Welcome to the Multiverse, a world where dreams come true, anything can happen, and the laws of physics could probably give up at any second and very few would care.
With entering this world, however, you also agree to sever your timeline's temporal barriers, and promise to follow the new world's laws as thoroughly as possible. There is much you will not understand here; there is much you don't want to understand. Your old identity is not enough anymore. There are thousands of other "you"s running around, and they are just as valid, if a bit chaotic. You are no longer that person. You are no longer a "Sans", or "Chara", or "Undyne"; it is your responsibility to find a new identity. You may notice that you are changing. Don't worry; it's all just part of being something new.
While you will lose your old identity, this is your chance to redefine yourself. Who you used to be is irrelevant to the person you are today. You will be known by your Found Name and Temporal Identity, not your universe. Those who used to be your "counterparts" aren't just other "you"s anymore; everyone is their own, and only their own. This world is yours to explore; this life is yours to live; this story is yours to write.
Your past does not define you.
Do you agree to the terms and conditions?
❤️* YES. * NO.
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As a New World rises to shatter the boundaries between previously disconnected worlds and AUs, Blue, a new recruit of the Multiversal Bureau of Law from a recently opened Underswap Timeline, sees greatness just over the horizon.
However, when a new set of dark timelines appears on the Entry List, things aren't off to a good start.
((A/N: This is a side-project, so it may not be very consistent update-wise, but I hope you enjoy!))
My life was crumbling apart.
My parents were killed.
All hope was lost...
Until he came.
I was given the role as the protector of my universe by Ink, he gave me incredible power and turned my world upside down.
I now have the heart of an angel and the strength of a warrior. A halo floats above my head and a sword rests upon my hip.
My gift has been with me for ten glorious years. However, in the last few weeks, I've felt...different.
I sense a calling in my soul, it's almost like a longing, a need.
Should I answer it?
Pronouns used in this story are she/her :)
Disclaimer: None of the art used belongs to me!
Also, Papyrus doesn't smoke in this story!
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