"Oh my stars..."
"Is that bad or go-"
"Oh my stars. Multiverses. Infinite multiverses. Everything I've done has been done before. Everything I do will be done again."
"...yes-?"
"Nothing matters. But everything matters! Nothing I do matters! It'll all just keep repeating and done over again and re-done and something new and something old and and and-"
"Ok! Thaaaat's enough of that,"
"What do you mean 'that's enough of that'!? This whole conversation has been done before! Nothing changes! For stars sake, the creators can just go back and fix it! Change it, do it over! Reset, reset, different, reset, reset, reset-"
Aaaand, that's all I have. Sorry, motivation died. But basically, it's a Sans (honestly, probably Ink) having a crisis because he realizes his multiverse isn't alone and there's even more versions of himself that are almost exactly him. I can imagine that wouldn't be fun. Realizing everything you'll ever do is the same as someone else has done...*sigh* Really not fun.
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A Tangled Mess! --Short Story and Drabble Collection
RandomThis is my first time writing here so... hi. Each short is under a category label. If you don't like angst, don't read under that label (and I do, like, hardcore angst sometimes). If you don't want any crack shit, don't read the Incorrect Quotes or...
