Feralverse Short Stories

Feralerror ([Y/N])

Fault wasn't a bad guy. He just had a job to do in order to protect the others. They couldn't see what he saw, after all. Only his feral eyes - bright white slits with gold and dark blue rings - could detect the code corruption. He was always trying to stop it, trying to destroy the corrupting AUs before it spread to the healthy ones, but it always cropped back up when he thought he could finally get a break. Resin and his group could say what they wanted, but Fault would always know the truth. Even now, he was in the corrupting AU of Feralstep, a knock of version of Feraldance, in his opinion, trying to hunt down any survivors to send to the Omega Timeline before he took this whole AU down. A gold, cyan, and blue glitched portal took others to safety (certainly not the actions of a bad guy, right?) while he weighed in how much corruption this AU had already taken. 35% was his rough guesstimate. Those who were already inflicted were probably writhing in agony while their code was eroded away, so he didn't see a point in dragging this out any longer as his golden needle sharp strings hunted the lost souls and stabbed into the ground to get to the source code.

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He was nearly to his target when his soul started to act out. In his line of work, his soul had to be closed off, or the work would break him, so this... it was unnatural to him, this pull. He couldn't seem to help himself as he followed the feeling into the danger zone and to the center where the corruption began. The only good thing about his glitched code was that the corruption couldn't seem to touch him. What looked like normal to other monsters had black veins of data missing, and it was slowly creeping over to consume more data. And he was just about to its center. He could hear crying. It made his soul ache. Fault rushed forward, his strings going taught from where they were buried in the ground in Waterfall. All he could see was black on her, the King's flowers looking totally corrupted beneath her. ("so, you're the malware.") "s-o y-ou-re th-e ma-lwa-re." Fault recognized. She sniffled at looked up, white and blue lines on her cheeks, much like his golden ones. ("I don't mean too...") "I-I d0n'+ m€an +-+00..."

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In all your years traveling and trying to find a home you belonged to, you've never seen a monster like him. Dark blue claws and cyan digits that faded to black. His tail was the same, with the top third being black, the middle section being dark blue, and the end being cyan with the very tip being gold. His eyelights were similar, with white slits, a ring of gold around them, and a dark blue ring around the gold. The interior of his sockets were cyan with gold lines running down his dark complexion much like your own white and blue ones. His mouth was dark blue, but despite his darkened bones, he wore white shorts and a coat that was lined with a lighter blue interior. There was dark blue trim, and his sleeves were gold that faded into the white. Under his coat was a cyan sweater. And unlike everyone else who ever touched your corruption, he was perfectly fine as he seemed to glower down at you, unimpressed. ("explain yourself, malware.") "e-xpl-ain yo-urs-elf, ma-lwa-re." He ordered.

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You never wanted to hurt others. It was just that wherever you seemed to go, the corruption you were born from followed. You didn't want to be this way. It was simply the cards you were dealt. All you wanted was a home and friends. Something that could withstand a virus such as you. But nothing ever could, and you were still alone. What this skeleton said was true - you were a malware, a virus that nobody would ever survive. Nobody but him, anyway, with his colorful glitches and strikingly bright eyes. As you explained yourself, he didn't look at you maliciously or with contempt like you imagined he would. His expression was somewhere between neutral, serious, and something awed and giddy. It was an odd combination. Finally, he sighed, closing his sockets. ("alright, mal. i believe you.") "al-rig-ht, ma-l. i bel-iev-e y-ou." Your own blue screened eyes widened. ("Really?!") "R-r€a11¥?!" You gasped as golden strings wrapped around you, and your soul panicked as you screamed. ("yes. now that i know you're the source, i can take care of you.") "y-es. no-w th-at i kn-ow yo-u-re th-e sou-rce, i-i ca-n t-ak-e ca-re of y-ou." You screamed again as you were thrown into endless white.

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You didn't know how long you had been alone there, only that your virus didn't corrupt it, nor anything in it, including the random puppets and cyan beanbag. And the souls. So many human souls. ("What...?") "₩ha+...?" You didn't even hear him coming up behind you. ("the resetters. i bring their corrupted souls here to be cleansed. then they go home to the omega timeline where their bodies are waiting.") "th-e re-set-ter-s. i br-ing th-eir cor-rup-ted so-uls he-re t-o be cl-ean-sed. th-en th-ey go t-o th-e ome-ega ti-me-li-ne w-whe-re th-eir bo-dies a-ar-e w-ai-tin-g." You jumped and went to smack the offending monster, but the skeleton stepped back, dodging. ("that's no way to treat someone who gave you a home, mal.") "th-at-s no w-ay to tre-at s-om-eo-ne wh-o g-av-e y-ou a ho-me, mal." You froze and looked around. ("A... a home...?") "A... a h0m€...?" The skeleton padded over to the beanbag and flopped down. ("yes, a home. now i can keep you from corrupting aus, and you can have a friend in me. i have some rules, though!") "y-es, a ho-me. no-w i c-a-n ke-ep y-ou fr-om co-rru-pti-ng a-us, a-nd y-ou ca-n ha-ve a fr-ie-nd in m-e. i ha-ve som-e r-ules, th-ou-gh!" He started to list them off. ("one, dont touch the souls, two, don't stain my clothes, three, don't touch meeee-") "o-ne, don-t tou-ch th-e sou-ls, tw-o, do-n-t st-ain m-y clo-the-s, thr-ee, d-on-t to-uch me-ee€€€-" You haven't been listening though, and jumped on him to hug him, causing his glitches to flare up and make him crash. Seems you were gonna have to work on that.

~Fín~