SPECTATOR 『Undertale Multiverse Story』

The Fall [#2]

A/N

The first part was a little bit wobbly, so I'm trying to make it up by making this a little bit more detailed, and well, less confusing. And as much as I'd love to tell stories I'm not exactly the best at telling them. I'm an artist. I show, not tell.

PS. In the drafts I only wrote "The brainrot is real. Here's for supper, silent children." I find it hilarious so I'm leaving this here.

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After what seemed like decades, centuries, millenniums of merely watching, the bystander, Destiny, had finally built up the courage to devise a plan against Fate's immorality. Destiny had been patient, letting the pieces fall into place, until all was finally ready.

The moment the forced Destroyer jumped into the cold embrace of the Void, in hopes that maybe, just maybe, he would finally be free of what torments him in every waking moment.

Was the moment that Fate's grasp slipped. Cold was replaced by warmth, pain into numbness, the forced Destroyer was held into the ethereal arms of the gentle Deity, guiding him to a place that one day he will call home.

But we are not here to listen to their story.

Here in the vast darkness, the gentle Deity had left behind a red string of code that once held the the neck and mind of the Creator, that once smothered the fragile SOUL of the forced Destroyer.

Many of you might recall it by its name, title even.

The Voices.

It found Itself cast adrift from their Multiverse.

Exiled, lost, but not alone. It had itself to keep it company, but that was proved to be difficult when it only knew how to complain.

< This is all YOUR faults! >

> Why are you blaming it on us? We're ALL at fault here. <

It argued amongst itself, pointing metaphoric fingers at one another. Echoes of curses and insults was fired at the other.

^ We didn't really have a choice, did we? Was it OUR faults it was carved in our codes? ^

<...>

But silence was louder in a place devoid of everything.

^ We did what we thought was best, we did what Fate thought was best.^

>...<

And even then, silence can still be broken.

^ We were ignorant to the things Fate didn't allow us to know. ^

< Right.. We simply did as we were told. >

> To hate, despite not knowing why. <

^ To admire, even when it felt wrong. ^

+ To never question the orders of the one that made us. +

The set of voices gasped at the sound of a new voice.

It was not alone, it never was. In the expanse of this darkness, they were not the only ones that was left behind.

There were more of it. From dozens, then hundreds, to thousands of figureless voices all coming from different Multiverses. Many of it screamed, laughed, and whispered, it was long known by Multiverse Travelers as the - maybe not so famous- 'Deafzone'

It spoke of their newfound hatred towards their Fates, it spoke of their guilt for their forced Destroyers, and a rare few spoke of their rather ignorant, but still kind Creators.

But one fateful day it heard a cry, a plea. For once the constant chatter stopped. Curiosity, a spark long dormant, flickered within it.

It followed the source, to which had not been far.

"Anyone- ple- please-"

It witnessed static devour the senses of the one that called for it, coiled in search for comfort, bleeding from the attempt of stopping the buzzing feeling on their arm that now envelops their whole figure.

Pity, it felt. It was here only for its mere curiosity, yet it knew. The Voices knew this anomaly was its ticket out of this dark nothingness.

< Hey, kid. >

> Don't freak out. <

^ We're here to help. ^

It felt no sympathy for them whatsoever, but one can't help but pretend.

+ We'll take you out of here. +

It spoke in hushed tones, not to frighten the weak and fragile one.

> You can rest, we'll take you someplace safe. <

The one that was once known as Spectator didn't have the energy to refuse, - not that they would, - a light nod was all they could muster for an answer.

Whoever- whatever had came to help them, they were eternally grateful. In the presence of their savior, they began to drift to unconsciousness. Slowly, they closed their eye sockets. Into a dreamless sleep.

|This anomaly unconsciously eats up broken pieces of code floating within the Void, which was never truly enough to keep them alive. |

The static pulsed, reaching towards the Voices' code.

/Even if we allow it to consume us, we barely have any code to give./

But that's where it was wrong.

As knowledgeable as the Voices may be about the Multiverse, it barely knows itself.

Hidden in the carved scars, the unforeseen truth this one sees.

The static used the last remaining will it had. Its gentle buzz was noticed too late.

Thou knows not of its nature, It is the very force to which has block the line of life and death for their forced Destroyers.

The static buzzed, the Voices' screams echoed in the vast darkness, consumed, It fell in a state of unconsciousness.

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PPS. How do people do this without losing their minds??