Retconned

Prologue

With finally an update on my other posting websites, i decided to bring this fic here

Time was meaningless in the anti-void, specially when you knew you had nothing but time. It was quite depressing in the long run actually, and Goth could just see a long lonely existence.

Okay... so he wasn't exactly alone, but eh could only stand Error's personality so long and Cross could get creepy and Nightmare.. no.. just no.

He didn't know what exactly had caused this situation. Himself and all his alts were written out of there timelines, retconned from everyone's memories. As it was he wasn't clearly Goth, he was all the Goths together... gave meaning to multiple personalty disorder. He mostly controlled which Goth self he was, but when his emotions got to much he found himself as other Goths.

The small Skeleton only remembered pain and horror, before he wore up in the anti-void with a confused Error above him. Somehow the darker more evil Sans could remember him.

Through experimentation Goth found himself able to leave the anti-void.. but only half an hour. After that his form began to fade out, and he knew if he went out all the way it was the end.. do not pass go... do not collect 200 gold.

It was through that experimentation that he found that his parents could not remember him, and that with him no longer in any timeline they had a lot more kids... that hurt more then he thought it would.

He laughed a bit bitterly, you knew your situation was bad when Error pitied you and showed you how to view other timeless. Or when Cross actually took time away from his hunt to play, and by play he meant strange board games.. and wow... he hadn't been able to see the ghostly Chara before.

Heck Error had even helped him set up his own little spot in the Anti-void, he had small little house and garden there.. not like he could leave this place long enough to shop or anything.

Fresh randomly popped by, he was like a five year old on a sugar high and brought things with him.. and had an obsession with his bitty selves.

One day he would find a way to reverse this, where he could be his separate selves again... where he could go home.

At the moment he\d be happy to being able to go outside the anti-void safely for more then thirty minutes.