!! STORY COVER IS MINE, CHARACTERS DO NOT BELONG TO ME EXCEPT Y/N !!
(ps, I forgot the book I got inspired in doing this.)
(Book is currently undergoing slow updates😵💫)
- " New life emerges from the past,
In every breath, the die is cas...
- Guess who decided to publish this on his birthday?
- Blame the rush of motivation and adrenaline, because this is probably going to be a boring chapter but I hope it'll satisfy y'all's curiosity about this world.
- addition of my birthday special here coz we all need breaks and stuff
- Just enjoy the multiverse secrets I'll share.
MULTIVERSE SECRETS:
• Ink is not active as much as he used to be in the Star Sanses band.
• Error is wary of you.
• Nightmare is suspicious of your identity.
• Horror admires the way you actively help them in need, especially him.
• Swap/Blue's whereabouts are unknown after the Wraith incident with him.
before that...
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matcha first!:^D
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NIGHT'S POV:
I DO NOT believe that Nightmare was just out there, randomly fighting against some stupid rip-off librarian. Has this ever been mentioned before in the Wikipedia?
- author side note, Wikipedia is unreliable for me coz of the many false news so I don't really rely much on the web when I portray characters in my story.
Nahhh, probably not. Is this because of my interference that unknown variables had begun to appear left and right? Or is it because there is still information I don't know about this world?
I glanced at the near horizon, my own eyes reflecting back to the dawn. As if something reacted back, my own past self momentarily resonated. I was no longer the person who had to pass her own projects, if anything, I feel grateful that I didn't have to pass it on time.
"Is it normally this chilly in Dreamtale?"
My feet carried me as I walked through the ruins of the worldline I used to belong, my fists clenching together as the swarm of negativity envelops me. In a sense, it's like a massive tide of water suddenly coming to me.
My goop form was gone, I was taking form of myself before I began transformation. The Guardian of Negativity, Night.
Everything felt foreign as I walked, but the nostalgia brought me back. Ruined villages and the corpses were long gone, perhaps decomposed after an entire century and a few years altogether.
