The New War

Intrusion

It's been about two weeks since the main creators have made this new law. I've stopped Posting my works on Ao3 much to the disappointment of my readers. That act has delayed our detection. We already know that we are desperately wanted by the Major Creators. Today, however, I and my friends are meeting at my house to discuss another important matter.

"So why are we here today?" asked Rain smugly.

"Well, we're here because of this problem. Ever since the Majors have made this new law, the minor creators . . .."

"Us", stated Nyrox.

"Yes, us, anyways, the lack of creativity has set us suffering."

"Why don't you just tell us what you're up to? We all know that you're up to something. After all, who would call us at the most inconvenient time to tell us stuff that we already know?" Skyler stated rhetorically.

Ah, shoot! How did I know that Skyler would see through this? I pulled on my thumbs awkwardly and said, "Um...right, about that. The Majors have found out about me and well they are threatening to destroy my works and my account if I don't stop creating. So, I was wondering, had this have happened to you as well?"

If I was aiming to shock them, I wouldn't do better. Their jaws were dropped almost to the floor they were so shocked. Normally, I would have grinned or laughed at the scene. Today, however, their reaction was worrying.

Nyrox was the first one to break the silence. I was released but at the same time nervous. I could sense the bad news that's radiating off her.

"So you're not the only one," she said, "I've been having that kind of problem as well. The Majors.... Well, they are adamant in terminating the things that they deem unfit for viewing. They've already have terminated my account."

My computer then started to beep loudly. On the screen, a caution symbol shone brightly. Below are the words "Warning! The Major Creators are Attacking" in code. I was panicking.

"What's wrong?!" they demanded.

"The major creators, they're attacking my work!"

I grabbed a little sphere off my desk and activated it. Blue particles sprang up into the air. They collected and stretched into a portal that led to the world being attacked. I leaped in without hesitation.

On the other side, I found that I tuned into my online avatar, as usual. It has the body of a dire wolf, but the tail is long and whip-like with a deadly blade at the end. Large wings extended from my back; green tear-marks and fire designs adorned my face and paws. Whipping my tail around a few times to feel the power, I extended the wings and took flight.

Looking down I searched for anything out of the usual. This world is that based on the game Undertale. And now, I'm in its Snow-din. Some of the monsters have looked up at me and waved. Here, most of them know that I'm the world's creator and respect me for it. That, I'm thankful for. Flapping my wings and gaining speed, I traveled further into this world. Suddenly from afar, my keen hearing picked up the sounds of a struggle. Flapping my wings hard, I rushed to the site of the struggle.

When I'm finally above the battle, the horrible sight greeted me. The main character Seroo had a weapon pressed to his throat. Two other major-creator avatars are fighting Ink, Dream, and Blueberry. Blood, dust, and patches of clothing flew everywhere.

Taking a moment to aim, I dived. The wind whipped against my face and ruffled my fur. Curling inwards I struck a glancing blow on one of the avatars fighting the Star Sanses. That avatar tumbled over and rammed into the other one startling him. The creator's avatar is unconscious. I quickly flicked my bladed tail over both of the avatar's throat and they soon dissolved into dust, leaving nothing except for a piece of paper on top. I didn't kill the creator mind you. For that's the thing with avatars if you "kill" it while it's in a created world, the Creator in the avatar would be into the real world; leaving nothing except for some dust and a paper where the avatar is described. This is true for any creator that has an avatar. They are a projection of the creator's conscious in a way while the real body would be in a slight glazeish state.

The other creator-avatar glared a killer stare and walked to my characters. He duplicated. Each duplicate pulled a knife from a pocket and pressed it to Seroo, Ink, Dream, and Blueberry's throats. Their face said everything. The fear that radiated of them was threatening to paralyze me.

"Minor! Stand down right now or risk your character's life," stated the avatar.

Once he said that anger replaced the fear. "Never!" I growled, "You'll need to get past me in order to do that!"

The minute I finished, I quickly summoned two arrows and fired them at the first two duplicates. The first two things dead, I flapped my wings hard to gain precious speed. That action has surprised and scared him. Good! I thought, let them know that I'll not tolerate the destroying. At the last minute, I twisted around, whipping my tail forward and cut that avatar in half. I felt bad for such actions especially in front of my characters that don't know me. Never-the-less I turned to them and quickly released them from the bonds. I then summoned three separate portals and put Ink, Dream, and Blueberry off to their own worlds. The only one that remained is Seroo. He's a Sans and his bones are a light shade of blue. A yellow triangle decorated his left cheek. His jacket, however, is blue, and purple is a pattern of tiger-like stripes near the base. Near the top, the jacket fades into a bright sky blue.

"Who are you?" he demanded warily. I saw in his hand purple magic is collecting.

"I am the creator of this world. Thus, it's my job to keep this world and its inhabitants as safe as possible. The avatars that have captured you are creators that think they should be the only creators." I stated nonchalantly.

"...OK.... Sorry, this is a lot of information to process. My name is Seroo by the way."

"I know, I created you after all." I sat down and gazed off in the distance, sorrowful that I had to watch this world crumble if I decided to do what I'm going to do.

"I have a question though, what are avatars and why do the other creators want this world dead?"

I glanced at him and observed a look of wary curiosity and for good reason too. Seroo saw me "murder" two avatars after all.

I looked down, sighed and said "Ok when us creators go into a world, we can't just pop in and expect it to work. If we did that then the code of this world would become unstable and glitch away. To prevent that, the creators have a special character to go into to work on the elements within the story. These characters are what we call avatars. As for the creators that want to be the only ones that create. Well, they...No your world is not truly created by me. The base story is based on a previously made game called Undertale. When a work's concept is well, borrowed, it's something the creators call a fan-fiction. The major creators hate that, the fan-fiction, so they are doing everything to stop the fanfiction creation. What they don't understand is that for a creator to become a proficient writer they need to write in fan-fiction to understand the process in a way."

"So, they are stopping the creation of true creators?"

"In a way, they are. Plus, even if my works are borrowed in a way, I'll never allow them to destroy something I've been working so hard on."

Somehow the feeling of destruction came back. This time it's in my friends' works. Turning around rapidly, I gave Seroo a grass-green communication crystal.

"Here! I'll need to go now. If you need to tell me anything, tap of the crystal twice to contact me. After you tapped twice, tell me what you need to say and tap once to end the conversation. Don't contact me unless it's urgent and Don't lose it!"

At that blue particles gathered quickly and