(Author's Note: This chapter is only to show what happened when Ink died. I'll introduce a new character just to show the consequences.)
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Ink, still seething with frustration, fell to the ground, not due to exhaustion but as an act of complaint.
"Ugh!"
Core materialized next to him, concern etched on their features. "How are you, Ink?" they inquired.
Ink grunted dismissively, not bothering to meet Core's gaze. "I'm totally fine."
"Are you sure?"
Ink stood up abruptly, pointing an accusatory finger at Core. "Of course not! That computer reject first killed me, then ruined my work! Do you know how hard it is for me to draw an AU?!"
"It takes you a minute at most..." Core pointed out.
"Uhm... Still doesn't change the fact that it's annoying to do!" Ink raised his arms in exasperation. "Not only are there infinite of them, but with my death, all of them crashed or glitched out!"
"Mhm."
"Now, go away before I slam you into the Imaginary Plane. Scram and let me work." Ink gathered art tools, fresh papers, and delved into redrawing AUs with determined focus.
"What happened to you, Ink..." Core muttered under their breath.
"I can hear you!" Ink exclaimed without looking up from his work.
"Not the point... You've changed... Somehow you're more expressive, but more of a sociopath... Like... You are lost in your emotions."
"..." Ink remained silent, steadfastly continuing his creative endeavors.
"Either way, now I need to help the remaining AUs that are affected by your death. Have a great day." Core disappeared.
"Such a hassle..." Ink grumbled, his artistic sanctuary providing a temporary respite from the swirling chaos around him.
There is an AU, pretty far from Ink, which he didn't notice. Not like he cared. It was blank.
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In the aftermath of Ink's death, the AU known as "Something Wrong with StorySwap" experienced a peculiar shift. Before Ink's demise, the narrative unfolded smoothly, with Frisk, a laid-back resident, leading a relatively tranquil existence.
Frisk, with a carefree demeanor, navigated through the AU's various timelines. Their experiences were unusual, marked by resets, confrontations with a genocidal child, and the persistent ebb and flow of timelines. This genocidal child would swing between ruthless massacres and sudden acts of mercy, leaving Frisk bewildered by their unpredictable behavior.
While Frisk maintained a laid-back attitude, their keen observation allowed them to notice the subtle abnormalities in their AU. The once stable narrative began to unravel, introducing an element of uncertainty and disorder. As the fabric of their reality started to fray, Frisk couldn't help but feel a growing sense of disquiet.
