It's been quite a long time since I made an update in my little journal.
But I think it's about time I explained some things that happened in all of the creepy AUs.
I'm not joking; there are so many of them now that the two idiots, ink and error, continue to keep fighting as it keeps growing.
There are too many of them; it's out of hand because now everyone's going around destroying stuff, invading, or straight up abducting people.
I've seen so much of people being turned into puppets and turning on their own families and friends that it's all just hell on Earth at this point.
Oh my kidding, not even hell compares to this because at least sooner or later it stops, but this is a nightmare. No one is or ever will be safe.
You're probably wondering what I mean, so let me cut to the chase instead of stalling and explaining how bad it is at the moment.
All the AUs around recently have had the ability to leave their own place; everybody is going everywhere, and it's causing pure chaos.
Everyone is ripping apart each other's universes over and over as more are made, so do more and continue on.
I'm going to have to intervene sooner or later because there's a reason there's a destroyer.
It's to limit how much is made, and there's a reason there's a guardian to limit how much is destroyed.
But they've been fighting so much that there's been no destroying or protecting, so now it's overcrowded, and since it's overcrowded, no one's protecting the new ones.
So it's an infinite cycle of destroying and rebuilding, with no end to it whatsoever.
I have tried reasoning with them, but I got nowhere with it because they don't trust anyone.
But I can't blame them after all. Would you like to know why they don't trust anybody from around the universe?
Because it's pretty simple, because if you're reading this far, you can probably already guess, and if you can't, let me tell it to you straight.
People are purging and destroying their worlds, and I'm a person who barged in as well to fix it, so they have no reason to trust me.
If you put the rest of it together, you can probably guess that nobody trusts anybody now because of everything.
You know, long ago I was messing around in Underswap, but now nine years have passed and I've gotten to grow up and realise something.
We all hate each other, or we're just greedy for power, or we've just been driven insane by someone screwing with us from the other side because, as you know, we are playthings.
People draw us from paper and then make us do what they want, like a puppet on strings. I'm not the only one who's noticed this.
After all, why do you think so many keep coming so quickly? It's because they keep being made, and as they're made, they make their personalities one of three things.
Critically insane, happy, or super depressed and anxious, and let me tell you, that is not a good mix for a skeleton.
But hey, what right do I have to complain? I am just another one of those creations with a bit more awareness of who I am.
It's why I'm called fragment because I've got a shattered grip on reality and I know things I shouldn't, but I'd rather know than be left in the blind living my life like a puppet.
I think I should finish this page in this journal before I ramble on, so let's just finish with this last word.
I will write down what happened these past nine years and tell you how everything went to hell so quickly.
