Loving of Stories

Judge, their Children - One-Shot

{Requested by @FlowerDestiny1078.}

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The Multiverse is a vast amount of space. At first. Before the very first Universe was made.

Undertale.

Everybody has heard of the Fallen Children, the barrier, the monsters under the mountain, the choices of the player, and the consequences that follow those who dare. It was just idly among the many that follow of which a being came into creation in a white place that wasn't finished. He was the only one with a soul which he watched as he was the only one to feel.

He waited, oh, how he waited but still, he was alone. He couldn't fully understand why he was alone, why he was the only one the feel in the desolate place alone.

And he was just a child.

He was barely in his 7 years of life of which patience was finally starting to leave him. He grew resentful, hating that he was all alone in an unfinished world. So, in his 7-year-old mind, he decided to destroy his own soul to finally escape the endless cycle of loneliness. But before he could even touch his own soul did he hear a cry, the sound of a child coming into the world.

Everything stopped for him as he looked up with eye lights that gave away easily what he felt.

Uncertainty, hope, weariness, loneliness, shock, and so much more.

He got up carefully as he walked carefully to where he heard the cried to stop as he spotted a child, no, a baby bone was swaddled in a bundle all alone. Their skull was black with their bones ranging from red and some yellow. Blue lines fell from their crying red eye sockets which reached their chin. Their phalanges were tipped yellow then faded to red followed by black. The child was a mix of primary colors and black. They were beautiful and hope all bundled up for him.

He grabbed the baby with care as they stopped crying and he saw their eye lights. Their right eye light was a white dot with the other yellow with an inner blue ring and black dot.

They stared at each other in the eye sockets before the baby smiled gently and giggled without care while reaching for the child as well. That was the final decision for him.

He was keeping the little miracle in his arms for himself.

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Time passed and he figured out a way to get out of his own world with his miracle while finding a wonderful place that was tinted a warm yellow. Islands floated around of which they settled in the center of which he choose a name for them. He dubbed himself Ink and the little one was going to be named Miracle but they only answered to Error, unfortunately. He went with it as they were his little treasure.

Time passed with them growing slow as any child of the skeleton species with Ink finding some paint that he could use to draw with Error figuring out he could use his markings to make strings. Error loved to make a little nest in the air for them to cuddle which he adored to bits. Ink used the paints of first draw twins that reminded him of him and his little miracle. The purple one was him with the golden one being his little miracle. He wrote their story of them guarding the special Tree of Feelings while enjoying life.

When he finished the drawing of them under a tree with golden and purple/black apples the drawing glowed golden and shot up into the air where they hung from a white string. No matter how much he tried to get it down, it stayed stuck at the top. Ink was miffed at that but got over it as Error cuddled for his attention.