Inktobertale 2022 : Compilation of novels

29th of October : Sugarcoat

Sometimes creators do not realize the power they possess. A simple thought of theirs is enough to end infinite lives. What is to them a minimal decision could change the fate of the entire Multiverse. One time, someone dropped a few drops of paint, and a worthless brush. The consequences were unfathomable.

This is not what this story is about. But it is quite close to it.

Once upon a time, a very angry creator. A person who had just gone through a very bad day. They were filled with disillusions and bitterness. So they grabbed eraser and corrector pens and tape, and unleashed their wrath upon their work. Tens of papers filled with concepts, mechanics and sketches. Their very own little universes. But of course, with hands shaking with anger and pain, you quickly lose your grip.

And the objects they had in their hand entered the Multiverse.

Now let's watch that from another perspective, alright ?

Sans got out of his house with his brother. Another great day was starting ! Birds singing, flowers blooming, snow getting snowier by the day, everything was perfect ! As usual, he spent a few hours doing sentry duty, exchanged jokes with the old lady behind the door, then by noon, he teleported to Hotland, took a sip from a bbq sauce bottle, and started selling hot-dogs. And when  no client was coming, he'd just apply dye to the lens of his telescope for future pranks, and fry some snow. Then, he'd spend the evening at Grillby's, go home to find his brother, read a bedtime story to him, and off to bed !

Sans got out of his house with his brother. Another good day was starting ! Flowers blooming, snow getting snowier by the day, everything was great ! Of course, Sans wondered where the birds went, but he assumed they'd just gone to some hotter place and shrugged it off. As usual, he spent a few hours doing sentry duty, exchanged jokes with the old lady behind the door, then by noon, he teleported to Hotland, took a sip from a ketchup bottle, and started selling hot-dogs. And when no client was coming, he'd just apply dye to the lens of his telescope for future pranks, and fry some snow. Then, he'd spend the evening at Grillby's, go home to find his brother, read a bedtime story to him, and off to bed !

Sans got out of his house with his brother. Another day was starting ! With the snow getting snowier by the day, everything seemed to be pretty good ! Although, curious reports had been made, of trees in the Snowdin forest disappearing, and people going back into the forest and not coming back. To Sans, this was no source of worries, probably just some misunderstanding. As usual, he spent a few hours doing sentry duty, exchanged jokes with the old lady behind the door, then by noon, he teleported to Hotland, took a sip from a mustard bottle, and started selling hot-dogs. And even though sometimes no client would show up, he'd just spend that time applying dye to the lens of his telescope for future pranks, and fry some snow. Then, he'd spend the evening at Grillby's, go home to find his brother, read a bedtime story to him as usual, and off to bed !

Sans got out of his house with his brother. Another day was starting. The snow seemed a bit more... consistent than usual, and the reports hadn't improved. They had, in fact, worsened. Sans also noticed the flowers around the kingdom seemed to lose some of their color. Cold season was early this year ! As usual, he spent a few hours doing sentry duty, exchanged jokes with the old lady behind the door, then by noon, he teleported to Hotland, and started selling hot-dogs. And even though very few clients would show up, he'd just spend that time applying dye to the lens of his telescope for future pranks, and fry some snow. Then, he'd spend the evening at Grillby's, go home to find his brother, read a bedtime story to him, and off to bed ! But that night, Papyrus said something worrying to him. About going into the forest to look for the disappeared people.

This is getting repetitive.

Rince and repeat 7 more days, to get to the interesting part.

Sans thought he had done a good job convincing Papyrus to not go into the forest. To convince the Snowdin population everything was fine. But now, nothing was. What first seemed like an abundance of snow actually turned out to be some kind of disease. Everything was turning blank. The ground, houses, monsters even. And the disappearances were just overwhelming. No monster would go outside anymore, so there was no way to know who was still here or not. No more clients would show up at Grillby's, or Sans' stand, and even the skeleton was now scared of going into the forest for his sentry duty. And now, Papyrus had disobeyed. He had gone into the forest. And even scared like he was, Sans had not hesitated a singled second, to follow his trail.

Everything was blank. The trees looked grotesque, the snow was just one stone-hard carpet under his feet. And the more he progressed into details, the more vegetation, and detail as a whole disappeared. Finally, he reached the deepest point of the forest. And found no one. Only  some weird staff planted into the ground. Sans was terrified. Why was this thing here ? Where was everyone ? Why did only more questions appear in his search for answers ? The answer came, from a voice in his head.

𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪'𝕣𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕖.

𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖.

Sans panicked. Where did this voice come from ?! Had it hurt his friends ?!

𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕.

𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕪 𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕗𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕪 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟.

ℙ𝕦𝕣𝕘𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕪 𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖, 𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕟 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪, 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕖.

𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕠𝕓𝕛𝕖𝕔𝕥, 𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕡𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕒𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕒𝕣.

𝕌𝕟𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤...

𝕌𝕟𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕀 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗.

Sans froze. He realized he had unconsciously started walking towards the staff. The object was grotesque, seemed like a mix-up of multiple fun-sized office supplies. But it was also fascinating at the same time. He approached his hand from it, but managed to stop at the last moment. That was when the voice shattered his hesitation.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤, 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 ❔