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Terror was not a sans. He was a guardian. An immortal creature who, despite everything, would never die. You probably think that he’s a maniac drenched in corrupted magic right? He can’t blame you for your assumption, he is a Nightmare variant after all. But unlike most versions of him, he defeated the corruption. He returned to his original form, though it was now cracked and broken, and missing an eyelight. His tendrils remained, his lower two being tree trunk like in nature while his upper two behaved more like branches, all of them functioning similar to hands. He was rather proud of his appearance, though his height bothers him slightly.
He was a guardian, as he stated before, his job as a guardian was to help guide mortals through their negative emotions. To feel was such a beautiful thing, but his brother didn’t see it that way. Negative emotions were what kept people from being assholes. A world without guilt shame or greif was a world where no one cares about eachother. A world devoid of love. He was encouraging mortals to divulge in gluttony and become selfish, only caring about chasing bliss. So that’s what he became, Bliss. Terror and Bliss, two forces at war, constantly. They would fight over and over again. Terror couldn’t even go exploring without getting an arrow embedded in his spine! So he spent most of his time in his castle, alone. He was an antisocial creature, he enjoyed his time alone, reading, or gardening, watching TV, cooking, baking, cleaning, reading some more, his castle was completely surrounded in assortments of beautiful and vibrant flower’s, his pocket dimension had run out of land to grow more. So he started making bouquets, then he just had a bunch of bouquets. So he got into pottery, and made vases to keep them in. Now they all seemed out of place in his dark castle, so he redecorated. Then the exterior didn’t match the colorful flower field outside, so he fully redid it, got into painting so he could make some beautiful art on the walls, but it was kind of difficult to move around outside with all the flowers so he built in beautiful paths and picnic areas. And had no one to share them with. OH WHO WAS HE KIDDING!? Terror was lonely. For all his life he had been lonley, when he was younger at least he had his brother, now he had no one. No matter how much he tried to fill the time with needless tasks he just ended up with more space that felt so unbearably empty, more useless things yet no one to share them with. FOR FUCKS SAKE HE DIDN’T EVEN NEED TO EAT! This was all so pointless and stupid! The only time he left this awful, empty, quiet castle was to do his job, and that social interaction consisted of people screaming and running away from him as the only soul he ever cared for beats the shit out of him with his little painter friend! Terror couldn’t take this anymore, yet no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t die. He was aware of what he should do to get himself out of this depressive state, of course he did, he had an emotional maturity that transcended human understanding. But unfortunately that also meant he knew just ho truly doomed he was. Bliss had made him out to be a foul demon that would happily devour mortal souls. No one in the multiverse would dare to care for him. Then something odd happened. A mortal began following Dream into battle. What a stupid creature, if Terror was truly the monster he was percived as he would have dismembered the thing by now. But he wasn’t so he simply kept picking him up with a branchy hand, or tendril, and setting him outside the battle field. But the dumbass kept running back into it! If he wasn’t careful he would surly get caught in the cross fire! It was a while before he realized the creature was simply following after Bliss like a lost puppy. He assumed it was simply chasing the gluttony and false joy that followed wherever Bliss went but over time he learned that his brother was keeping the thing around! Well that was stupid, it was just going to die! Then he started comparing it to something he noticed the mortals did, keeping animals with small lifespans around and taking care of them. Apparently it was called ‘pets’ how odd, it was such a waste of time though! But- the research gave his mind something to do, so he dug deeper. That’s when he discovered why they did it, it was for companionship, so they didn’t feel alone! It was brilliant, maybe there was something to be learned from mortals! But animals didn’t live long. How long did dogs last? A measly 30 years! That would barely scratch the surface of his eternal lifespan. So he’d have to get a mortal but how long did they live? 100 at most!? That wouldn’t do. Upon further research he learned that Monster mortals lived twice as long as humans, an improvement. He also learned that if he found one with enough LV it could come close to being immortal. But another problem reared it’s head, no mortal would go near him, much less follow him home and live with him forever. So he’d have to take one, this being said his brother might assume the worst if he found out. So Terror began searching across the multiverse for a mortal that was a Monster, had an extremley high LV and was completely alone in the world. Just like him. Then, at last he found one!