In Favor Of Order

Chapter one: First Trip

Error stood I front of the orb containing the original universe.

He had all of the puppets he made stored safely inside the pocket dimensions that were placed on the inside of his pockets, and was now bracing himself to go inside.

Whilst getting ready to enter the original, Error had found out that his had most likely been reset. His bones were clear of cracks and chips. His cheeks free of tear marks. Both of his eyes were in perfect condition, and his clothes looked like they were completely new.

It was in times like these that he really appreciated the deities that created him. He still had his memories and experiences carved into his memory. His reflexes and needs still the same from before. Yet his body was stronger and sturdier. His soul was clean, light, and strong. The strings that helped keep it together before were nowhere to be seen, since they were of no use to him.

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The first timeline of the original universe was still running. The monsters had now mostly settled in on the surfice.

Error thought that it was best to visit them now. He had to see if they had any recollection of their past existance, as well as do something that could have saved him from most of his troubles in his past existance.

Error took a deep breath and braced himself for what was to come.

He touched the orb with his open hand gently, and brought his hand back. A few strings generated from the orb, and connected with his hand as he pulled it back.

He stood there, and – as if by some instinct – he looked in front of him and moved his hand. The motion made the strings wave, and after pulling on the strings, he let them go. The strings bounced back to the orb, and a sharp rectangle formed in front of it.

Error noted that it looked an awful lot like an old TV opening,as it did.

The reformed major God looked straight through it, and drew one last, long breath before entering.

This was the moment that would help shape everything in this multiverse. Or rather reshape everything.

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Once Error was through the portal and inside the original universe, he proceeded to look around.

He was at the surface.

More specifically, he was in a clearing near the city of Mount Ebott. Huh. Now that he thinks about it, he never really bothered to learn the actual name of this city. He knew its name at some point, but he eventually forgot, and stopped caring about it. Many of the Frisks and their respective equivalents across the multiverse stopped caring about the experience after a few aeons of resets. They had honestly seen close to everything, if not all that was to see and experience in their AUs. They just wanted to finish the timelines so they could do some AU-hoping between resets to visit friends, and do pretty much anything in order to have fun.

Anyways. He had some important business to fulfill. He knew where he was, so he just started walking towards the place that he knew he would find everyone.

As he silently walked towards the city, Error kept himself busy in his thoughts.

He couldn't help but think about this situation. More specifically, the fact that the first timeline had taken a pacifist route. It must really mean something. If he remembers correctly, the first ever timeline in the last multiverse had been of a neutral route.

He doesn't really know if that's a fact or not anymore. His earliest memories are a bit obstruct if he's completely honest. He doesn't even remember how Ink got him trapped into the anti void in the first place either. He only started remembering that he existed before his imprisonment in the antivoid, because the voices that plagued his mind, as well as his schizophrenia and several other metal illnesses were cleaned out of his system before he awoke again.

It felt nice to think for himself for once. That, and having his formers be the only voices he hears, and that not all the time.

It felt refreshing.

But he was getting off track again.

He really had a lot to think about now that he could actually think. It felt quite great not to have splitting headaches almost all the time.

But what he was trying to say was that the first route of the original timeline must be very important. If the first route being neutral made his last multiverse turn into the twisted world it was, then a peaceful first route must be a blessing.

Error stepped around a tree in front of him, and finally saw the city. Well, the road leading to the city, anyways.

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It didn't take him long to find the group of monsters. After searching the city for a while, he ended up finding them having a picnic in a park.

It was somewhat cliché at this point, but he gave them a pass, since this was the first ever time they existed.

Error stood there for a moment trying to figure out how to approach this situation the best.

It took a while, but he eventually just took in a deep breath, – unconsciously noting how great it felt to be able to breath this well again – and walked towards them.

The first person he approached was Frisk. Or as he would soon learn, Dakota.

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Hello everyone! MG here. I'm sorry these chapters are so short,ill try to make some longer chapters in the future. Anyways, what are your thoughts of this so far? What do you think about Frisk's new name? The name means 'friendly' or 'allies' so I thought it could be a clever way to make this Frisk different. Who knows which other characters have different names!

*cough cough* I do *cough*

But seriously. I plan to have either only two or three characters having different names, but I'd like your opinion on who, and how many of the bunch you'd like to have unique names. Just keep in mind that having everyone, or even certain characters have unique names, might prove difficult for you to keep track of, due to the standart names being different all of a sudden. Choose wisely my little monsters~

Have a great day/night 💜

~MG

Written on 29.09.2019