ̵̟̊t̷̼͂ẏ̴̜p̴̦̆é̴̝ ̷̱̒d̸̤́e̸̢͒v̴̹̋é̷̡l̶̜̓o̴͇̅p̵͇̎e̸̊͜d̵̢̾ ̸̺͑f̷̻̉r̶̛͔ö̵̥́m̶̫̀ ̴̱̏t̸͇̉h̶̛͖ẻ̶̗ ̵̗̿O̶̹̎m̵̳̈e̵̪̐ḡ̴̼a̵̫̅t̸̘̿i̶̜̿m̵͚̃ẹ̴̑l̶̯͐ȉ̶̯n̴͔̂ḙ̷̽.̶̺͒ ̸̠̓I̴̻̓ẗ̸̬'̸̻̈́s̷̢̉ ̵͇̈́r̴̅ͅè̸̙a̶̘̓l̶̡̈l̴̦͆y̶̟͂ ̷͈̔g̵̠̀ô̷̹o̶̮͝d̵̞̊.”

I shrug, before taking a seat. “Yeah. I’ll try it.”

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Large chance there won't be any chapters tomorrow. I am cleaning house all day tomorrow.

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Intertwining Erasure's world with this one wasn't a good idea, I'll be reworking this story and Erasure's story later as I'm starting to update on this site once again when I'm not gaming or drawing. The rewrite will be extremely similar to this one, but changed to make more sense.

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