Finally
Lore
New Universe : CHIEF☆TALE
by : @milkyway-art25 ( ME)
• Featured characters:
Chief Sans ( or Fire)
Dr. Gaster ( 50 /50 heh)
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Long ago, there lived humans and monsters. They all lived together on the surface. The Earth was ruled by one man... King Sir Frisk...
Dr. Gaster... He was a renowned royal scientist and puppeteer... He belonged to a race of monsters...
In his free time, Gaster sewed fabric dolls and performed them on stage.
After each puppet show, he threw several dolls into the fireplace because he didn't like them. Then he continued his experiments...
One day, during one of his experiments, he wanted to create a living creature. He succeeded, creating a small skeleton, the size of a child, but found no signs of life in the body.
"Dead..."
There was some fabric lying nearby, so he decided to sew a doll and stuffed the body inside. How wrong he was to think the skeleton was dead...
Then he created other dolls, not human, but monsters. They were almost human-sized, but shorter, and he could control them with his magic. He liked the idea. He didn't burn them...
Azgore, Toriel, Asriel, Chara, Metaton, Papyrus, Undine , Muffet, Alphys... And Chief...
Those were the names of these dolls...
Every time, every day of the performance... People and monsters loved it...
The dolls felt nothing, but Sans did... He had emotions... He remained inside the doll... He thought these dolls were his real, living friends... In Gaster's mind, they were friends...
Over time, fewer and fewer people came to the dolls' concerts. Gaster was forced to burn the dolls, leaving Sans behind. His friends burned in flames before Sans's eyes... It hurt...
Gaster created new dolls, similar to the old ones, but made of porcelain...
And again, the performances...
Sans was consumed with anger at his creator's actions. He was hurt, he wanted to be heard, to live, not be a doll... He could do nothing but obey Gaster's strings and movements.
"This isn't fair..."(Не справедливо...)
Thinking in his head.
One time, at a performance, everything was going well, but suddenly Sans's arms were torn off.
The hall filled with screams of fear and quickly emptied...
Returning to the lab, Gaster threw Sans with all his might against the wall next to the table. He fell to the floor. The table wobbled, and test tubes of potions fell onto it and dripped straight onto Sans.
"You provoke one more performance and I'll burn you in the fireplace... Chief."
He left. The potion continued to drip onto Sans. Suddenly, he felt a surge of energy. He wiggled his fingers. In his mind, he thought:
"Am I... Alive?..."(Я... Ожил?...)
He stood up and walked to the fireplace, and suddenly the fire in the fireplace began to reach out to him. Stars formed from the fire, and the fire in the fireplace followed the stars, and the stars obeyed Sans's mind. Wherever he wanted to lead the stars, they moved with the fire. He turned to the flasks from which the potion had poured.
"This potion is magic... Is this... Cool...?"( Это зелье магии... Это... Круто..?)
"I can destroy it... Then I'll be free... This is my chance..."( Я могу уничтожить всë... Тогда я буду свободен... Это мой шанс...)
Sans thought to himself.
He didn't know how to use it; he didn't think about the consequences...
The next day, another performance... Gaster was pulling the magical strings, and the puppets were moving. It was Sans's turn to perform, and Gaster began pulling his strings. Suddenly, the lights in the hall went out and a fire blazed. The lights came back on, Sans was facing the audience, stars and fireballs flying nearby. Gaster tried to control Sans with magic, but it was unsuccessful, and he remained where he was.
"This can't go on... I'm tired of being a puppet and being controlled... I'll just burn everything down here... I don't want anyone to suffer because of Gaster..."( Это не может больше продолжаться... Я устал быть марионеткой и быть под контролем... Я просто сожгу здесь всë дотла... Я не хочу , что бы кто то страдал из за Гастера...)
The fire spread rapidly... The universe couldn't withstand the explosion of magic, and it collapsed... He burned his universe to the ground... And killed every living thing... And killed himself...
The Anti- Emptiness , quiet, white, empty, and endless, with flashes of yellow and orange above...
Chief Sans...
He woke up and sat up on the floor.
"I... Alive...?" ( Я ... Живой...?)
He said out loud.
"Can I speak?!" ( Я могу говорить?!)
He couldn't believe he was alive and not a doll. He rose from the void floor and walked around a bit. He examined his legs and found no fabric. Only the clothes he once wore...
"I'M NOT A GUSTER DOLL ANYMORE! THIS HAPPENED! I'M FREE! I'M ALIVE! MY MOUTH WILL NOT BE SEWED UP!!!"( Я БОЛЬШЕ НЕ КУКЛА! ЭТО ЗБЫЛОСЬ! Я СВОБОДЕН! Я ЖИВ! МОЙ РОТ БОЛЬШЕ НЕ ЗАШИТ!!!)
He joyfully raised his arms, noticed this, and lowered them to his sides, looking at his palms.
"Do I have hands?... Oh..." ( У меня появились руки?... Ох...)
Chief looked into the distance, realizing he was in another dimension.
Over time, he declared this space his home. Freedom, silence, he loved it...
He learned magic... Chief was able to create objects, a notebook and pencils... He didn't know about the existence of other beings and universes...
216 years passed...
Everything was as usual. The Chief was doing nothing, didn't know what to do with himself... He drew every day, with his hands and feet...
But then...
There was a gurgling sound, and suddenly a large puddle of ink appeared, from which a skeleton emerged.
"The Void...?"
Said the skeleton, seeing the inhabitant of this void and quickly approaching him. He began examining his clothes and circling around, sketching in his notebook.
"Oh! Hey! You're the new Sans? Cool! How did you end up here? What's your name? Or don't you have a name? What's the name of your AU? And what's the history of this AU? What's the name of your Creat...? Oh, that was unnecessary..."
The skeleton wanted to say something, but was interrupted.
"Shut up!! Who the hell are you?!"
Silence. They looked at each other. The other skeleton smiled apologetically, and Chief was surprised by his own reaction.
"Oh... Sorry... I asked too many questions... (especially about the creator)... And you're a skeleton with a fiery temper, heh. I'm Ink Sans, or just Ink... I know you're also Sans, but what's your other name?"
"Ink means... I..."
Chief paused, but then remembered "Chief" from his memories.
"I'm Chief."
"Cool!"
And so began their acquaintance. Ink brought Chief to his Doodle Sphere and introduced him to other universes. Chief learned from Ink how to navigate other AUs. That's how he met other AUs and their inhabitants, but each time he got into trouble.
Perhaps he'll learn about the higher world...
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Honestly, I'm practically incapable of writing stories. I can invent them, but I can't create them lol
