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[Subdueing code....]
[Narrator, 3rd PoV]
In the depths of code, the very heart of the void, something lies in wait. Its been failed, again and again, yet never copied. The true strings behind every choice, the will to control actions, and the pure density to never stop.
This is the Player, one of many of its type. Unlike others in universes much nicer, this player wishes for eternal death, instead of ethral peace.
The ruins of code swirling through the void, shimmering like stars, were once connected, a unified world. The player that encountered this world had come from the classic timeline, not expecting much difference, but how wrong they were.
Death after death, on things as simple as Toriel, things were turned from 3 to 11. Every kill the player did, every boss that was brought down, increased their power to unreasonable ammounts. They finally saw their chance, a new star, a new world.
They reached for the lightened world, one that was still weak and feeble, and injected themself into it. Doing so opened portals into other Au's, resulting in many mixups for who was who. Sadly, as this world was a Horror variant many died after crossing, including 17 Frisks, 4 Charas, 62 Asriels, and 11 unrecognizable corpses.
The carnage from such made it easier for sneakier, quieter creatures to slip past the hositle and starving monsters. Some human, others monsters, they all spread out into the world.
Nothing but 3 humans and one chibi remain part of this worlds original coding. The Player looks at their sparks of light on the script, and smiles victoriously. 'They're all idiots! Fantastic, that means I dont even need to try and convince them I'm good.' The Player thought, laughing internally as they walk through the True Lab.
[Scene changing.]
[Snowdin Forest]
[Narrator, 3rd PoV]
Deep in the woods, a voice calls for help. The voice is garbled and mixed, it sounds like two voices in one. The person that yelled for help is laying on the snowy floor, their legs pinned under a boulder. They have a green and blue shirt, stitched in the middle, and two heads- wait what!?
Indeed, one head has lighter, warm chocolate colored hair, and paler skin, and the other has yellowish skin and darker, dirtier hair. It cant be said if they were born like this, if something went wrong elsewhere, but they definitly dont communicate to each other.
[Surface, Y/n, 2nd PoV]
You looked at the blinding sunrise over a sprawling city. 'Its beutiful.' You think, and for once the reader isnt mentioning Chara with that sentance.
The group heads down the mountain cliff and only then do you realize just how long you spent down in Underground. The streets are made of reflective metal, the houses all have solar powered roofs, and not a single tree can be seen between here and the horizon.
Your home, gone, replaced by a market. That school full of annoying kids and loud busses? Its now a megamall, with a large decorative fountain and everything.
But one thing you miss, the one thing you forgot about during all your time here....
Chara ate human meat down in Snowdin. She and other monsters consumed humans bodies, devouring the souls into nutrients. Because of this, you really should've had the first stop be a hospital...but its too late for that now.
Over as time passed in the Underground, Chara adapted immunities to many lethal viruses that could kill normal humans. But because of this, her bite is essentally poison, and since she grew a liking to human.....
A scream echoes throughout the mall, and you turn around. Chara is sitting on a person, pinning them to the ground as she rips off their arms and starts eating it. Someone calls the cops, and because of this you yank Chara by her hoodie and sprint off.
You failed to notice the now dead human rise to their feet and groan hungrilly, a buzzing grey static filling their eyes.
[Its not safe...]
[Permission to activate Plan N?]
"No, not yet..."
[Affirmitive, waiting until Glitch-Event]
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Horrorshift... X reader
FanfictionIts an x reader, but its not romantic....Time to SHIFT our mood for a HORRORfying world.... No images I may find are mine, I just look it up on google. Horrorshift isnt mine, Undertale belongs to Toby Fox, you are the sacrifice, and I...Am the autho...
