Unknowingly in his dreams he could remember how this new, horrible, era in this multiverses history began long ago. The creator of the time a quiet, careful, being who put years of work into his newest additions as well as further years in watching to see how they went making sure to nudge them to their best conclusions when he saw them start to stray from that path, but never forcing to his will to make them go that way. In-between the careful monitoring and creation of new worlds though, sometime even when he was in the middle of designing a new world, he would sleep, sometimes for years at a time.

How did he know this?

Easy, he had lived along side the other since near the beginning. His world was one of the first three formed, the third one to be specific. He never truly understood why the other always made one character from the new world first before continuing it. Perhaps it was to make sure the coding worked and wouldn't crash before he finished it? Or maybe it was to have someone else to talk to besides himself since he never directly interacted with the worlds he made?

Either way he had become use to the others ways during the creation of his world, even pitching in and offering ideas on what could be done. When the world was finally complete the creator of both him and his world offered him a choice that he would later learn he offered every single one of the first beings of a world in hopes of having someone to talk to.

What was the chose?

To remember him and this space between worlds and have the chance to come and go from their homeworld as they pleased, with the down side that they would never die, or toforget this place of beginnings and live a normal life. He would never trulyunderstand why every single person besides him said no, perhaps it was becausethey didn't want to deal with the uncertainty that care with an endless life,he on the other hand answered yes because he didn't want the creator to bealone. He became the other's friend and guard from any possible threats, andthrough their long years together he had come to know many of the youngerworlds as well as giving some ideas to truly bring them to life in their own ways.

One such world, and the last to be started before everything changed, was one designed around the idea of beings who could use paint like the ones the creator carried around on his belt, though he never used them really. He watched as the first being for the world came to be as a skeleton, just like all the other firsts, with eyes that changed color and shape every time the being blinked. The creator watched the new one for a few minutes as they took in everything with a smile gracing the creator's face, just like it did with every fist of a world, before yawning and asking him to keep an eye on the new one as he got some rest. Knowing the other had been going with the last world for a while, worried about the possible repercussions of the tree of sleep, he told his friend to get a good rest before turning back to watching the other looking at everything in curiosity. After a while of watching the other and finally deciding that nothing would probably go wrong he too let himself fall into sleeps grasp.

He doesn't know how long he was asleep for, perhaps a few years? He didn't know and he never felt the need to remember the progression of time here in the creator's realm, what he did know was that there was yelling and the sounds of fighting. His eyes shot open as he heard this and looked around to spot the problem to see the creator and the new being fighting for all their worth with the new being holding something that he didn't know would change the tides of the battle thanks to a surprise.

The belt with themagic flasks of paint .

He quickly joined the creator in the battle and worked alongside them to keep the other at bay. Eventuallyanger took the new being's soul as they started to lose and they grabbed one ofthe vials and slashed it like they were holding a sword sending what he couldonly describe as a slash of red paint at the creator. He didn't have any timeto do anything as the slash hit the creator and a blinding white light coveredthe area. When he could open my eyes again in the place of the creator were twoskeletons one with clothes so bright they were hard to look at while the otherwas covered with static obscuring them though he could still see the bonecolors of the creator on them. He didn't know what to do as he turned to lookwere the new being stud and froze as he saw another red slash had been sent athim. He didn't have time to move and was hit with the attack. As light blindedhim he felt like he was falling and screamed in pure agony.

"Sans!"

Sans shot up strait still screaming in fear as he gripped his baby blue pajama top were his soul would be. His eyes searched the room for any possible threats and stumbled upon his lazy bother kneeling next to his blue race care bed. He looked at his brother hoping to ground himself from the fear coursing through his veins. The tall skeleton was wearing his signature orange hoody and khaki shorts, both of which looked like they had been slept in... again. Sans refocused on his brother's face to see the worry on his features as his brother asked "sans, are you ok?"

Sans calmed down as he figures out were he was, he was at home with his elder brother, why did that feel wrong, sitting in his bed in his bed room. Sans sighed as he let go of his shirt and replied "I'm fine Papy. Just had a nightmare."

Papyrus frowned a bit at this and asked "what about?"

Sans frowned at that and tried to remember what it was about only to come up blank, why couldn't he remember. Before saying "I don't know, but it must have been really scary!"

Papyrus snorted a bit at his reply before saying "probably should forget it happened then, no point and focusing on bad things like that. you should get ready for the day bro, don't you have training with alphys?"

Papyrous snorted at this before getting up saying "i'll let you get to it then bro." before leaving the room closing the door behind him.

Sans quickly ran over to his closet planning to get out his battle body and get dressed for the day, but as he looked at his battle body he just stud there looking at it. It wasn't right. Before shaking the feeling off and putting on his battle body as he rushed out the door, though the feeling remained. Why couldn't he remember.

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So, I was board and I am not really having the best of luck with writing my other main fic, and I just so happen to come up with this weird idea of a story. so I started writing and this came up. I need to make an actual picture later for it, but for now that one works as well as any.

got any guesses on who is who? comment on it. I won't reveal the truth but you might be closer then you think.

have a nice day!

(update 2- how this wattpad program can mess up the pasting of a document I will never know, but this is the second time I have had to fix this because of not only a few missing paragraphs but also a weird paragraph placement. now it should make a while not more sense then before.

chapter 1 for this and... seven I think of my other main fic are in the works but I have been stuck on character interactions and lore. I know what I want but it isn't easy to put it to words.

I actually noticed the messed up chapter when I was playing with my projector. welp I am going to go get some stuff done then possibly work on this. Though I should probably focus more on an upcoming event in my personal life that pertains to my current way of living, so that first.

bye.)