I am so happy with how this all turned out. It was really amazing. Thank you so much for those who participated and for those who wanted to but couldn't do it, I think I will be doing another chapter like this in the future.

I'm going to call it a MAP (like the ones on YouTube) but instead this stands for Multiple Author Project instead of Multiple Animator Project.

I had to do a slight bit of editing to the parts to make sure that they transitioned smoothly but other than that, this is the completed chapter:

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Section 1 - @Book_Lover984

When you open your eyes just to see the horror of a lifeless Fresh laying on the ground with a bloody axe impaled into his skull.

You cover you mouth with your hand and whisper.

"F-Fresh..."

You slowly crawl towards him. You shake him around a little, hoping that he's still alive. Then you notice him slowly turning into dust. You try to hug him with him still fading away.

"NononononoNONONO PLEASE NO!!!" You cry until you notice that all that is left of Fresh is dust and his shades.
"Please..... I can't lose another....." You throw your face into the palms of your hands and continue to sob.

Nightmare walks up behind Fresh's killer and pats him on the shoulder with one of his tentacles. "Good job Horror!"

Fitting name for something that HORRIFIC... you thought bitterly.

"You... You monster!" You turn to Horror, your face still wet with tears.

"Heh... isn't that obvious." Horror chuckles as he takes back his axe from the dust pill known as Fresh, which only makes you grow angrier.

"Why do you do this..."

Horror and Nightmare look at each other and shrug. "Cause we can."

"Plus it's fun." Nightmare replies with a smirk.

You glare daggers at Nightmare and Horror. And just lost all control. You charged towards them, knife in hand. You swung at them both fueled with sadness, anger and grief. They easily dodge without any effort. Horror then snaps his fingers then shoots several bloody and broken bones at you.

You dodge most of them but are scraped in the arm by one. You step back, panting from exhaustion and holding your right arm.

"Nice to see you again (Y/N)."

Section 2 - @Littlemissgalaxy0

"Fresh isn't here now Y/n~" Chara giggled. "And guess who's next?" She says as she pulls out her beloved knife and licking some of the blood on it.

"She's crazy" you think to yourself. "Well I'm not going to let that happen. Not now, not ever. I will avenge Fresh" our souls come out of our chests and mine emits a bright light, but Chara's is dim and fading.

She pulls out her knife "Make your move Y/n, clocks ticking~"

You don't want to fight her, but you know you'll have to. This is simply something that must happen, so you pick up your stick, and slam your fist down on the fight button. It only deals 2 HP. "Wow, I really gotta work on that" you think to yourself again.

Chara giggles "And so the battle begins. You need to up your game Y/n, it's a shame that you won't be able to after I'm done with you" Her knife slices through the air and hits you. 10/20 HP. You hate to admit it, but she's good with knives.

"Hah! And so I'm close to winning already! I'm halfway there~" She can't win, you just can't let her win. You slam the fight button once again and deal 4 HP. Well, it's better than 2 HP at least. Once it's her turn again, she slices the knife towards you but you dodge it. Chara just can't win.

"Hey! That's cheating!" She growls. You fight back and forth for a while until she hits you again, and you're too slow to dodge it. 1/20 HP. Your turn now, but when you hit the fight button once more something horrible happens.

You miss.

"Well well well, looks like the little hero can't save the day after all!" Chara walks in front of you with her knife raised above your head. Suddenly, as she's about to deliver the final blow, something begins to shine. Fresh's pile of dust is glowing.

You might have a chance after all.

Section 3 - @sansismybae1818

"Such a wimp," said Chara from somewhere around you. You ignored her and kneeled next to Fresh's ashes, an onrush of grief threatening to consume you. In the back of your mind, you felt her presence retreat. The hatred you felt for Chara was replaced with anger directed towards Nightmare for killing Fresh.

"YOU KILLED HIM!" You shouted between tears "WHY WOULD YOU KILL ANYONE WITHOUT HESITATION OR REGRET?!" Nightmare stayed silent as you were yelling. Fresh's dust started to swirl but you didn't notice. You were too busy shouting at Nightmare. He seemed bored and attempted to stab you with one of his tendrils. You dodged skillfully as Fresh's outline appeared behind you, dust hurrying to fill in the rest of him.

"Wiggity wiggity wazzup!" He said when the dust had finished every last detail of him. You spun around and ducked for cover once you saw Fresh's dark purple flames leaking out of his glasses. You hid behind Fresh since there was nowhere to hide. He took off his glasses revealing his flaming eye-heart as Nightmare tried to pierce Fresh with his tendrils.

Section 4 - @rainbowichproductions

He dodged the attack with ease. "That's not a rad thing to do," Fresh growled. All of a sudden purple flames surrounded everyone.

You wiped the tears that were in your eyes. "FRESH!" you cried.

"Y/N..." he grunted. Fresh threw his glasses on the floor, they shattered. "Get behind me."

"You think you stand a chance? All you do is joke around!" joked Nightmare. Purple flames surrounded Fresh's eyes. You quickly ran behind him.

"You should join the battle. After all, you are a killing machine," Chara whispered in your ear. You shook your head. Fresh summoned a Gaster Blaster. You felt something in your soul. Something new. Something you haven't felt in a while.

"I'm waiting," said Chara.

Fresh fired the Gaster Blaster. It wiped out 1/8 of Nightmare's army. Fresh let out a demonic. "I ain't joking anymore!" he yelled. You realized this new feeling. Some of the army fled.

"C-cowards!" yelled Nightmare.

"Actualy they are are pretty smart!" yelled Fresh yelled wiping around 1/16 of the army left.

It was, bravery, patience, & justice.

"Looks like Fresh's getting tired, better ACT now," said Chara.

"No. Fresh has this in the bag," you replied. "Plus, I already dirtied my hands enough."

"Guess normal attacks won't work on you guys. Guess I have to use this!" said Fresh trying to find something out of his pocket. A Sans that looked familiar covered your mouth.

"Why hello, Y/N! You miss me?" he asked in a familiar voice. If you could've, you would've gasped.

The familiar but spine chilling giggle was right in your ear. It was the 2nd Sans you've met. The one who saw his dead old friends, the 1st threat to your existence. Fresh kicked him in the skull. Then the Sans turned to dust. "FRESH WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!?" you yelled.

"HE WAS GOING TO KILL YOU Y/N!" Fresh shouted over the roaring flames. His pinpricks were both upside down hearts that glowed a dark misty purple.

"But he was one of the first Sans's I met!" you cried. Tears welled up in your eyes but Fresh turned away.

"I'm sorry Y/N..." he sighed.

What was left of the army charged at Fresh. He pulled out a container filled with red liquid. You instantly knew what it was. "FRESH DON'T DRINK THAT!" you screamed. But it was too late. He drank the, Determination. All the shoulders stopped in there tracks. The purple flames around them and in Fresh's face grew larger.

"Now Remember kids," said Fresh with a giggle. "Don't do drugs. Or you'll be like this!"

Nightmare charged at Fresh, but with one punch, Nightmare bit the dust. The army looked at the dust. The flames slowly disappeared.

"What now?" asked a Sans from the crowd.

"You all go back to your time lines." said Fresh. And so they did.

"Yo Chara! I hope your happy at this unfreshtastic war you're starting!" called Fresh out to the distance. "Also! There's still good in you! I can feel it! So can Ink!"

Section 5 - @dacatnextdoor14

Chara chuckled darkly as her eyes started to glow a blood red. "Oh Y/N, did you really think that this thing could stop me?" She motioned to Fresh. "That he could just come back from the dead and suddenly become immortal? There is no good in me." In her hand appeared a sharp knife, it's edges already coated with blood from some unknown victim. "I'll send this excuse for a Sans right where he always tells me to go," She raised her knife and glared at Fresh, a malicious grin spreading across her face. "HELL."

Fresh's glasses were off now and his two terrifying eyes were wide open in rage. Chara lunged at Fresh with her knife raised and slashed, only to be met with open air. "Yo, that's totally unfresh." Fresh called out behind Chara, a neon colored Gaster Blaster appearing behind him.

It shot at Chara but she dodged the attack before throwing her knife in Fresh's direction. He dodged it was ease and fired colorful bones at her, the bones that sunk into her skin starting to burn her from the inside out. She hissed in pain but still held her grin, raising her hand as she called her knife back.

Fresh ducked to avoid the blade as it landed in Chara's hand, blade up. Fresh held out his arm with his hand engulfed in colorful flames. A second passed and Fresh's face displayed confusion. Chara laughed and raised her knife. "You can't control someone's soul if they don't have one!" She screeched, dozens of black and red knives popping into existence around her. She threw the knife in her hand at Fresh but he dodged it and watched it lodge itself into the wall behind him.

Thats when the rest of the knives came.

They shot at lighting speed towards Fresh but by then his Gaster Blasters were ready and shot them all to ash. His left eye was blazing a deep purple while his other was softly emitting a few wisps of flame here and there. "Time to end this." Fresh growled, not bothering to talk like he normally did.

Several large Gaster Blaster appeared next to him and charged up their neon attacks as their jaws opened so wide it looked like they would unhinge. Chara merrily laughed and ran straight towards them, a gleeful and demonic expression on her face. The Gaster Blaster all shot at Chara's figure in sync, their deadly rays vaporizing her body.

Fresh was sweating with effort, his arm starting to drop as exhaustion tried to overtake his skeletal body. When the Gaster Blasters disappeared, Chara's smoldered and mangled body lay on the ground unmoving. Fresh was panting, his left eye starting to fade back to a dull purple.

His eye sockets widened when Chara let out a weak but bone-chilling laugh. "I'll be back." She chuckled, raising a burnt hand and snapping her fingers. The knife that had lodged itself into the wall behind Fresh pulled itself out and shot towards him. "Fresh! Behind you!" You screamed, your eyes widening in terror at the thought of losing your skeleton friend again.

Fresh managed to dodge in time but he wasn't quick enough to avoid the large scrape the blade made as it brushed against the side of his skull. He let out a cry of pain as blood started pouring from the wound, his hand going to touch the blood. The knife landed in Chara's hand as her laughter died along with her fading body.

You had a feeling -- and not just from her last words -- that you hadn't seen the last of her.

"Fresh!" You cried, running towards him with worry in your eyes. He was staring at the blood on his hands when you reached him, unreadable expressions flashing across his face. "Fresh," You said gently, holding his skull in your hands to make him look at you. "Are you okay? Does it hurt a lot? I can--" "I'm fine." He said simply, picking up his glasses from off the floor a few feet away and putting them on. "It's just a scratch."

You pursed your lips and furrowed your brow. "But you're bleeding a lot and--" "Y/N, don't worry about me, I'm fine." Fresh reassured, trying his best to put on a convincing smile. You didn't believe him one bit. He was in pain and you could tell just from his facial expressions. But if he said he was fine . . .

"Okay." You huffed, wanting to suggest they head to an AU that could help Fresh's injury. "Yo dawg, how's about we go to the radical world of EchoTale?" Fresh suggested, his normal speech returning that caused a smile to spread across your lips. "Sure, but you're gonna let me patch up that 'scratch' whether you like it or not mister."

Fresh sighed and opened a portal to EchoTale. "Whatever dawg." You chuckled and followed him through the portal, the rip in reality closing behind you along with the remains of Fresh and Chara's battle.

Section 6 - @Oblivion_Kiki_0114

"Fresh, I have a question." you stated as the two of you walked through the eerie town of Snowdin. You couldn't help but shudder at the emptiness of Echotale. "and what is that question, my broski?" Fresh asked. "Why do you speak in 90's slang all the time? I mean, not that I'm bothered by it, I'm just curious." "well, i talk this radical way to hide... something. i... don't really want to talk about it, dude." "Oh, that's okay, you don't really have to--"

You heard footsteps. "Fresh, did you hear that?" You asked. "hear what?" He answered. "The footsteps. Did you hear them?" "nah, bro, i didn't hear any footsteps. you're probably hearing things because of all the stress you've been through. you just need a rest, and maybe some food," as if on cue, your stomach grumbled, and he continued, "but that's all." "Maybe you're right. You wanna help me look for food?" "yeah, anything for my homie."

|~Time Skip, yo!~|

You and Fresh were heading to Waterfall, to look for food and because you were getting kinda cold in Snowdin.

"Hey, hey Fresh." "yeah, my broski?" "Could I give you a nickname?" "sure, amigo." "How 'bout... Freshy boy?" "nah, not my type." "Fresh my Freshtastic Fresh Friend?" "nope. too long, homie." "What about... Freshtastic Fresh?" "sure." "Yeah! Thanks, Fre--"

You saw something black in the seaweed. You approached it, but when you looked, there was nothing. "Fresh, did you see that black thing in this seaweed I'm at right now?" "what? some black thing? nah, broski. haven't seen any black thing since the, um, encounter with nightmare and his shades." "Oh... Okay. I'm probably just imagining things."

|~Time Skip, yo!~|

You and your buddy, Freshtastic Fresh, continued searching for food in Hotlands. Maybe we should've checked Sans and Papyrus' house... Their house probably has loads of food! You thought. "Hey, Freshtastic Fresh, you wanna go back to Snowdin and search for food in Sans and Papyrus' house? They've got to have loads." "sure. but i don't wanna walk all the way there, bro. let's take a shortcut!" "Okay, my Freshy Fresh Fresh!"

You held Fresh's hand and you felt a bit dizzy for a few seconds, then you were in front of Sans and Papyrus' house. "That was quicker than I thought it would be." You stated. "well, ya gotta live with it, my broski. also, i'm goin' to the living room when we go inside, 'kay homie?" Fresh asked. "Yeah, that's fine." You replied.

You entered the house and immediately went to the kitchen. You opened the refrigerator and found... Nothing. Not a single food--

You saw something yellow in the corner of your eye. You look to the side, to find nothing there.

You suddenly heard a screech in the living room. That can't be Fresh! He's strong! You thought. You then heard something heavy fall with a thunk!

"FRESH!" You screamed when you saw him out cold, on the floor.

MY PART (because what's a good chapter without a plot twist?)

All at once, the multiverse stopped. Its heart had been ripped apart and scattered as if it meant nothing. One by one, the multiverses faded into darkness.

And then there was nothing.

Except for a pulse, barely undetectable. For in a small pocket universe barely hanging on to existence, there lay a single human kneeling over a lifeless body. Yet they were almost to the point of nothing, for the experiences and losses they had endured stripped them of their former identity.

For the skeleton on the ground, he simply wanted to feel an emotion. Inside of him a battle raged between the demon he confined within his mortal body and the poison from the wound inflicted upon him. The human simply wanted to stop feeling. Because what was the point of emotions if they were only meant to cause one such grief?

And so [Y/N] simply thought. No language could contain such emotions that backed their willpower. They simply wanted, and so the want for something other than the world they were in now channeled a spell greater than that ever recorded. The world around them bent to their willpower, time itself being completely rewritten. Deaths were overridden, whole stories erased.

All the while, [Y/N] remained hunched over their fallen friend, unaware of the changes around them.

At least, before they too faded into nothing.