Rulesrune

Prolog: A broken goat for a broken world

A poor and sadden little goat. Floating in a void all alone. How he got there he did not know. One moment he was in the castle, the next he was taken away from his home. He remained calm. Humming a soft tune to pass the time. Soon, a light emerged from below. He fell, landing in a patch of golden flowers, the seeds clinging to his hat and coat. He took a moment to sit and admire the beauty and warmth this new world had. Yes, it did seem he was far below the surface but the hole in the ceiling brought much sunlight. With a smile and a sigh, he got up. Without missing a beat, he made his way down a short hall and to a doorway. What a mysterious place he had ended up and in front of him was yet another mysterious thing. A flower whom had a bright smile on his face. Petals a warm and welcoming yellow. “Howdy! I’m Flowey, Flowey the flower!” he said with glee. The goat stepped closer. He was curious and nieve. Poor thing. “What a soul you got there! I don’t even need to see it to feel its power!” Flowey said. The goat smiled at the complement. Such a wonderful and harmless creature. Maybe they could be friends. These were the last things to go through the poor goats head before he felt pain in his back then his chest. It hurt. It really hurt. He looked down to see a thorny vine covered in red. The goat looked over at what he thought could be a friend. “Perfect.” Flowey said, no longer bearing a pleasant smile. The goat began to melt and fall apart, the vine absorbing into him. Flowey began to be pulled in. “W-Wait. What are you doing?!” He screeched, being pulled out of the ground and into the bloody, goopy mess. “I’m sorry...I’m sorry…” The goat said. He only repeated himself. Oh what pain he was in but he was truly sorry, for whatever he did. He must have done something awful to deserve death right? Who knows. Soon, it all went silent.

From all the commotion and pain, a new being was made. A pure soul with the corrupted vesle of an empty being. Tossed through the void and scattered across all possibilities. Seemingly, at the speed of light itself they rammed into someone in a pacifist timeline. Souls drawn to souls, copies drawn to copies, poor Asriel dremmur was tackled to the ground and before he could react, a void had swallowed him whole. A new part had been added to the new being. Without anywhere else to be drawn too, they were chucked into the void so they can form. They argued with themselves. Who were they going to be? What was their name? What were their morals? No one could seem to decide. Slowly yet surely, the three beings mixed to form one. One mind, one soul, one person. In black and white with a smile of red. Empty yet full, happy yet null. They decided on a new name. “I am Fluffy. You’re new best friend.” They said to themself. Like a broken record in an empty void, they repeated without changing pitch and without changing length. Soon they were sent back home.

Or...at least they thought….

Fluffy awoken in the world of the light. Their form was unchanged, still as dark as the darkest night. They looked around with nothing but a smile. They felt drawn to someone. Someone familiar. Down the dimly lit street and to a house they went. Seemingly on the edge of town. A home that felt too close and too warm. So fuzzy and calm. Fluffy fazed through the door. The house was quiet and soft. No one made a sound as the last bits of sunlight faded into the night. Without a sound, they made their way up the stairs and to the first door. A room with two people. They fazed through and watched the two. Their breathing, their silence. Oh what dreams they must be having. Fluffy goes to the bed on the left. Their soul practically being dragged towards the person. “Mine…” They said, reaching out a paw. “T h e y  a r e m i n e.” Fluffy growled this time as they made contact. Asriel woke up, giving a muffled scream before being absorbed. Fluffy began to glitch out. The amount of power they were holding was too much for the form he chose. Their world couldn't handle so much freedom in what was a monster. It scattered them into millions of pieces so it could come up with a solution. Unlike the other world, this world liked its continuity. It would do whatever's necessary to keep itself on track. Rewriting and recoding, the word of Deltarune changed its rules and split off from its original source. Throwing away some things here, adding some things there, the inner workings came to an equal. Too keep this new story intact, the world split Fluffy. Similar morals, similar shape, different size, different colors. Taking the name of was once pure, the world called him 'Ralsei'. No one would notice right? Surely, the story would be fine. For the sake of its different and for the sake of others. The world renamed itself. "Rulesrune" Perfect.