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A/N: Got Inspired by a Ink Reborn story and started my own. This will probably be unfinished, like all my other stuff. It’s different from Creative Intent.
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I hummed away, as I started to move around, and played with bones.
I leaned over to Papyrus, still and soulless as ever. “Sup Brother. Been working on something new! Take a look. I call it Bonedoggo.” I pulled out a bone dog, it made a little bark noise and wagged its tell. I had it lick my face. “No doing that Bonedoggo.”
I looked at the Bonedoggo and fell back to the ground into a sitting position. The Bonedoggo dissipated as the magic I used to create it ran out. I hugged my legs close to me. This world was unfinished, and I was sure it would remain that way. So instead? I learned. I got really, stupidly good with my magic.
How am I still sane? I’m not sure. I’ve spent a stupidly long time here on the white canvas. Years probably. I’m the only one with a soul. The only one intact. I stood back up. Then I got back to playing with my magic.
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One of my goals in life is to figure out how to open a portal. I think it’s possible. I still remember the undertale fandom. I’ve experimented hard on that. Problem is that it’s kinda hard to figure it out. Something I did find though? I was getting stronger. The more I used my magic, the stronger I got. I’ve become really strong over the years, in terms of pure magic.
I don’t doubt that eventually I will figure it out.
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I got lost again. Walked out into the white void. It would probably be months till I find my way back. Oh well, I can keep practicing.
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I don’t have gaster blasters. They were never designed, Gaster didn’t exist in my timeline yet after all.
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I blinked, as I observed the code in front of me.
___Tale.
I did it. I opened up a code section. I could finally see it! I was getting closer to my goals!
I felt DETERMINATION course through my bones.
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I couldn’t stop my grin as I realized where I was. There were hundreds of universes floating in the void. I glanced back at where I came from. The white island was a blight on my sight. But… it was my original home I suppose. I made my way around, before finally finding the inky waterfall, dropping different colors of paints. I don’t have a brush, but I can fix that. I don’t even have clothes. But I can fix that.
First, I grabbed the paints, my magic covered them as I began to shape them, give them intent. Then, I had a brush. “Broomie!” It bonked me on the head. “What, I got out as fast as I could.”
It gestured towards the islands. I looked, and saw what I didn’t see before. Some of them were falling apart, some were covered in so much darkness it was nauseating and some were covered in so much brightness it was sickening. “Ah, I took a lot longer than I thought then. Well, let’s fix that then.”
I swung Broomie, donning a good looking outfit, and giving myself the signature Ink look. I grinned. “Let’s get to work, Broomie. I have a lot of maintenance to do.” Before I went, I filled my newly made glasses with paints. I hopped over to the first island that was falling apart, and hopped in.
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The world was fragmented, monsters cried in pain, and a few others hid in the zones untouched by glitches. They watched as a splat of paint appeared in the air, and a skeleton fell out, Sans sockets widened as they realized that the skeleton looked like them, except they were more colorful.
“Dancetale huh. Well, this place has been through brighter times.” The stranger spoke aloud, “Welp, Broomie let’s get started.” Asgore and the others watched as Ink began to spin his brush, and a rainbow of colors came out, and the world itself seemed to bend as people who were glitched and in pain got up and looked around. After a few moments, everything was back to normal.
Asgore approached, “Who… who are you.”
The Sans turned and looked at him. “Name’s Ink. Not that you’ll remember. Can’t really have you guys remember all this. No worries.” He looked up to the sky. “Hey Player. I need a reset here.” He then swung his brush, and hopped into ink.
Then Sans pulled himself to a sitting up position. He was back in his bed. He recognized the feeling as his memories came back. “Ink.” He had a connection to the resets, but not only that? He fixed the problems they were facing at that moment, and no one but himself would remember.
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Dancetale, Underfell, Undertale, and more. I kept fixing the universes, I was taking only a few seconds in each one.
It wasn’t till I was a thousand universes in that I found my counterpart. Error. He was tall as hell compared to me.
He was grumbling away as he tried to rip the universe asunder. I swung, sending paint to melt through the strings. “WhAt?”
“Hello there.” I slammed down to the ground as paint followed me. Freshly refilled and the universe began to get repaired. “Are you here causing trouble?”
“Who the hell are you!” Error said pointing at me.
I leaned on Broomie. “Name’s Ink. I’m the Protector of the Multiverse.” I replied with a grin and I started to swing my paint. Error’s sockets widened as he realized I was repairing this universe.
His sockets narrowed and he started laughing. “Took you long enough. Well, Ink. I’m Error, the Destroyer of these disgusting glitches.”
“Hmm. So you're a counterpart to me?” I replied, faking a confused tone.
Then Error started to speak to the air. “No, I know already. Stop telling me about him! Quiet down already! It’s to loud!” He slammed out his strings in all directions, undoing my hard work.
I swung myself. “Rude, I was fixing this place!” I quickly dissolved the strings, and he went on the offense. I’m guessing the voices in his head have made him angry at me or something along the lines. I grinned as I engaged in a fight with him. Well, by fight I mainly blocked his attacks with black ink walls and bones, and occasionally dissolved strings. I didn’t directly attack him. Didn’t want to accidentally kill him. No clue if we are in a God timeline or not, rather not risk it.
“Screw this! Attack back already?”
I blinked, then grinned. “Sure.” I swung Broomy. He started to cough up the blue paint I painted him with.
“What the hell is this stuff! It’s disgusting!”
“Really? I thought blue tasted pretty alright. Just a little sad ya know?” I replied while floating in the air, held up by my magic.
We started to hit each other, me doing zero damage paint based attacks, I grinned as I looked at him when he was panting and exhausted. The Error stopped attacking. I blinked. “Are you done already? I haven’t finished my artwork though.”
He blinked, and took a mirror out of his inventory, it was cracked. He looked at himself, I had turned him into clown Sans, he was just missing a red nose. “INK! I’m not through with you! This isn’t over!”
*Error runs away!*
Hmm. That was fun. Back to repairing this AU!
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I leaned into the beanbag I had made in the doodle sphere, relaxing as I observed the islands. A lot of them were still corrupted by positive and negative emotions. I’ll fix that soon enough. I had plenty of ink. I knew a few dramas I could imitate and start the story of in those positive universes, and I can bring some happy angst to the negative areas.
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I started in a light island. It was a surface variant. The positivity was almost toxic. I pulled red and blue paint, and did a little manipulation, left a few pamphlets, and started a revolution. The world was instantly on the pathway to a balanced world. It would just be a bit bloody. I did more situations like this as I went through negative and positive worlds. Starting resets for those that are too far gone with help from the Players. Some of which were unable to reset till I connected them with their functions again. Sure this would cause a few more runs to happen, but it would also heal the universe if it was too far gone.
I’m not sure how many times I did it, before a final reset in a variant of Outertale. I leaned into the flowers and closed my sockets as I relaxed. I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. It was a Player Controlled Frisk. “Ah, sup Player. I’ll be out of here in a bit. Relaxing after a long few days of work.”
They nodded, and asked if they could help. “Nah, can’t have the Frisk leave the verse, could cause issues. While Players can cross to other verses no issue, their vessels can’t. If you run into me on another world and I ask you to reset please do so though.”
They nodded as they went on their way. I noticed the dust on their clothes, it was definitely a neutral run.
I relaxed again. Closing my eyes.
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After a bit I got up and left. Can’t actually sleep. Haven’t been able to sleep. It was just a mental break for me. Returning back to the doodlesphere I observed everything. The multiverse went from 30% intact, to 99% intact in only a few days! Man I’m good at this.
[You did a lot of work. What a good child.]
I grinned at the random voice. “Yeah, fixing and repairing universes isn’t too difficult for me.” I frowned slightly. “Although, it was way more broken than I expected when I got out. Sooo, who are ya, I’m Ink, Protector of the Multiverse.”
[My name is Fate, child.]
Fate… oh is this FGOD Fate? Huh, I wonder what’s going on then. “Fate huh. What’s up with you?”
[I found you going around and fixing things, however if you haven’t noticed, this multiverse… it’s kind of empty. Why not become a creator? One of my children?]
I hummed. “Eh, why not. Anything to have a good time right?”
[Ah, thank you. Creating all these universes were taking up a good portion of my time after all. Here you go.]
I was then smashed to the ground with the existential weight added to my form. I felt myself change as my already massive magic reserves integrated the new energy added. I relaxed there on the ground for a while. Then pulled myself up. I now of a height similar to that of Error’s. Cool.
“So. I’m now Ink, Protector and Creator of the Multiverse.” I said with a chuckle.
[I was thinking more like the God of Creation.]
“Meh, too high standing. If I ever wanted to make friends, being called God of Creation would cause some issues.” I said as I stood up. I sat up and stretched and looked at the empty expanse beyond the current islands. “Well then, I suppose I should get started. First I should get a system up and running that can document things for me… Ah, I know who I can grab for that!”
I began to hop from island to island. Till I found it. ScienceTale. If I remember correctly the Sans in this universe is in their prime scientific phase.
I made a portal, and proceeded to land in his lab, and proceeded to accidentally knock over several things. I wasn’t used to the new size of my body. I could use paint to travel, but most of the time I just portaled unless I was in a hurry.
There was a shuffling as Sans in a lab coat and glasses entered the room. He turned the lights on and looked at me. “Who are you?”
I stood up, getting my sense of balance back. “Name’s Ink! I need your assistance!”
“Wait, hold up. Where did you even come from?!” Sci asked.
I grinned, “Between worlds!” I moved beside him, he got nervous at the speed I moved. “I’m here because I wish to ask if you could do something for me.”
“Who even are you?!”
I bowed, “Ink, Protector of the Multiverse and Creator of Universes.”
He looked so confused, so I grinned and spoke again. “Well, I suppose its better if I showed you.” I grabbed him, and pulled him into the Mobtale timeline. He fell on the grass as he looked around.
“Are we... are we on the service.”
I held my brush over my shoulders. “Not your surface, this is Mobtale. Think of it like a universe based around crime and drama. Tis pretty fun.” I grabbed him and pulled him back home. “Welcome back.”
He went and sat on a side bench in the lab. I leaned on the wall. “So… your some sort of God?”
“I didn’t say god! But yes. Creation is my forte. I think.” I replied thinking about it. “I’m sorta new to that part. More used to being a Protector than a Creator.”
“Your new to that part?!” Sci asked, more confused than before.
I nodded. “Yeah, got my job as a Creator only a few minutes ago. Anyways, that brings me to what I need you for. I need a device that documents the space of the multiverse, tells me the condition of the-” I froze as I felt a metaphorical string get pulled. Swaptale was under attack.
I sighed. “Think about my request! I gotta go deal with some trouble.” I proceeded to make a paint splotch and jump in it. Faster for the distance I need to go.
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I popped out and glanced at the destruction occurring. Killer Sans, Dust Sans, and Horrortale Sans were causing mayhem while Dream fought with Nightmare. Dream was on the backfoot.
I landed, superhero landing! In front of the three murderous Sans.
“Huh, will you look at that, someone with a bit of backbone.” Dust Sans replied as they glanced at me.
I chuckled, “I’d say it’s knife to see ya.” I started to spin Broomie. “But you boneheads are causing me some trouble. So I’ll have to brush ya away.”
Killer grinned, “You think you can take all three-” He didn’t get to finish his dialogue as I grabbed him, and slammed him through a portal to an abandoned AU.
“One down.” The other two jumped back at that, and the fight was on. I dodged blaster, bones, and blocked with black ink. Hmm. I pulled some blue ink, and splattered Dusts soul. He collapsed as his negativity soared and he started crying. I glanced at the final Sans in commission. “Two down.”
Horror took a step back everytime I stepped closer. “Hey… pal. We… can…. talk… about this.”
I hummed. “Yeah, maybe later.” I pushed him into the portal back to his home universe that I formed behind him.
Then I came next to Dust, and bent down next to him. “Sorry bout that. It’s sad thinking about everything that happens, with no mental block of insanity. Don’t worry too much though.” I gripped him by the shoulders and he focused on me. “Things will get better.” I gave him a gentle push through the portal back to Dusttale.
I then dodged the black inky tentacles that tried to stab me. I looked at Nightmare. He looked livid. I could see Dream in the background, he was rapidly trying to heal and come help. I grinned as I looked at Nightmare. “Guardian of Negativity. How ya been doin?”
“Don’t give me that friendly crap. What did you do to my subordinates!” Nightmare demanded.
I chuckled as I swung Broomie at him. “Elsewhere of course.”
We proceeded to fight, I dodged shadow bones, and negativity tentacles. He dodged my paint. Frankly, if it goes on to long the more I risk actually hurting him. So I pulled out a yellow vial, and grinned at him as I chucked the thing.
Artificial Happiness flowed through me, and I kept smiling as he visibly weakened. His sockets widened, before finally he fled. I glanced to my side and saw Dream, he was consuming the positivity I was leaking like mad.
I leaned back. “If it isn’t the Guardian of Positivity himself.”
“Who are you.”
I grinned as I began to talk.