Undertale Awakening: Inspired Reality

Ch.4 Getting Reacquainted

 Aster PoV

  My grandparents dropped me off at their house before heading to the pawnshops. I had gone to the living room and I closed the blinds. I sat on the couch and decided to get right to practicing magic. I concentrated on my soul and tried to direct the magic to my hands. I pictured a portal to my room in front of me and tried to have it go there. I continued to concentrate for a while. Then I noticed something pulling on my soul. I ignored it at first but it seemed to be becoming stronger. I decided to stop practicing magic and concentrate on the pull. I notice it seems to be leading out of the living room. I get up and follow it. I walk over towards the kitchen when I stop suddenly to see something, or should I say someone, standing in front of me giving me a glare. I wasn't scared or panicking. My soul told me they were safe.

  "Who the hell are you and what are you doing with those souls?!?!" They exclaimed.

  I feel my soul taking the lead. "Hello Reaper seems your here too." I feel myself say.

  Reaper looks at me in shock and confusion. "Error is that you." Reaper says hopefully.

  "Yes and no. I feel my soul recognizes you and is drawn to you. It tells me your important, but I don't have any memories of our time together. Let's have a talk Reaper and I'll explain what I can." I tell him holding my hand out.

  He looks at my hand for a moment before grabbing on. I lead him back to the living room onto the couch. I sit down and drag him down next to me. Reaper looks to me. "So are you or aren't you Error?" Reaper ask me impatiently.

  "Like I said yes and no. Do you know about the creator's world?" I ask him.

  Reaper takes a moment to process my question before saying, "Shit. I'm in the creator's world aren't I." Reaper states more than asks.

  "Atleast a version of it. I would be considered the creator of Error and quite a few other of what we refer to as OC or original characters. I based all of my OCs off of myself as reincarnations. Essentially making them all a version of me. Most OC are idealized versions of their creators, but mine are literally alternative versions of myself. I don't even really consider myself a creator anymore since my canon is I'm a storyteller acting as a conduit for creativity and inspiration for others. So I don't know if I actually created them or not. For some reason though, everyone with an Undertale OC of some kind is turning into them and the government is gathering them in camps to probably do tests on them." I explain. Reaper gives me a look and then sighs.

  "So basically all the souls your fused with are versions of you and we have to make sure we watch out for your government trying to come after us. Lovely. Please tell me you have a plan, I'm awful at planning." Reaper says.

  "Don't worry Reaps, I already have a plan in motion. I have my human family trading in G for cash and I'm going to go buy supplies once we have it. Then we're going to pick up a friend and meet with some others. I just need to get the hang of portals so I can get to them." I tell him.

  "Are you sure you don't have memories of us? Your acting way to comfortable to not know me." Reaper asks confused at my use of his nickname.

  "I'm sure. The way I'm acting with you is purely instinctual. My soul says your safe and is comfortable with you so I just go with it. I've always tried listening to my instincts, so I'm just doing that." I tell him.

  "I wonder if we could still get you to remember your life as Error. Error had a file with their memories saved into their code in case they forgot again like last time they were trapped in the Anti-Void and made sure to keep it updated. I wonder if your others parts have something like that too." Reaper asks himself aloud.

  "I know a few of them had contingencies like that since I was aware of their stories to a certain point. I'm honestly surprised your not mad or blaming me for Error's life. That seems like the normal reaction." I say while confused, but also relieved.

  "Even if you were to blame for putting Error in their world you don't have control over everything that happens. From my understanding, creators just create the frame of the story. What it turns into is purely up to the beings in it. That is unless a Fate interferes. Fate has the most power over what takes place in a story, but if they were to leave them alone then those in it could do what they want. Your not responsible for anything that takes place. Plus, you already explained your more of a story teller than an actual creator. Plus I knew that Error was originally from the creators world as well, so likely did the same thing you did in making or narrating worlds." Reaper says.

  My soul warms up at his words. I feel my body ripple. Reaper goes from looking confused to shocked. I rapidly continue to warm. I feel my body settle in whatever form it's taken. I start to pant due to my continued increase in temperature. My bones start to tingle with magic. I look to my hands to see they're multicolored red and yellow. I look to Reaper. "ReAp-huff-Er WhAt'S-huff GoInG On?" I asked confused but increasingly concerned. My voice was filled with glitching.

  Reaper seems to sniff the air before cursing to himself. He quickly stands up. "Do you have a room we can get some privacy? Fuck, this is the absolute worst time for this to happen. Not even Error had one yet." Reaper says.

  I get up unsteadily. "Ya- huff My-My GrAnD-huff-PaReNtS HaVe a-a SpArE RoOm We CaN-huff Go In AnD NoT Be-huff BoThErEd. WhY?" I ask uncertainty. My bones were beginning to burn.

  "I need you to trust me. We can't have you out of commission for a week in the situation we're in so we're gonna have to do this the old fashioned way. Do you trust I will keep you safe no matter what and I'll always be there for you?" Reaper asks me.

  I look to Reaper for a moment before smiling and nodding. The action seems to make me even hotter to the point my soul felt like it was on fire. Things begin to go out of focus. "ReApEr-huff, I'm ScArEd." I tell him.

  "It will be ok. I'll take care of you. When you wake back up I'll explain what's going on and we can practice magic. For now just let go and I'll take care of the rest." Reaper says. He pulls me into his arms and I get a whiff of coffee and cinnamon. I whine before everything goes into oblivion.