Back to the Origin

Chapter 1: Funky Visions

I remember a lot of things. Things that I know Papa doesn't want me to. I remember what happened when I was first created as an outlet for fear and confusion. I remember when he created my universe to throw me into. I remember when he came back after three years and left again. I remember when he made me a brother.
But what I remember the most is what happened in my universe. Papa managed to get there in time. There's only so much the human can do before becoming bored. You go through once, you play the Pacifist Route. You play through again and you play the True Pacifist. You go through again in the No Mercy run, then the Genocide. Papa came back after my Toriel, Butterscotch, was killed. The human was evasive and managed to get to the fight with my brother then everything... went black. I was pulled out of my universe and into a black screen. He explained he needed to work on something important in my universe and sent me back to his current home. Later, he explained to me to lay low. To live as a child since my childhood sucked. So I did. And all of them believed that was truly... me. Their dirty jokes were stifled, their worries of death and other horrible things silenced when I made an appearance. Everything was filtered.

I didn't understand why. Why I was treated like I was so young yet had been around for as long as Papa had worked at the lab. But then I understood. He didn't want me to turn out like... heh. Well, it wouldn't be a very good story if I gave away everything all at once. Some secrets are best kept secrets.

"Pumpkin!"
A chirpy voice brought the tiny skeleton back into the present, a toothy grin greeting the pink skeleton wandering over.
"Morning Stroodle! Are we gonna make stickers today?"
Pumpkin noticed Strawberry's smile falter but it was clearly disguised by a sheepish grin. This wasn't the first time their sticker making plans had been pushed back.
"Not today. Coconut called to say we have a bunch of work to do today! But! I promise I'll make stickers with you some time this week!"
Strawberry explained very quickly, earning a smile and nod from the sticker covered skeleton.
"I understand! I can do something with Brassy!"
Sliding off the chair at the table, Strawberry attempted to find words but the tiny orange skeleton had already wandered out of the dining room. How could he be so cheerful all the time? Sure he was a cry baby a lot of the time but it was always over something small. Like the fact that two of the other kids were arguing over whose shirt was whose or even the time Brass disconnected his fingers and lost them. Yet he was always there when a skeleton was upset.
Shaking his skull, Strawberry headed for the front door, yanking it open and letting it close by itself as he sprinted down the road. All the cars had already been taken and his teleporting abilities had been acting up again. Clearly not a great day for the pink skeleton.

"Brass? Braaaaaaass!"
Pumpkin called out, wandering the long halls of the second floor. Usually the grumpy skeleton would be downstairs watching T.V to pass the day whilst waiting for Daddy Sans to get home or he was outside messing around with Vanilla.
Pumpkin paused at Brassberry's room, hesitating as he weighed his options. The rescue skeleton had been on edge a lot lately and was more than content in being alone most of the time. Taking in a deep breath, his knuckles rapped against the wooden door, almost falling backwards as the door was violently swung open. Brass' eyes darted from side to side before seeming to focus on the skeleton in front of him. Pumpkins eye sockets widened, his carpals pulled into his chest before shifting his weight.
"Um... B-Brass?"
"Good, you're here. You can be useful."
Squeaking as he was yanked into the room, the stench of honeydew and ink caused the skeletons skull to spin before his sockets adjusted to the darkness of the room.
"Brass, you know this kind of light isn't good for eye sockets."
Turning to see Brass fumbling with something, he eventually turned when Pumpkin accidentally stepped on a piece of stray paper. Hissing him off of it, the tiny skeleton could simply watch as Brassberry scampered from one side of the room to the other, picking up scraps of paper.
"U-Um... Brassberry?"
"Have you been getting them too?"
Silence followed. Brass seemed...terrified. Clutching the random assortments of paper close to his chest, his posture was submissive. Indicating he was scared of something. Something Pumpkin didn't know of.
"Getting what?"
Earning a snort, a small lamp illuminated where the grumpy skeleton was. Beckoning him over, the small monster cautiously made his way over, peeking over the shoulder of the kneeling monster. Spreading the paper across the floor, Pumpkin's sockets widened to the size of tennis balls. Messy scribbles of a figure were scattered across the pages. Some had splotches of ink, indicating Brass was in a hurry when he drew them out. Pumpkin looked to his terrified friend, seeing the other was awaiting his response. He had never seen such a figure before. Though what grabbed his attention were the backgrounds with said figure. They contained small screens, containing a few of the skeletons living within the large household. Kneeling next to the other, Brass could merely watch as the other sorted through the pages. What felt like forever, Pumpkin finally spoke, breaking the silence.
"Are these...depictions of visions?"
Earning a short nod, Pumpkin frowned before looking over them again.
"They've been getting more frequent."
Pumpkin returned his gaze to Brass who had readjusted his sitting position. Cross legged on the floor, a bony phalange lightly pointed at one of the pages. Pumpkin looked over it, able to see the same figure behind a rough drawing of Brass himself. Though the figure wasn't touching him. Instead, their back was turned and they seemed more focused on the screens around them.
"That one... He calls himself the 'Creator'. In the first vision...he looked startled. He said it had been a while since an outsider 'visited' him. That was a month ago. Now, every time I see him, he doesn't bat an eye. He talks about Daddy Sans and...all of your pasts. Of course I wouldn't care if I hadn't seen a copy."
"You saw one of Papa's copies with him?"
Slowly nodding, he pulled up the sleeve of his sweater, showing a large crack spreading from his ulna and radius up to his humerus. It was deep and was stuck together with thousands of plasters.
"That... That fucker almost snapped my arm. That copy... The Creator... I saw him turn before I woke up."
Pumpkin was quiet, listening to Brass shakily tell his tale. So a copy was in touch with a greater force... That could prove to be very dangerous. They could gain the upper hand and... well Pumpkin didn't want to think that far ahead.
"Maybe we should tell Papa about it. He could-"
Pumpkin stifled a shriek as Brass shoved him to the ground, pinning him down as he'd go and tell him then and there.
"You can't! I don't want to lose my master!"
Brass yelled his point, the tiny skeletons sockets widening as the other spat. So this being... 'Creator'. They were scary enough to quell even Brassberry's will to fight. That or he had been told something he didn't want to hear.
Brass sighed heavily before letting the other go, shifting back until he sat on the soft carpet once more.
"He said that... he was just trying to keep everyone safe. If Daddy Sans finds out he exists... Creator might be killed. Although it's in his best interest, there's something about him that seems rather...familiar."
The grumpy skeleton explained further, Pumpkin now sitting back up as he readjusted his jacket. Patting down the stickers on his skull, he looked to the images once more. Scanning them for a shred of evidence, anything at all that caught his eye.
Pumpkin paused immediately, snatching one of the papers away from the rest as he gripped it. That couldn't be... Brass didn't even know them. Looking back up to the rescue, he frowned.
"Where did you see them?"
Frowning in response, Pumpkin turned the paper around. There was a scribbled version of Pumpkin drawn in the middle, his version of Papyrus beside him and a large entity behind him. It looked like jello with detached hands and a cracked face. Brassberry paused before looking back to Pumpkin.
"Creator...showed me a universe. A universe that was plagued with... With genocide. Each monster fell. He showed me your family. Although I've only seen him through dreams... He told me a way to get through to him in reality. It involves going through your universe. Patchtale was it?"
Brass explained, now noticing the blank face of Pumpkin. The feeling in the air had changed. The tiny skeleton grasped at the paper in silence, staring down at it as if it would soon disappear. Flinching as the edgy rescue gripped his shoulder, he glanced up. Brass could feel something wasn't right.
"Pumpkin. What happened in your universe?"
The other shook his head violently, lowering his skull as he choked back an ugly sob. Launching himself into Brassberry's chest, he clung to the other with a shaky whine. Pumpkin shook as the rescue held him in silence. Small whispers of reassurance and comfort were welcomed by the tiny skeleton, Brass slowly rocking him in an attempt to calm him down. Looking up to the ceiling, Brassberry made a mental note.

They were going to Patchtale tomorrow. Whether Pumpkin liked it or not.