Ashentale (Discontinued)

Chapter 1

A miscolored, glitched, skeletal hand ran its fingers along ash-covered ruin walls. The hand's host hummed in thought as they ripped open a screen and inspected the code of the world, skimming their tired eyes over the blaring lines of code that they only had the capability of understanding.

They closed the screen soon after, before looking around at the destroyed region once more. An idea popped into their mind, and they decided to voice their thoughts out loud, albeit if only to themselves.

The voice that spoke wasn't one of malice or kindness, but only one devoid of emotion. It was overall quite low, and it warbled up and down in pitches every so often, but the statement that they made was simply a statement.

"нЦн. ௱ΛϤϦƐ ɪ らнØЦŁÐ ƔɪらɪŤ Ťнɪら þŁΛㄈƐ ௱Ø尺Ɛ ØFŤƐЛ."

("Huh. Maybe I should visit this place more often.")

With that, they left the world through a mildly-shifting portal, walking through to a white void that they had no other choice but to call home. As he sat down on the unidentifiable ground of what he called the "Anti-void", he decided to play with the strings that came from his eyes; a forever reminder as of how he had spent the first few years in this damned place.

He, Error (as the voice in his head had dubbed him), was the destroyer of worlds. He was feared by many, and respected by naught but only 1 (of whom was the God of Negativity, Nightmare). He was (technically immortal) enemies with the Creator of Worlds, Ink, and he had been placed in this job by none other than Lady Fate herself.

Of course, he had come to terms with all of this many, many eons ago, just a couple of centuries after the creation of the Multiverse, and just after he had stopped being a crybaby about the entire mess too.

A soft 'ping' rang through his head, signifying that there was another AU that must be put out of its misery. He sighed, putting away his strings and standing up with creaking bones as he summoned a portal with a gesture of his right hand. He didn't necessarily hate his job, per say, but he sure didn't enjoy it either.

The only thought that had made him come to acceptance with the fact that he was decimating thousands of souls each week, was that the AUs that he was "attacking" were already past their time of living. That meant that if he just left them there, they would either collide with other worlds, or fall into the void with all of its souls still existing inside it.

Back to the present, the portal that he had summoned seemed to have transported him to a Birdtale copy. The signs of the AU starting to break on its own were already clearly prominent, with flakes and bits of the terrain already floating up into the sky.

He looked around for a bit, looking to see if any Sans from the "Star Squad" (a group of three sans that Ink had created in an effort to halt Error from destroying the pieces of art and trash that he had thrown straight from his noggin) had appeared , before whipping out his strings and bounding through the world with practiced ease.

Other thoughts were occupying his mind whilst he was almost painlessly ripping apart the souls of every human, monster, and human-monster hybrid that he passed by. Once he made sure that every soul had been put to rest, he teleported outside of the AU to watch it fall into the void and make sure that it didn't crash into any other worlds in the process.

The entire task never seemed to get boring for him, for there would always be some sort of change in each world that he travelled through. One thing that never changed though, was the fact that he went to original Outertale AU every day, at the exact same time. Speaking of which, it seemed like it was time to go at that very moment.

Opening another portal, he set the destination and passed through, his worn sandals soon hitting against the barren rock that made up his favorite cliff's composure. He let out an exhale of relief when his discolored eyelights settled on the familiar, relaxing sight of stars littering the galaxy sky, and he made his way to the edge of the cliff where he usually sat.