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'The worlds of Undertale, the many au, and copy of them. Have you ever wondered if there was an error? No, not the error you're thinking of," you could hear a gentle laugh that sounded a bit strained in the background. 'I mean one with lovely Ink; he may have many ideas but tends to be forgetful.' A small sigh escaped the person's voice. They rub their forehead as their calloused hand leaves a small mark from the pressure on their head. 'Ink annoys me just thinking about him, so let's just get on with the story.'
Somewhere in the multiverse, Ink was painting the sky. Today, he has been feeling a bit more creative, not wanting to make a copy of another AU he has started to work on. His hands grip the giant wood paintbrush. It looked almost as if the paint itself was a living, breathing being as it flowed into the ground, making the brown wet dirt under his feet. His thought process constantly changed as he wanted to get the bigger picture, so nothing was complete or had the concept that made our world run naturally like a river. There was light but no electricity to make them work. They just did. "Well, work on the reason why, I just want some base." Ink said happily as he started to work on the first being. He painted brush shrinking as he worked on the details. It was going to be a sans. He had the figure down for this sans, but he had only given it some personality. This sans was supposed to be caring, kind, and patient. He had only finished halfway, given his being the concept of speech and reading, natural curiosity, and a few other things, but there was no reason as to why they were there, no memory or reason. Simply put, it was like a robot where the idea did not have a tangible memory yet. He put some simple clothes on the being. In the middle of the painting, Ink felt Dream cry for help as there was another fight over an AU. Normally, he puts the character into a state where they are not alive till he finishes painting, but in a rush, he messed up. The incomplete AU comes to life. Like a bang, bright lights flash as the world comes to life. The color green is for kindness. Cyan flashes for patience. Then blue for integrity. Then orange for bravery. Then purple for perseverance. Then yellow for justice, then nothing, then a giant flash of red for DETERMINATION. The world color continues to scream as if confused and in pain. It could not understand why it was alive. The world kept resetting over and over and over and over again. It hoped that by resetting it, it would work right. The AU screams for help with its bright colors. Its suffering continued for years, the time on its clock infinitely at zero as the sans lay there unconscious, unaware of its surroundings, as he and his world reset over and over. Ink's forgetful self should have held no Conqueses as the world should have never truly started, but as if to show the impossible, the world time moved, not resting after all the times it had. Though the world time finally moved, this did not mean that the world was stable. it could stop working at any moment, but... that is not a part of this story.
Now lays him as his unconscious body lays there. His small form slowly starts to twitch. His skeleton hand moves, finger digging in the damp dirt below as the lush grass seems to move against his arms, causing a stir. The sensation itching him as his soul starts to beat. No clear trait or meaning, not that of a human or monster… seeming to decide what it wants to be. He opens his eyes, a small magic green pupil taking shape. He starts to sit up, confused, as he looks at his hands. He messes with his shorts, which are a pair of khaki brown, dirt on his finger, smuggling them lightly. The stitching on them seems to give off a pair of work shorts that are durable and long-lasting. he looks at his pasty white oversized tee shirt. He decides not to touch it, not wanting the smug to get on it. He rubs his bony hand on the wet grass, getting the dirt off his finger. His thoughts jumbled as he had knowledge but no reason as to why. He felt confused and dazed. He breathes in. "What am I?" he said, unsure but as if he knew. "I am a monster... but who am I?" he drew a blank. He could not come up with a name or any memory to clarify who he was. he finally stopped looking at himself and looked up slowly...
His breathing seemed to stop as he looked shocked, confused, and surprised. The scene before him was both breathtaking and terrifying to the eye. The world is both in order and out of order. He could see open land as far as the eye could see random mountains plotted as if someone dropped them there for no reason. The rivers seem to flow endlessly, and no water source can back them up. Ponds are surrounded by trees, and with trees in them, they are fully alive as if glitched in. A medieval city plot with gravel streets but houses missing, some not even finished but in a way that could only be described as unnatural. Like someone painted them... but needed to remember the rest of the house. He slowly stood up, using his hand to support him off the ground. He took his very first step, but it seemed like he had been walking for years. "I... don't see anyone," he mumbled his voice a soft echo with there being no other thing to make noise or sound. The only sound is him and the water and breeze. He may not have any memory, but as if on instinct built into his SOUL, he walks and walks into the ruined city, looking at the building that seems too clean for a medieval town. The wood looks new and fresh, with no wear and tear. He looks at the random empty plot, walking with no purpose, only on instinct. He walks in front of a big building, one of the few complete ones. He reaches his hand out slowly. The first being to touch this building, his hand slowly tugged the iron door handle as his white bony hand was a bit small against the door handle. The door does not creek. Its hinge is a weird kind of perfect one that should not exist as the building is in the center of this big city. He looks inside to see it well lit, by the stained glass window and lamp that seem to function on magic. He does not yet understand the concept behind them. His eyes scan where his body leads him. It is a vast library full of books and knowledge. He takes a breath, the light reflecting on him a bit. There was no dust in the air. His thoughts jumbled. He thought about what his purpose was in this world. He walks around the library and looks at books, almost scared to pick them up, as if he knows how wrong his world is. He stumbles in the nature section. "I saw some plant; maybe something here can help." his pace of walking slows as his fingers glide over the spine of each book before he stops at the basics of farming. He looks at it before slowly pulling it from the self, being quiet and gentle. It was ingrained in his SOUL to respect the books. He slowly turns the page. The light in his eye grew a bit brighter green. His SOUL trying to find purpose. "the basics to farming…" his soft voice spread around the library as he gently sat on the ground, his back against the library shelf.
Now, in Nightmare Castle, they could hear the smash of a bookshelf as Error let off some steam. His anger boiled as it got the best of him. "Where the fuck is it? Where did it go? I did not even get rid of it!!!" He yelled loudly, unable to stop his anger as he threw some books on the ground. They hit the cold stone floor with a thud. He huffs and pants angrily as he leans against the table, head down. No one dares to walk close but none other than the king and good of nightmare himself. He steps a quiet pit patter down the long hallway to the library. He leans back in on the frame to the library, looking at Error form. He let out an annoyed sigh. He was not the best at comforting, but he hated to see his loved ones in this state. He could feel the negative emotion coming from the other god. "If you're going to break my castle, please... refrain yourself," he said, trying to sound indifferent. He walked closer softly, one of his tentacles gently patting Error's back as he stood beside him. he knew Error was not the best when it came to touch. "You are scaring the other," he said softly. Error let out a sigh escaped Error mouth as he calmed down. His error went away as his anger passed. He hated to say and would never say he appreciated the touch of the other. "sorry..." he was barely hearable. "There was an AU I was trying to find, but it disappeared; no trace in the code can be found. I even asked Ink about it in our fight, and he cannot remember shit!" he said, his voice feeling with anger again as he clenched his fist. Nightmare looks confused cause that was not in his responsibilities as a god. "What do you mean by an AU disappeared? I thought only you could destroy AU," he said as he looked at the other. Error sighed as he tried to calm down, his hand still Trimble in anger, "I am. I could feel this Au was a mess at best terms. Something incomplete trying to force itself to work. But there is a system in place that makes it impossible for me to mess or deal with a new AU or one that is a work in progress, but I could hear it.. the world was begging for help but then stopped. I cannot find its code or even see if it is alive." He looked up Error from starting to relax, but simultaneously, he looked sad, as if he was looking in the distance, trying to find something he could not see or grasp. "There are two options: either that AU got eaten by the void, which I hope, or…. it ran out of the god's control, and the consequences could be horrible." Error's voice trembled in fear. He thought of the worst possible outcomes. He may be the god of destruction, but it was not by choice, and he wished to only cause harm to Ink, who made him like this because of his action. he moved his hand up slowly, and his sweater slid down his wrist slightly as he clasped his hands like he was praying. He did not know who he was praying to but only wished the best fate for this AU. Nightmare watched this scene in silence. His tentacle rubbed the other back gently as he let out a small sigh. He walked away slowly. "I see what I can do, but for now, let's clean this mess up," he said softly. Nightmare called the other as the gang started to work on cleaning up the library.
Now, what is a God? What are they, and how are they? Their existence could be due to multiple factors. Some are born, some are made, and some are worshipped. The main gods at the top are the God of Nightmares, the God of Dreams, the God of Creation, and the God of Destruction. The god who is next to power to them that is both no less and no more remarkable is the King of Gods, Asgore, though he has a lot of power and says he is not in charge of the four main Gods. He is in charge of the less Gods and has power and domain over them. But there is one other way to be a God; it is a challenging but worthy route; it is through one own effort and achievement. Let's see if the seeds will be planted in our character.