Stories of an Ex Forced God of Destruction

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(PattyEnder requested this chapter as well! Let's see how this goes! I own no rights to Minecraft )

Hey, what if Ink just randomly found a Minecraft AU where all of the Undertale counterparts are mobs? And Frisk is an Enderman so they always keep their eyes closed-

Ink flopped over the arm of the couch, groaning dramatically. "I wanna create something!"

Error, who was knitting doll of Fresh, rolled his eyes. How Fresh kept finding them, he didn't know, nor did he want to know why Fresh kept stealing them. He had to have at least 300 of them by now.

He gently lowered the work in progress. "No, Ink. If you want to make a universe, you need to at least make a plan for it. If I think it's good enough, then fine."

Ink's eye-lights turned onto huge stars. "Then what about a universe where the monsters are mere monsters?"

"Oceantale, Mermaidtale, Underfin."

"Oh, yeah, those exist. What about a universe were both monsters and humans are animals, but the monsters are all carnivores and the humans all herbivorous!" Ink suggested.

"Pawtale, WolfN'HoundTale, Underred, Und-" Error started.

Ink cut him off. "Oh, I made those, as well. Uhhh... Have I made a universe where Grillby and Sans's roles were reversed?"

"Yes." Error answered bluntly. He sighed. "Perhaps you should figure out what universes you've already made, before coming to me?"

"But who would known, better than you, what universes I've created?" Ink pouted, giving Error puppy dog eyes.

They were ineffective. "You could always ask Gradient or Pj. Those two have just as much knowledge of the universe as I do."

Ink pulled out his phone. "That's a great idea! We can all hang out together."

"I didn't agree to that."

Ink ignored him. "Message sent! Hopefully they'll turn up soon, and then we can explore the multiverse!"

"When did this become a "we" thing." Error groaned, knowing he had no choice in the matter.

Ink put his phone away and lent into Error's personal space. "Hey, while we wait, what about a universe where Chara never ate the flowers and has a child with- mmphfft?!"

<--- 3 hours later --->

Gradient knocked on the door and waited for someone to open it.

Pj rolled his eye-lights and tried to push past his older brother. "Why bothering for someone to open it? The door's never locked anyway."

Gradient shrugged. "Old habits die hard, I guess? It just seems rude to barge in."

"But they're expecting us?" Pj pointed out.

"Well... it's just..." Gradient trailed off.

"Your a perfect example of never outgrowing shyness, just learning to pretend to be confident." Pj poked at Gradient, smirking.

"Shut up, short stack."

The shorter skeleton gasped in indignation. "I'm not short! I'm just not fully grown, yet!"

"Your 20, Jammy, your not going to get much taller." Gradient noted.