God on a String - [FGoD!Error Sans - Rain World Crossover]

Worm Off The Box

Destiny didn't know what to do. When she felt the disturbance in a Multiverse near her, she just reached her hand and took what had caused it. The small robot was connected to a much larger being, almost everything was metallic ruins, yet still a part of the small one. But now with a clear passage to the home multiverse, she could review the purpose of all that metal and whether she should cut him out of it or find a way to keep it.

And oh, what a wonder she found on the other side.

These 'Ancient Ones' had created GODS to find a way to die without becoming an 'echo', as long as there was water, the only limits they had were those stupid taboos that were imposed to avoid a rebellion, tying them to their 'box'.

Timeline after timeline, she watched these gods live a meaningless existence after their creators abandoned them, keeping their structures up, The Rot, the attempts to find a way out of their continued existence...

And then, Silver of Straw.

Her little creation, this 'Saint', who has the power to bring true death to all of existence, who for countless years had traveled the world 'Ascending' the Iterators, Five Pebbles being the last of them in each timeline.

What had changed in this timeline that, instead of 'Ascending' completely, they took him to the Void Sea, which had been the plan of this little critter before Destiny intervened?

...It didn't matter anymore, the butterfly's wings had fluttered, and Destiny had found something that could help her chosen child ease his pain, one way or another.

And she had the perfect universe to leave this 'little' god.

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Five Pebbles was used to water; his entire existence as an Iterator depended on it. No matter how powerful they were, without water, they were nothing more than a giant terrarium. So, having a lot of it surrounding him would have been wonderful in any other context.

Opening his eyes while surrounded by water was not his idea of a good context; it reminded him uncomfortably of the torrents he had to endure once his structure collapsed, with nowhere to go, on more than one occasion, he had ended up underwater until the torrents began to disappear, replaced by the relentless cold.

His feet touching something solid brought him out of his memories and reminded him that he still had to get out of the water. The green slugcat was nowhere to be found, so he decided to start walking, hoping that maybe he would find it on dry land.

Coming out of the water, he found himself on what appeared to be an island, the slugcat on the shore with their back to him (was this his idea or was it smaller than he remembered?), clearly soaked, so it must have been not long ago. Get out of the water, too. There was a jungle in front of him, and in the distance, what could be the remains of another Iterator, if he were lucky enough to have been thrown by that creature to the other side of his world.