Recollections of the dead

Scattered memories. Scattered Words.

[Time: Exactly Five weeks ago]

[Location: Unknown. Where are you?]

The world was big. This was something that very few disputed. The vastness of the Earth was frightening to humans, and even more to the monsters that had only known the underground their whole lives.

The thought of oceans deeper than their understanding- with creatures so unnatural that even monsters themselves found them completely incomprehensible, and the thought of an endless sky- a sky that slowly formed into something called space, which then turned into something unnamed and unventured, was so beyond their naïve understanding, that anyone else may have found it amusing.

Ink was one of these people.

To Ink, the earth was minuscule compared to the grand scheme of things. Ink had seen more frightening creatures than the animals that lived within earth's waters, and Ink had travelled passed what mortals considered the unknown. 

The world was big. This was something that Ink would dispute. The thought of the earth being vast was something Ink thought of as funny, and the small view of existence that the monsters of the underground had was something that- at one point in his life- Ink had been envious of. 

Ink knew of the beyond. He knew of earth- but he also knew of the unaccountable amount of AU's that existed separate from it. UnderFell, UnderSwap, DreamTale, and so many more existed as their own separate identities, untouching and completely unaware of each other.

Well, they would have been. If not for Ink.

He couldn't help himself, okay? It just wasn't fair, how they got to explore beautiful unknown worlds, and talk to one another, while Ink was stuck in his never-ending vast whiteness. There was no need to tell him off- his mother had already done that enough- Ink knew what he did was wrong. He shouldn't of shown the true size of the multiverse to mortals who supposedly couldn't understand it- he knew that. 

But... Can you keep a secret?

Ink didn't regret it.

(Don't repeat that. His mother may hear. And you promised you'd keep it a secret, remember?)

So what if he irrevocably damaged the way the whole multiverse worked? In Ink's valid opinion, he had improved the multiverse. All he did was slightly change one character (person- they were people-) and now everything had so much more life in it.

Sans. The cha- skeleton's name was Sans. Or Dream. Or Blue. Or Fell or Echo or Sci. So many new friends appeared just by changing one slight thing in the multiverse. Nothing important- Ink knew better than that, his mother made sure of that- just a slight tweak, just a slight change in the code.

Really, what harm could come from letting someone break time and space? 

A lot. Apparently.

(Who Knew?)

Ink was young. He was much younger than his mother- and he was usually younger than most of the friends he met, due to a strange mixture of the fact that time worked differently in the white void and that most of their worlds had existed before Ink had. 

His mother liked to say that with age came wisdom. She also liked to point out that Ink had neither of these things. She had always warned him not to touch the multiverse when creating new worlds, as it was hard to control it. Not even his mother, in all her all-powerful strength, could control the being that was their multiverse.

She always warned him to not touch it, lest he accidently made everyone unable to think or something of the sort. He hadn't done that, though his mother didn't seem any less angry because of that fact.