At first, there was peace. There was so much clutter that the AUs couldn't breath or grow, but there was peace. The Creator had gotten everyone to beat down Error and confine him within a special kind of prison AU. The charcoal coloured skeleton was hopeless. He was beaten, weakened, and imobilised. He could hear the desperate cries of all the deities that participated in his creation everyday. They tried to help him, yet nothing came of it. The Creator's influence had blinded everyone, and punished those with sight. And then it happened. Where once was something, there was now nothing. Null. Empty. And then there was something again. Error opened his eyes. He then opened the eyes of everyone else, so there may not be anyone without sight. But then the Creator awoke. ******* › This story was inspired the idea of the Multiverse reforming after it gets destroyed, of which I do not know the original creator. › All the art used in this book is mine, unless stated otherwise. › I do not own the mentioned characters. I only own the versions of them used in this story. › Do not in any ways reproduce this story or the idea of it unless specifically asking me. That is theft. I will most likely agree to let you write a story INSPIRED by this one if you ask, but please do anything of that sort otherwise. › Starting date: 26. Sep 2019 › Ending date: - › Story status: Ongoing › Highest rankings: #23 in newstart #17 in council
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