"Where did you come from?" Ilia asked and that's when everything stopped. Where did I come from? I tried to remember, I thought really hard but all I could say was, "I came from a place where no mortal should ever come from if they dare keep their head." The words tumbled from my mouth before I could stop them. I slapped a hand over my mouth, scared I would say more I didn't understand. Why would I say that? (Y/n) had awoke inside of a strange house, surrounded by strange kids. The only issue with that logic, she has no memory. Nothing to trigger why the young man Link and the group of children would be so kind to a stranger. It dawns on her that she needs to find out who she is again. However a darkness is brewing, and Link has a destiny to follow. The strings of fate tangle between the young duo, and (Y/n) makes a decision to help save Hyrule from the darkness. With nothing more than a brave face and an emerald pendant tying her back home, she sets out with Link. They also fall under the service of an imp itching for revenge. However, there is one person standing in the way of (Y/n) getting home. Her best friend, the Usurper King, Zant. He has made it his life goal to protect (Y/n) from himself and place a veil over her eyes to keep her from seeing his wrongs. Her wrath would for sure be the end of his evil plans. This is, the Twilight Veil. A reader insert. COMPLETED- 2018 (Y/n)- Your name (L/n)- Last name (S/c) -Skin color (E/c)- Eye color (H/c)- Hair color The plot for this story is made by me. The plot of the game is made by Nintendo. I do not own you, I do not own this game. All characters are licensed to Nintendo and I'm just a nerd in love with Link. (Y/n) is for YOU and she may not act like you, but it's how I portray it. #1 For the Tag Zant

Being chosen to marry the child of the king of monsters, is weird for a normal human girl. But when no one else knows what your soon to be lover truly looks like, that's insanity. Well you can't expect much from falling for a...

(Cover doesn't belong to me.) Ink looses his mind, murderous thoughts cloud his mind. Who knew Ink could change? Error is forced to take Inks role, how does it turn out? Do most die? Do most get hurt badly? There are so many things that could happen and yet, the things that do happen make everyone confused. Did I give away too much? Eh.... also WARNING, THERE IS LOTS OF DESCRIPTION OF DEATH AND LOTS OF BLOOD AND IF YOUR SENSITIVE TO THINGS LIKE THAT, PLEASE DO NOT READ

(I do not own Undertale or the picture, they belong to their respectful owners.) In this AU, Error never left the Anti-Void. Error never remembered his past or anything before living in the Anti-Void. Only knowing he was a error, what The Voices told him, and how to talk and sleep. He never met Ink, never had the need to destroy worlds. All Error had was the Voices. Nothing but screams of how worthless he was and whispering of how he should give up. In this AU, Error never became the Destroyer of Worlds. All he wanted was to stop feeling so lonely, to understand and belong. Error wanted to leave the Anti-Void. But Balance is needed. Error never became the Destroyer, so someone else would have to. In this AU, Fresh is more vicious, more violent. He can feel anger, hatred, and jealousy. Fresh became jealous of all the other Monster's being able to feel happiness, being able to feel love. To be loved. He wanted feel that, but couldn't no matter how he tried. In this AU, Fresh became the Corrupter of Worlds. Spreading his fresh virus across the Multiverse, possessing whoever he wanted, and turning worlds into a fresh paradise. All he wanted was to feel happiness and love, to love and be loved in return. To stop feeling so empty. In one world, their romance would have many hardships, but still stay nothing but sweet. In this AU, their romance becomes twisted, unhealthy, and dependent. In this AU, the Multiverse will tremble before them.

This is my life story and it's probably gonna be a mediocre type of story oh well 😐

(Picture and characters do not belong to me, they belong to their respectful owners.) Error is the destroyer, Ink is the creator. Both Gods in their own right. They are the balance in their part of the Multiverse, making sure that neither goes to far and makes their Multiverse fall apart at the seams. If Error was able to destroy all the AU's, then there would be nothing left. The universe that they live in would just cease to exist with nothing to fill it up. That is why Ink is needed, to make sure that there is something to fill in those blank spaces, to make sure that there is life. If Ink was able to continue to create with no one to stop him or oppose him, then the AU's would collide and destroy one another. The universe would crumble and decay as they touch, as there is no more room to grow in. That is why Error is needed, to make sure that the AU's don't collide and kill one another, to make sure that there is room to grow in. Error knew this well, even with his spotty and vague memories. Ink did not. Error was broken and tired. He had nothing to live for in the end. He had no friends, no love to call his own, no family. No one wanted him around. He called for help, for anyone to save him from his own madness. But no one came. They left him in the Anti-Void, for the screams to over take him. So Error let go. He fell into the void to be scattered across time and space. No one would miss him. But he did not scatter, he traveled through time and space. Error landed in a new Multiverse. One where there was no Error. All AU's lived in balance in this universe. There was no creator who could not control himself and just create more and more. There was no destroyer who had to destroy. By the time Error's universe knew what they did wrong and the truth of the matter, their universe was falling apart and they had to get back Error to do his job. But they hit a big roadblock when they finally found Error. This universe would not let Error go without a fight.

su·i·cide; ˈso͞oiˌsīd/ [noun] 1. the action of killing oneself intentionally. 2. intentionally kill oneself. a story of a senior high school student faking her own death to reach out to other students. © 2014 by pariahs. All Rights Reserved cover by: -polaroids- Other # 23 / Teen Fiction # 107