Forgotten |PaperJam|

Chapter 1

For a positive there is always a negative,
For a beginning there is always an end,
For things that are remembered there are always things that are forgotten.

The skeleton sat, knees close to his chest. Beads of sweat accumulated on his forehead, and he let out soft pants of exhaustion. There were tiny glitches swarming his body, clouding his vision, numbing his emotions. Tear stains forever embedded into his skull, seemed to dull. Eyes darted around nervously, waiting, for nothing to happen.

He had lived this way for so long, he had forgotten what contact from another being felt like. Only the crunch of their bones and blood under his strings, limbs falling limp as their cries gurgled into nothing, was what he heard and felt. He no longer believed in love, only LOVE.

He would pretend that it was just part of his routine, completely natural to him, but he knew.

He was slowly driving himself insane.

Even if he tried, he couldn't do anything, for he was the destroyer, meant to kill meaningless and forgotten monsters, even when he, himself was forgotten.

Unlike the creator, he was never welcomed. But he knew that everyone was unaware of his abilities. The lives of so many monsters were at his fingertips, like puppets. And if he were to choose to, he could just kill them. But that's just how it was for many years, kill mercilessly. there was really no fun to it after a while, so he decided to spice it up a bit. He was going to torture them. Little by little, driving them insane, just like he was.

Watching their expression of pure horror as screams ripped from their throat. Loved ones being torn apart in front of their eyes. Watching them struggle against his stings as he tightened them further, blood seeping from their fresh wounds. It really was entertaining. The possibilities were nearly endless.

Some "alternate universes" as some monsters called them, were more difficult than others. Two in particular. Underswap and underfell. As much as he tried, he couldn't harm them, but he was too preoccupied with others to worry about them.

In many universes, there would be timelines, endless cycles of someone testing and prodding at different outcomes. Eventually they would get bored and settle with one ending. But some, like aftertale, have been messed with to the extent that there are actually monsters trapped in between timelines. He could help, but, what was the point in saving anyone? They are just a grain of sand in a desert.

But so was he, a grain of sand, a glitch in the multiverse. Honestly, he didn't even know how he was created. He had lost interest in trying to find out who he was, as his memory slowly slipped his mind little by little.

He raised his hand in the air, shivers running down his spine.

Oh, how cold it was in the void.

Just as quickly as he raised it, he lowered it, opening a portal to the original universe. Soft smells of pie wafted into the blank void, hardly comforting him. He thought it would help ease his craving of comfort and cure his loneliness, but he was wrong. Quickly he closed the portal, and shut his eyes, trying to forget.

Trying to forget who he was, what he's seen, what he's felt, what he's heard.

But it was impossible.

And with those thoughts, he drifted into a deep sleep, shivering as the cold void air, filled him with a sense of dread.