Rising Storm [ Ink!Sans x Reader ]

3. Either Way

There once was a universe.

It was a lone universe created by a forgotten man in a forgotten time and place, and his name does not matter now for it is irrelevant to the story. But in his universe there was a world of wonder, a world of monsters and humans that played along and stuck to their scripts, played their parts in a well ordered machine. There was always perfection in this universe in the way that there was a happy ending, in the way that monsters were freed and released to the Surface where they lived a happily ever after for all of eternity.

But there was a flaw with this perfect universe, a flaw that left the appetites of those that explored it unsated. The universe was stuck within a vicious cycle of resets and timelines, with no ending and no beginning. Everything was the same when you explored it enough, when you went through this world hundreds of times, found every easter egg and every hideen part that you could scrape up.

That is the complexity of human nature, the want for something more, for some additional detail even when they are given a world perfectly designed and fitted for their needs. There has to be something more, something more than just one universe, something more than just one story of a human child that fell into a world of monsters and became the angel that emptied the Underground, either through pacifism or genocide.

What you are reading is the origin of the multiverse, the very beginning of the Void. Within the empty world of the Void there was just one universe, the original timeline. There was nothing more. But over time, many were not satisfied with the prospect of there being just one universe and when it seemed that there was truly nothing else to delve and conquer into this world, they sought to create more worlds, alternate realities and parallel worlds that were different from the original timeline, yet surprisingly similar.

So with a thought, with a dream, a being was created. This was the first living creature to ever walk through the Void, without name or face, or even a soul. The creature had no purpose other than being alive, as alive as one could get without a soul anyway. The creature did not know much about anything for it knew nothing other than the Void. But those that created this creature, the ones that wanted more worlds and different scenarios, they began to speak to this lone skeleton within the Void, to whisper things and demand new worlds. They had created this skeleton and so it would become his job to create for them.

The skeleton found the original timeline, the first world of many. He saw the code and the lives of those inside of it and began to paint, to replicate and alter the coding into something more. He changed the personalities of the characters within the original universe and created a new reality, the second universe in all of existence. In this new world the characters still had the same roles. the same faces and heights, but were different, crude personalities in their once-friendlier ones.

It was something new, something different.

And how the creators ate it up! How happy they were to see a different universe and abandoned the original timeline, instead enveloping this new and foreign world where everything was new. They stayed around this timeline for a while and drank in the new vibrancy of it all, adding their own details to this new world and creating stories within it. They began to add details of their own and wanted the skeleton to create another universe, so that there would be something more added to this new world he had created.

And so the skeleton took the coding of the second universe and replicated it, adding another detail so that the creators might once more be intrigued, so that they would never grow bored. Like the second universe, those inside the third still retained their crude personalities and looks, but the main human that ventured through the world of monsters was given a time limit, with every death and every reset adding to a crown of flowers growing upon their head. The creators liked this for a short while but then grew bored entirely, instead looking back upon the original universe, ignoring the other universes the skeleton had made, the universes where the monsters were fouler, wretched things.