Okay, so for the very small few here. For the one reading, I was thinking of finally putting my multiverse in the whole wide world. Mainly to finally become part of the UTMV, which, while becoming an author, is my moon goal. UTMV is one of my stars in a way. So, for this post, I will only show how I see the multiverse I made.
So by using the minecraft game of a friend on Switch. (I know now that best minecraft is on PC)
This image is pretty much my definition of connected multiverse or like simply. Those are my 3 main sources of inspiration. Also because at one point, I made 3 oc from these 3 "genre" meet. So I decided whatever. Though to make something clear. They might be connected, but they do not ever truly meet. For example, it's not because we have a GravityTale au where Dipper and Mabel fall in the Underground of Undertale. That the two multiverse are now one and the same. I guess it's just to say that the Other Circle symbolizes crossover potential.
The reason why I didn't just stick to Undertal is not only because I make everything harder for myself. But because of one specific idea I had when I was very much younger. I made my undertale oc, and my gravity falls oc, sisters. It might not be Canon anymore, but they were. And a part of me still thinks that the idea of two sisters separated by fate and the whims of creation to be interesting.
I don't know how to make it look appealing yet, but I hope this will make it easier to search for when I ramble so hard I have multiple essays about the type of flower the cousin of the twice remove niece of a background character likes to eat.
Undertale 💛
Amelia V6 (The Sixth Draft will also encompass all the other prior drafts)
-AmeliaV6 and Fear and Memories.
-AmeliaV6 and Stag (Ccino Sans)
-AmeliaV6' New Honorary dad Stag (Ccino Sans)
-AmeliaV6 and Slash Sans
-AmeliaV6 and Slash Sans ans Silver Sans
-AmeliaV6 and Oni
-AmeliaV6 Get Harvested (Content Warning)
-AmeliaV6 Rambling with Blueberror
- AmeliaV6 and Killer
- AmeliaV6 as Little Match Girl and Jane (Jack)
- AmeliaV6 and Nightmare
-AmeliaV6 and MurderTimeTrio
-Ameliav4 as Tome the Thrall of Albatross.
-AmeliaV6 and the Ancestors of All Aus
-AmeliaV6 at a bar (don't ask)
-AmeliaV6's Creators vs Eldritch Dream
-AmeliaV6's new Friend
-AmeliaV5 and Memories Worth Sharing
Nova ("I just want a normal childhood.")
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Physalis ("How does it feel to have someone call your name?")
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Enya ("I don't want to be scared anymore.")
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WhatIfVerse But here are the backstories when I finish them. And here's their reference sheet
Stone Ink
-Stone Ink and Yokai Onyx.
Titan Error
-Cute Valentine Day with Sovereign (Blueberror)
Limos Nightmare Sans
-Happy Birthday Limos (Nightmare Sans)
-Jester (Killer Sans) meeting Slash and Silver
-Happy Birthday Jester (Killer Sans)
-Lore (Fresh Sans) explanation
Ceres Dream Sans
-Ceres (Dream Sans) the ones who answers the call of the Void.
-Happy Birthday Ceres (Dream Sans)
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WhatIf Misclenious
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Creepypasta/Internet Horror 🤍
Angelina Forx
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Gravity Falls 💜
- Kelly Ness (Mailman)
-Amelia and Oni (the brunette in the background)
- Amelia as Little Match Girl (she is Jill)
- Kelly Ness Bio.
- Kelly Ness The Great Teacher
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Other 🖤
Emory Marygold
-Madoka Magica (I wish for Unlimited Wished)
-Slay The Princess (I wish that all the wishes I made from the past and future are preserved as their unique moment.)
-Winx Club (I wish for this place to be a place of safety and growth. Where all the magical girls can rest and not worry about negative emotions).
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Low-key want to believe you can do a Gravity Falls crossover with Witch Hat Atelier. I mean the Cyclop Could literally be Bill Cipher.
This is Amelia's Sister. Kelly Ness she is the one in Amelia's sister. Kelly was struck by a deal with a brimmed hat. They needed to find safety and with Amelia as a criminal they had to find something quick. So the brimmed hat, branded Kelly with a spell to find such a thing. Over her eye, a mirror to her sister. But they were also given a construct. An Eyepatch with a protective spell. So if anyone not of the Magistra need to ask. It can be simply explained away as an incident being protected from germs.
And yes her ponytail will act like a snake coiling around her.
I tried to do something with Witch Hat Atelier. Mainly how Amelia would work in it, and well because it made me want to learn how to draw. I decided to do this.
Amelia in this had a similar problem to Coco
((Spoilers))
She was born into witchcraft unlike Coco, but she unknowingly used a brimhat's inks. Sadly when she was put under the memory erasure spell, she was alone with her sister. So no one could vouched for her. They don't tend to listen to kids anyway. But unlike others she didn't forget, she actually remembered every life stolen by that spell.
So she and her sister ran, in the confusion. Her eye made her a target and a criminal. So she learned the forbidden ways to survive.
A new prequel fangame is out Cooking With Kindness. Go support it and play it, it's like really good. Totally making it canon in the Whatifverse.
I changed my previous interpretation of The Soul Of Kindness to fit it actually. So instead of just a lost soul that met his end in a mistake. They are a Non-binary autistic kid with a penchant for self sacrificial nature.
On a pacifist run Sunny will stay comfortable in their identity and help Luna in her endeavors.
On a Genocide run Sunny will hate themselves to much and revert back to their dead name and go back to He/Him. I guess the redemption arc would be them understanding that their faults doesn't make them any less worthy of their identity.
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Hahahaha i have no idea why i made this. Its not logical nor does it have proper story. I wanted to highlight papyrus here but i still managed to make it not abt him :(
Hope yall like this silly drawing lol
Idea originated from here from @hailstorm57 that an au isnt stable if a papyrus doesnt exists ^^
Sans didn't know what to think when he'd watch his entire life fall apart in just seconds that day. It started like a normal day, until Sans' hand fell through the table, until his foot went through the snow pile he kicked, until the trees weren't casting shadows anymore. It almost felt like nothing was real anymore.
And then he watched someone fall through the floor. The scream was quick, barely had time to start before it was gone.
Then the ceiling cracked open, pure white splintering the ceiling as something staticky crawled through.
The screams were loud. Monsters were turning to dust left and right. He grabbed his brother and ran and ran and ran until they to slipped through the cracks of the world. He's not sure how many were able to save themselves, he knows him and his bother are safe, having wiggled past something and gotten through one of it's glitchy riffs through space.
But they weren't safe, they never were.
A short skeleton coated in bright cyan paint claimed to be their salvation, claimed that he could save them, to give them a story again, a purpose. He claimed that they'd be able to keep each other safe, that he and his palette would protect them, protect each other. With nothing more to lose, the brothers agreed.
And then they lost each other.
He could do nothing but watch as his brother's soul was bottled into a little vial. The skeleton slowly turned to Sans, a bright smile spreading warmly across his face as he tells Sans it's his turn. Every part of him screamed to run.
So he ran; he ran like a coward.
Riffs still littered this plane, little warps in space where you can almost see other worlds through. He picked one at random, he just needed to get away from the raging skeleton barrelling towards him, livid that their agreement had been so quickly nulled. He just-
He jump through the riff as his vision spots, his prosthetic eye threatening tumbling out of his socket as he hits the ground with a wet thud. The rift closing distantly somewhere.
His hand sticks itself frantically into the cold floor, his legs kicking away from the riff as he turns his head to see-
Nothing.
He's out of magic. He's out of magic and he doesn't know where he is. He doesn't know where he is and he can't get more magic.
Normally, his brother would lend some, give him a few more hours of vision so Papyrus could have a chance to eat, but this isn't normally anymore; he doesn't have anything anymore.
He doesn't want to think about how the silence of no one is crushing his ribs.
The first thing he takes note of as he huffs desperately for air is the cold and sharp snow coats the floor he lies on. The snow turning wet as it melts against his bones and clings to his clothing. It's freezing, fair colder then it's ever been in Snowdin, even with the lack of Core heating the underground.
He pulls himself up, and with nothing left, he pick a random direction and starts walking. He bumbles his way through the biting snow, fallowing what seems to be a winding uphill path until his foot meets the edge of some stairs. Floundering for the knob, his hand meets the worn metal handle, turning it open with a soft click.
He thinks it's dark inside; he can't hear the gentle buzz that light bulbs normally have. The room smells heavy of dust, like movement was foreign to this place. He breaks the stillness of the air as he marches through slowly, his hands poised forward in the air to catch himself if needed.
It's a new room now, he think so at least, if the different floor type anything to go by. Tiles maybe? There's a new smell too, something-
He hears something climbing to the ceiling.
He looks up out of habit. Whatever's there doesn't sound friendly. Hissing like a viper that he got too close to, given he's probably in a house right now he definitely is.
"Heyya," Sans starts, cringing and have rough his voice sounds as he pushes on, "didn't mean to-"
"How did you get in?" A voice snaps.
Definitely not an animal, "Door was unlocked?" he tried.
Something wet and squelching slithers across the walls as the speaker drops down, "Do NOT play coy with me; no average monster can get up these cliffsides anymore." They step forward, he steps back. "So tell me: how did you get here?"
Fear wraps around his soul, almost like the air itself was poisoned by it, "I-I don't know! Got tossed in the snow after the whole place was breaking!
A pause. "Breaking?"
Sans tries to get his words in order, "Yeah, like uhh, the ceiling!" he hears them shift, "The ceiling was starting to crack, but wasn't normal or anythin'. It was white, like, like, like pure white; no shadows or nothin'." a hum, "I know it sounds funky. Scratch that, actually insane, but that's what I was seeing! Others were screamin' too, it, it wasn't just me, 'twas everybody!" Sans still can't believe it himself.
The stranger's still silent. Sans can hardly tell if they're even breathing, "You may stay."
"Huh?" What?
"One night, and that is all... it is clear to me you have nowhere to go back to. Things were... how do I explain this to a normal monster? Fading? Not true? Were not acting correctly?" Sans nods, "Then the chances that you have a home to go back to are very slim to none."
Sans' soul plummets as a disbelieving chuckle tumbles out, "You's can't be serious. Is this some sick joke or somethin'? Ain't no way the whole underground collapsed in on itself. There's got to be someplace in an okay-ish state." He knows he's bordering on shouting, that he shouldn't to the one offering him someplace to sleep, but he's tired. He's tired and angry and scared and lost and hungry and-
"Do you wish for something?" the monster asks gently, like Sans was seconds away from shattering. Honestly, he might be. When Sans only responds with a questioning hum, they continue, "You are hungry; you have be for a long time. Would you like something to lessen its strength?" Ah.
"Na," he starts, a bit startled by the wild change in conversation, "I'm on suppressants already. Don't wanna start mixin' them."
"That is not what I meant." They step forward, he doesn't step back. "I meant that you can eat, food that is. I can give some to you."
Oh no, "Na... I'm good really!" He couldn't eat, not when Paps... isn't here anymore... he realizes. Tears threaten to fall from his sockets but he can't let them, not now. "But really! Wouldn't want to use up your precious resources on somebody leaving tomorrow after all!" he excuses. What ever they're trying to feed him can't be good news.
"It would be no trouble." They say far too calmly, "I do not need to consume the same way you do. I have other means."
They step forward, he steps back.
"I don't think that's as comforting as you think it is..." he admits.
Silence, then, "I must admit, I have not comforted someone in a very long time. Apologies if I am a bit blunt in that department." They step forward, he steps back. "I have cans, some fruits I believe, left here by the previous owner. You can have some." One step forward, two steps back.
His back hits the wall.
Panic overtakes him with the same speed as being thrown in an ice bath and held underwater. His breathing hitches, eye sockets widen as he pushes himself further until his spine is flush against the wall. His hand feels around the wooded walls for something, anything, that could be useful.
His nails catch into the grooves of the wood of the flat wall but it blesses him with nothing. He's screwed. He'd gotten himself in such a stupid mess that he didn't need to be in.
The tips of fingers gently glide passes cheek. The sound of his skull ricocheting off of the wooden paddling stopping the hands' pursuit for mere moments before they continue, palms slotting against his cheeks as hushing sound follows.
Their thumb brush hesitantly under his eyelid, "It's quite all right." The voice sounds lower down now, almost like they shrunk. Sans adjusts where his head is looking, "There you are. I didn't mean to scare you. I hope this smaller form is less unnerving to you; I hadn't given it much thought til now." Never mind that he couldn't tell the difference.
Sans let's them awkwardly pet his face for a few moments longer, enjoying the way they're cool fingers glide over top his cheekbone before sliding his hands overtop their wrists to gradually pry them off.
For a moment, his own breathing is the only thing he hears before they whisper out a soft, "Would you like those fruits now?"
"That... could be nice..." it doesn't stop the guilt from racking its way through his ribs.
He's led back to the tiled room. The flooring clicks softly underneath his boots. They move him to a chair as they search through several cabinet doors before releasing a triumphant huff, a can clinking against the countertop. The next thing he expects is the sound of a can opener, or maybe more drawers opening, or even the sound of a can opening from a pull tab some cans have. What he doesn't expect is the sound of metal being torn apart, like overtly rusted metal doors being pried open by shear force of will alone, followed by soft cursing.
The can is pushed across the table, "It should suffice. A bit of a mess was made so be cautious of the edges."
They sit in silence. It wouldn't be to bad if he could shake off the feeling of them watching that was etching itself into his bones.
Sans tries not to feel awkward as they sit, the only sound echoing across the room being him fishing out the fruit from it's metal coffin. He's hesitant to eat it. His body is screaming at him to just eat, to finally grant himself a morsel, but his mind is whispering to him there is a catch, that no one is willing to just offer up their precious resources to someone that we're going to throw out the next day.
And that whisper was starting to sound more like a scream.
He doesn't move to eat.
So, he speaks instead, "What did ya mean about my chances being so low I shouldn't even start counting?"
They didn't answer right away, like an internal battle between truth and ideals waged, "I meant that somebody went in, tore everything that you have once known apart, and left before anyone's dust had the chance to settle. I have seen it; you are not the first, will not be the last. It is persistent in eradication." They state plainly, as if commenting on the decor.
The deafening silence that followed was... well, deafening.
"You may stay the night, that has not changed." The monster spoke, cutting through the silence. Their fingers tap rhythmically against the counter, "I believe there's an old mattress you may lay on somewhere. I will find it for you, but I will do no more. Do you understand?"
Sans numbly nods, not having any strength to fight, even with words.
Writer to writer, I wanted to share it around. It's so cool and lovely made. I wonder if Ink was actually mad or simply confused and enthusiastic. Like "wait why is he running? Ooh race time cool!"
This is the final story @marble-birdie (it's not gonna end well. Amelia happy ending isn't here, sorry.) I hope it was still a cool journey.
Amelia's Tragedy
While Amelia was drawing with Dust as her supervisor. Dream rushed through the door and practically tackled her. Nightmare was busy closing the door before walking by Dust side.
Amelia couldn't really accept the joy again. To finally be in a family setting, the idea that she helped twins reunite. Mainly because her Creator had resurfaced and just looked bored. Seemingly waiting for something to come out of this. She is gonna disappear soon isn't it.
Dream brought her to his room where Horror was watering all the plants with care. Amelia wanted to smile and indulge in the love. But her creator was snoring. So she forced a genuine smile and let Dream talk with Horror to learn how to take care of plants.
Horror ruffled her hair as he sat by her. “You know I might not be an empath, but your face is telling me everything? What's going on?”
Amelia looked around trying to find a way to explain it. Until the term reset finally surfaced on its own. “I am waiting to be put on reset. It feels like it's gonna come soon and I won't be able to meet you guys again.”
Dream looked at her with a slight fear that she understood all too well. Losing a friend? No worse, go back to a stone prison away from his brother? But Horror simply nodded; he knew what it felt like of course. “Do you know if we are going to still be there though?”
Amelia nodded “it's always only me that can't come back. All of you get to still be here. I always get left behind.” New timelines don't disappear because something so empty left.
Dream nodded with pure determination. “Then let's do something fun.”
Amelia smiled as Dream pulled her forward.
Only to step on grass. Dream no longer there. Amelia looked around to see trees and a blue sky. Memories broke through her like glass as the full history of this new multiverse embedded itself. This one was really different it seems. Just another multiverse so much like any other.
Amelia now on her knees gripped the grass in her fingers before simply letting it go. Her Creator floated to meet her gaze. Sorry but that stuff is so boring. The being floated behind her as they caressed her head, making her fragile body break and burst into flames. Also you did give them a happy ending. Amelia punched at the air as she punched the ground until the knuckles also turned to flames.
Amelia finally got back up before walking towards whatever civilization. “Please call me one day.”
I was awake enough to write this. It's mot much @marble-birdie but I hope you like it. When I ca. Stay awake longer, I am tackling her relationship with Horror.
Saying Thank you
Amelia didn't really understand how Dream and Nightmare could just spend time reading. Okay she kind of did. Dream was just happy to be with his brother again and so did Nightmare. Not to mention they didn't know how the story was gonna end.
Amelia knew though, she also knew why it was written. She knew the life of its author. Every time she tried to read books, each page had 7 or more tied to it. Pallimpsest made out of draft. Like her, but it also made reading rather difficult.
So while Dream and Nightmare were enjoying a good book. Amelia decided to look around instead. Knowing everything in advance didn't take away anything.
So Amelia wandered the halls. The castle was big and spacious. It was also brimming with a primal magic that reflected the same memory, the one of its making. It was built of the brutality of war. As much as it made the castle unique in the never ending storm of borrowed castles, it was ultimately just spark in a white void. So Amelia kept going until she found the kitchen. Horror wasn't there. She could have found him easily, but she hates looking for specifics. Especially if she can't smell her scarf.
Amelia continued to walk until she was at another entry way. One of the living places was empty. Darn no Horror. A thief and a spy hmm? Amelia didn't have time to look back that Killer was already looking by the entryway with her. “So what are we spying on?”
Amelia was about to roll her eyes, but then again it might be fun to play along. “I am trying to find Horror. I didn't say thank you after breakfast.” She should have done it.
“You like ate 3 full plates and then the rest so there would be no waste. I think that's thanking him.” Killer was right in a sense. Cooks love being shown how much their food is enjoyable.
Amelia looked down for a moment, Horror's memories coming for a moment. She could eat anything I guess. “Words are powerful, you know. Even if you lie it kind of confirms whatever is going on. A lot could be saved if people just talked.”
So Amelia kept going until Killer shrugged and walked away. Meh I am more of a cat kind of guy anyway. He was right, if she was any type of pet it was a dog. She was raised like this and frankly she was proud. So she went on.
The next one she met was Dust, not Horror sadly. Where is she going? “I am trying to find Horror and thank him for the food.” Ghost Papyrus's memories whispered towards Dust. Amelia tried to ignore it since it was probably personal. Then out of nowhere Dust took her in his arms. She was sitting on his dominant arm as he went on the head of his GasterBlaster. “Let's find him, so I don't have to find you if you get lost.” Amelia smiled as she held onto him.
They were sent flying outside, the weather was sunny enough to prevent rain which was good. But the ground was still filled with puddles. So they stayed on until they were brought to a garden. A really big garden for every plant that could grow in the au. In the dirt was Horror Sans hard work. They slowly floated downward until they were just above his head. Amelia sat down in the Gaster Blaster to be nearer. Dust did make sure to keep her from slipping. “I wanted to say thank you and sorry for not saying it earlier. Your food is really really good and it tastes like home.”
Horror smiled simply, “I saw you ravenous eat everything. You didn't need to. But you're welcome.” Like home! I am so glad I did a good job.
Amelia smiled too but Dust was already taking off. “Library or somewhere else?”
Amelia thought about it for a moment. “I would like to draw.” Amelia smiled as brightly as she could as Ghost Papyrus started to get excited.
Dust rolls his eyelights and floats down to one of the living spaces. As they arrived she found it was mainly barren unlike the first. Dust pulled papers and Crayola crayons to draw with before going to sit down on a couch with a book. So Amelia drew.
I just want to say that my post will take longer to make. I have random sleep spells that makes it hard to write for a paragraph or more. Hope you understand.
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A more fluffy one today @marble-birdie, though I will have to warn you. Amelia does tend to get really really wild. So I hope the dog behavior will be okay.
Morning Hunger
The night had gone rather well. Dream and Amelia slept the entire time in between plants and protective glass. But now that she was awake Amelia was hungry. She didn't like waking up with an empty stomach. Since her memories plagued her in the world of dreams too, she was using a lot of mental energy.
Which became worse as everyone other than Dream was talking about breakfast. Nightmare had mentioned it at first to entice the two kids to come. It was even worse since she couldn't wear her scarf normally. She still had to hide it. Amelia didn't run straight to the kitchen only because Dream was holding on to her. She wasn't going to break his arm just to eat something.
At the table nothing she could eat was there. She was so hungry though, memories of plates circled her mind as she tried to think of anything else. Killer and Dust went on the other side of the table. Talking about things that weren't food. Nightmare was reading something that she wasn't allowed to eat. Near the stump she would have already eaten something by now.
Dream went to his brother's side whispering in his ear canal. Memories that weren't edible were promptly ignored. When Dream sat back down, Nightmare teleported away. Technically she could eat the chair, wood hurt teeth but it wasn't that bad right? Dream held her hand to calm her down. But she was just so hungry.
Nightmare came back with a hand on Amelia's shoulder holding a plate with a Tightbone stake. Amelia stared so hard as Dream held her hand with a bit more first. “Amelia, I need you to behave okay. You get to eat like you normally would with this only. But when it's time for breakfast you don't act up. Am I clear?” Amelia nodded slowly; she wasn't going to let that meat get away from her. He placed the food down as Dream let go.
To Dust and Killer shock Amelia grabbed the meat with her bare hand and started to tear it apart. It was tough, really though hard to pull with teeth but Amelia would. Each bite she took was swallowed while tearing another piece. At one point Amelia was shaking her head violently. The stupid meat refused to get eaten.
What the angel is that human doing? Dust memories were filled with a sort of awed disgust. Ghost Papyrus's own hiding behind his hands. He was practically out of his own chair by now.
Killer was just tensed, his elbow making a perfect straight line. Dog, rabid, really rabid dog. Are my cats in danger?
Amelia didn't stop attacking the meat until only the bone was left. She wasn't the type to waste food as she broke her teeth to eat and swallow the marrow inside. Her mouth burst into flames but she didn't care. Meat sauce and juice were still left so she licked it clean. Well until Nightmare took the plate away from her. Some food could have gone in between. “I need the plate Amelia. Anyway, are you going to behave now?”
Amelia's sense of self slowly returned as she swallowed the rest of the food. That was so embarrassing. She looked at her fingers stained with sauce and meat as she clenched the ends of her hoodie. “I'm sorry.”
Killer started to laugh until Dust stabbed the gap in between his fingers with a bone. “Don't!”
A laugh broke through, Dream was swinging his legs on the chair as golden tears left his eye sockets. "It surprised me too at first. But I am so happy to have a friend and now I can have more. I wonder if everyone is going to surprise me too.”
Nightmare smiled as Horror finally arrived with all the pancakes and fruits. They all ate calmly while talking. Horror had actually sat down next to Amelia which felt nice. Dream was happily listening to everyone talk, sometimes asking more specific questions. Amelia sometimes translated what Ghost Papyrus wanted to express. It felt so good for a while.
At one point Amelia and Dream would go to the library.
So this took a while, I rewrote it and kind of fell asleep. I didn't really wake up but I wanted to finish it. No real fight for now or a meeting between the two SkeleHorrors (horror skelebros) @marble-birdie . I am sorry for that aha. I did decide to male Dream less Self Sacrificial and more duty bound though. Mainly because Amelia can tell him exactly what is going on. Emotions are somewhat vague without proper context. Also yup Amelia is now the little sister of the twins!! It's canon because I said so 😝
Protector and Archivist
Amelia sometimes liked just being able to let her mind rest with Dream. To just meditate while huddled together. It felt sort of grounding. It also let her be able to just stop thinking. “Dreamtale? Cool name, wonder what their story is!”
Amelia sat up immediately as she tried to figure out where that came from. As Amelia walked her way out on all four. Mainly to not shake the shelter too much. It had rain that night and Amelia didn't want to feel the water anywhere close. It always felt like hair and kelp. When she was close to the end of the stump she got up and tried to look around. Wondering if Ink was here. It could have been a memory she didn't have time to ignore.
Now that she knew about memory rope she decided to use it. The memory from before went from Dream's statue to the ruins. Or maybe past this point. So while Amelia followed the rope she made sure to side step all the puddles.
Somewhere far off in the ruins she saw him. Ink looking around with wrapt attention. Amelia frowned wondering if that was supposed to be the day. The day when Ink would free Dream and take him away. Well most multiverses did that, some didn't. Some had Ink come into existence way later, her creator had made one of those. Some Dream saved himself and then joined Ink. One of those had been a horrible experience though. Nightmare was so much worse in that one.
Ink looked back towards her with different punctuation taking over his eyelights. “Who are you? I never saw your type of variant.” Amelia was way too aware of this. Her creator wasn't as possessive as before, but she would never be widespread enough to matter. Even if she was just a soul variant and became a guardian of the likes of Core Frisk and Ink. They weren't popular enough for this to take off.
“The name's Amelia, what are you doing here?” Amelia tried to inch closer. She wanted to make sure Ink would leave. If she could make one multiverse have the twins work together for the betterment of the multiverse. That would be cool.
“I am the protector of the multiverse and guardian of creativity. Why wouldn't I be here?” Ink went closer stepping into puddles like they were nothing.
Amelia frowned slightly; she really wanted him to leave; he was way too careless. “You aren't needed, Dream can free himself.”
Ink squinted as new eyelights formed, his smile grew larger. “Ooh he can?.” That would shure be fun.
Amelia felt somehow in physical danger. But then again she was right in front of a puddle. “Yeah he just needs to.”
Ink smiled harder. “Does he care about you?” If he cares he would want to join and not be jealous. Nightmare sped through the forest trying to finally end this nuisance of a squid life. To finally free the one he so ruthlessly toys with. Ink was laughing but he was also so very confused. Was he jealous?
Ink always had a huge gap between him and others. That came with the territory and Amelia understood that. Ink loved creations more than anything. But that was it, characters were characters. Amelia believed them when one said they cared. It was just so hard to relate when you no longer have free will. “I mean probably why?” Liquid dropped from the sky to hit her directly. Red hair made of kelp dragged her further down as she felt each joint being tangled in more hair. Amelia tried to swim but the yellow light at the bottom of the ocean slowly came to life. Jagged rock extending for a yellow light to appear. “Water is my domain, I will stop at nothing to one day free all monster kinds. Starting with your soul, human.” Amelia couldn't breath, couldn't swim, she was sinking fast down the abyss. Until the hand of Aliza grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her out.
Amelia shivered hard as she started at the small lake while shivering. The yellow eye stared further still. For the rest of her childhood the eye remained. In the bathtub, in puddles, in melting snow, ice, in the sink, in a cup of water. Her soul made of flames and memories turned purple as spider webs took it over. Next thing she knew she was thrown back to the shelter.
Amelia made sure to land on her feet, her legs being the strongest part of her body. She still broke a few bones when she hit the ground but the flames took care of that. Dream's memories ran to her immediately. “Miss Amelia, are you okay? What is going on?” Before Amelia could talk the same strings pulled her away from him in the mandible of a giant spider, Cupcake.
Muffet, Farm Muffet to be exact Muffet took all the spiders and other spider monsters she could. Any to be able to get through the portal for safety. Her last look behind was a black bone skeleton screaming erratically as he destroyed everything his strings touched. She jumped on her pet's back “Another human fufufu, I hope you aren't going to be too scared.” Amelia looked down towards the shelter where Dream's memories was looking upward in distress.
Amelia wasn't going to let him think that could be his fault. Most Dreams in moments of stress were self-destructive to a fault. “I don't remember having a past with knives.” “Aww. What a completely irrational fear to have!”
Farm Muffet laughed even more as Cupcake let go of her and started to try and impale her with one of its many legs. Amelia was faster but it was worse with water around. She was able to pass through lava because of how much she remembered at once. But the feeling of water just shot through all the others. She didn't want to freeze up, she didn't want to become an easy target. So Amelia ran and dodge, cutting it close several times. She forced herself to smile so Dream didn't think she was in danger. She was having fun, a lot of fun.
Amelia ran until it finally happened, she felt water from a puddle splash against her exposed legs. Hair and kelp slowly crept around her joints forcing her to get deeper into the water. The puddle didn't have a bottom, why didn't it have one. All puddles surrounding her opened to let yellow eyes shine. A leg impaled her through her chest and soul. It would kill normal humans, forcing a reset. The flames burst forth as Amelia tried to not show how much pain she was going through. Memories were leaking from her soul like blood would. “Amelia-”
Amelia raised her hand as Farm Muffet memories turned to pure horror at what she did. A human with a more powerful soul would have reset already, she didn't dodge puddles to make it more interesting? Determined and Braved Humans would have done that. Amelia had a passionate soul though. It was weak and only fuel; forced to be the only thing that could keep memories from spilling over everywhere. “Dream I'm okay we were just playing.”
A spilled memory hit the ground for a moment the world around them changed. Amelia had mistakenly mimic Nightmare pose and excuse. Bullies had found a way to make their abuse look like play for kids who were born alone. Dream's memories staggered backward as Amelia felt the leg lift her upward. The pain got worse, it was so painful, the fire burned through her soul and wounds like fresh skin. When Amelia fell to the ground amidst the puddles. Red hair pulled her deeper in. She grabbed her soul to keep it from spilling out. The few drops had already cracked the surface letting the white void shine underneath.
She couldn't let that happen, she didn't want the multiverse destroyed just for her to have her way. Not again, the people of her creator's world downright hated her. Her memories had destroyed their multiverse. She couldn't do that here either. Farm Muffet, to give her credit, tried to call for Ink so he could fix the damage. But he didn't come, nobody ever came if it was to help her. She was the holder of all memories and if she broke it was her fault, always just her fault. It burns so much. Lava didn't burn this much, memories eating through her soul, fire eating through her wounds. Those burn so much worse.
Amelia felt skeletal hands wrap themselves around her hands as they filtered magic through it. “Amelia, let's be brave together okay?” Amelia looked up to see Dream, the actual Dream filling her soul with positivity.
Somebody came
Dream did come in her time of need. For a moment she ignored everything else and hugged Dream as her soul went back inside her. “Don't leave me please, I won't break, I won't be mean.” Dream held her close, hugging her as much as possible.
Dream felt taller than her right now, she was always going to be smaller than a sans no matter what age. Unless her creator said otherwise. They weren't here though.
A tentacle shot Farm Muffet away as she was catched by Ink in the nick of time. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE INK!!!!” Nightmare was mad, Nightmare looked about ready to tear the floor in two.
Ink tapped his chin once or twice as he let Muffet stand by his side. “Oh I just wanted to look around. Then your brother's friend had such an amazing idea. I thought how good of a surprise it would be if you found your brother playing. I even made sure not to bring Papyrus or Toriel for that!” Why does he look so mad? It was fun and that girl isn't dead. We are just playing right?
Amelia looked by Dream. He didn't know about Amelia's phobia, it was just a mistake Nighty should understand, right? It's not like those villagers. He is so mad though. Before looking towards Nightmare who was now in front of them is tentacle lashing out. He has the gall to come to my home, hurt people in my care and call it play. Dream is terrified because of him. Amelia looks like she is about to faint and he calls it fun. Why does that stupid Muffet even stay around him?
Amelia stared towards Muffet. I am not supposed to kill or destroy, I nearly did both, why couldn't I see this girl wasn't gonna survive this? She had to do something to help isn't it. She inched towards Dream's ear canal. “Your brother is scared that you got hurt. Ink thought we are playing and you are right about Muffet”
Dream nodded, “Nighty, we are fine it was an honest mistake. But Ink, I think you should leave. It was fun to play but now we gotta go home.”
Ink nodded like it made perfect sense before leaving with Muffet and Cupcake. “Muffet, I would like to play Cupcake one day?” Amelia just needed to say it. She didn't really mean it but she didn't want Farm Muffet to hate everything about herself. She smiled and nodded before leaving.
Nightmare ran to their side as he finally realised he could see and touch his brother. “You don't know how long I waited for this day, Dream.” He didn't shed a tear but his voice was so low it was just about the same.
Dream openly cried as he brought him into the hug. “I was waiting for just as long.” Nightmare carried the both of them in his arms as they teleported to his castle. Where a green room with nothing but glass made the walls. The floor was one big mattress and the lamps were made from luminescent fungus.
Nightmare let Amelia and Dream settle, hugging the other still. Amelia was absolutely drenched and needed to be brave with Dream for a while longer. “Since I learned you were still there. I decided to make you a room. I was actually going to take you both here before Ink came in.”
I am starting to really have an idea of the plot in mind by now. So sadly this will come to an end eventually 😢. So I hope you will like the journey @marble-birdie also the timeline since the story started is like 2 to 3 months. Amelia as no real sense of time.
Also for people who have been reading but do not interact (yes I see you lol) this is a bit of a showcase to Amelia's abilities. I love the idea of memories resembling ropes. Small fabric twisting together to form something more solid. Also it comes from the idea of rope fraying at the seems.
An idle brain
Invite the Hope in
Amelia played hangman with Dream's memories for a while. They were actually getting more harmonious as time went on. Amelia let him dictate her hand to feel like he was writing too. It was the best she could do after he helped her so much.
Most days were simple. Nightmare came every 3 days to read a book. Amelia had enough food to share and more. So most days were just staying around talking. They talked about the weather, clouds and much more. They talked until frankly they had nothing else to talk about. Well without going into traumatic event no one wanted to relive. So they would draw with the same hand, sunbathe, play hopscotch and frankly just being kid together.
Well that was until Dream ask “Can we test how far I can go with you. Before you I could only see through the statue and not do anything. But with you I can walk, jump and dance. Can we try please!?” Amelia nodded as she took the memories of his hand. It wasn't so bad if they could go together.
Amelia walked one step at a time making sure Dream didn't act differently. To be honest he didn't. They just realised the further he was from his body, ropes started to appear. It was extremely loose so Amelia wondered if that was the built in limit. She never had the opportunity to test that before. So Amelia tried to touch it.
Immediately the world changed but not like when she got lost. Dream was picking berries; they weren't any repeat of others. Just him filling a basket of berries and other plants. Amelia pulled away from the rope and she still saw clearly. “Wow.”
Dream's memories looked a bit panicked, probably because he saw her lost in memories before. “Miss Amelia, are you okay?”
Amelia nodded, “Memories aren't something I ever really tested and not many as my particular brand. I also never had the chance to test this out.” Amelia held Dream's hands for a moment. “The rope I see is your memories, only yours. You picked a lot of strawberries.”
Dream had a moment of realisation as he looked at his own ropes. “So it is controllable?”
Amelia stared at the same rope. “Yeah, I guess it is. I think I just get so overwhelmed by just how many there are.”
Dream smiled a bit more as they walked closer to the stumps. “Does that mean we can visit a lot more now?” Amelia nodded as the rope disappeared the closer they were. Making them immediately find another direction.
They didn't get close to the ruins, instead they tried to find other ways to pass the time.
A long time passed of just having fun. Amelia let herself hope a bit. Maybe this time she won't disappear because of her creator, maybe they got bored of her and left for good. Maybe this time she could call this place her home.
At the edges of Amelia's memories, she tried to ignore that Telltale Ink had been looking over this very au.
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I finally did the Nightfalls chapter @marble-birdie
So this is the fluffiest the moment in the fic. All to help the memory of spaghetti stay in the front of her mind a while longer. I like to imagine this is an exception. Anywhere else and Amelia would have had a really different experience with Nightfalls. But for now, for Dream's sake. They get to enjoy a simple dinner. Also it's a good way to celebrate a Papyrus memory.
A Moment Of Rest
When Nightmare came again Amelia was holding the hand of Dream's statue. She tried to gain some courage from such a small act. “I was wondering.” A skeletal hand made of tar backhanded her across the face. “It's about the smell of my scarf.” skeletal hands wrapped around her arms and forced her to kneel as Nightmare slowly burned the scarf. “I need help.” A low rumbling closer to the laughter of a dragon. “Help a human child? You aren't even important enough to be remembered.”
“Help regarding the smell? Did it faint?” his voice barely rose above laughter and sly mockery. Amelia nodded anyway, trying to focus on the present. “Anything more specific?”
“It smelled like spaghetti and was made by someone who listened to me.” Why did his smell have to fade in the same numbing noise?
Nightmare hummed to himself for a moment as Dream's memories made sure to squeeze her hand through the stone. “I'll see what I can do.” He left after that.
It didn't take long. Amelia got the gist from everyone's memories when they came back. Nightmare had made an extensive briefing. No fighting in front of his brother, they will act like he is there. Horror had accepted the second he heard that a child had lost her appetite. Killer just kind of followed, already being on his shoulder. While Dust was legitimately wondering if his boss had a hoarding problem. They were also curious, they didn't really get the chance to look at the statue or anything really. The only reason they were even allowed in was to deal with intruders.
Amelia made sure to tie her scarf around her arm and wear the oversized hoodie around her waist. She also hid the heart locket under her shirt. All of them had to deal with the scars of losing a brother and she didn't want to open old wounds. She also just really didn't want to fight in front of Dream.
Horror had first entered the au with every cooking necessities. While Dust brought camping equipment with the help of his Gaster blaster. Killer was in charge of bringing napkins. Explained the tentacle leach.
Nightmare went to the statue first mainly because Amelia was hiding behind it with Dream's memories. “They know how you look and they don't mind. Also Dream you are equally invited.”
Amelia and Dream's memories held each other's hand as they went out of the small shelter. Amelia felt herself burn in two different ways as the blaster beamed her down. Dust stared towards her, I hope she isn't like Frisk, the human child in question overlaid his silhouette without any expression. Only walking forward. Amelia shook her head until the memory left. The ghost of the papyrus head floated around Dust as he gave her a wave. Amelia waved back at this. Dust didn't miss that of course but focused on helping Horror set things up.
“Yeah your age was no excuse!” “They are either really bad at drawing or really young.” Amelia growled as Killer smiled like a cat towards her.
Dream memories stepped closer. So Amelia decided to talk instead of just biting the cat lover. “I wasn't really in the mood to learn that skill.” A draft of her did, but not her.
When “You're the best Uncle Bullseye!” Horror looked her way Amelia forced her gaze down. It was way too personal even if he had a cyan eye and not a red one.
“Oooh I recognize this expression, you are thinking something embarrassing right?” Killer punctuated the last words by making his fingers walk on her scalp.
Dream memories looked her way a bit curious too. “About Mister Horror?”
Amelia growled against her will again. “Please don't.”
Nightmare started to smile as he went closer to Horror. He better not. “Don't take her reaction personally. She thought she saw her uncle.”
Everyone looked at her with a varied version of a sipping tea expression. Dust even elbowed Horror. “Come on, go say hi to your niece.”
Amelia wanted to hide so hard. Dream memories chuckled as Killer started to pile on it. “Look at how embarrassed she is, come on Horror, spend time with your niece.”
Amelia wanted to crawl under the dirt now. “Don't be shy, miss Amelia, I am sure your uncle would love the company.” The worst part is that she had to repeat it. Making everyone even more insufferable.
When everything was installed, Killer went to cut the vegetables while Horror boiled the water and cooked the meat. Nightmare was sitting by Dream's memories side (Amelia told him where to sit) with a book to read. While Amelia herself played hangman with the ghost of Papyrus while translating Dream's memories. She loved the feeling of togetherness. The idea that she voiced her concerns and they were heard. Dust also seemed to love that Papyrus could hang out with someone else now.
For a moment Amelia could actually feel Papyrus, the one who gifted the scarf, come back stronger. His gloves pushed the blinding white memories away from her. The spaghetti sauce was almost done, so did the pastas. It felt nice to be a kid for once.
I hope the positivity isn't hurting the boss. Amelia stood up abruptly as she realised the same thing. She didn't know where the memory was from. But she did make sure with Nightmare. Who was reading a book to his brother's memories.
Nightmare immediately felt the anxieties and simply shook his head no. “There's enough negativity in the multiverse to resplendish me. One good day with my brother and my gang. Isn't something you should worry about.” Amelia nodded as she went back to play with Ghost Papyrus.
Around dinner time everyone was seated. Even if Dream couldn't eat he was simply given an empty plate. Dust was in front of her on the other side of the table. When he asked. “Where's the scarf?”
Horror had just filled Dust plate and went to Killer who took the time to speak. “What scarf?” When the food hit his plate he immediately started to eat.
Nightmare was served next as he put his book to the side. “Amelia was given a red scarf by a Papyrus, she assumed that wearing such a garment would wake up old wounds.”
Amelia nodded as Horror imitated serving Dream. “Thank you Mister Bullseye.” Could people stop using this nickname now? Horror chuckled as, with the help of Amelia, he played with Dream's head a bit.
Dust frowned a bit. “Well it depends, did you kill him?” A cold washed over the table as Amelia was already using her feet to pin Dust against his chair as she balanced it to not fall.
Amelia's hair burst into flames as her irises spiraled towards the black parts of her eyes. “What did you just imply?!”
Nightmare used his tentacle to lift Amelia out of the way and sit her back down. Killer started laughing to calm the tension. “Heck yeah I love your style. Dust you remember what you did to me on our first dinner?”
Dust frowned but smiled a bit. “It was really efficient training that day.”
Horror gave Amelia her part as he made sure to talk to both her and Amelia. “Don't take it too personally. He felt vulnerable for a sec. And what is dinner time without a bit of fighting?”
Horror served himself last and started to dig in which Amelia happily copied. The more she ate the more Papyrus’ memories stayed defined. So much even if she couldn't taste much or feel much. She could hear clearly, see the present and smell a homemade plate.
As the night set in and Dream's memories needed the rest. Amelia helped pack everything. “Thank you.”
Dust shrugged before leaving through the portal, Killer smiled as he brought some of the equipment. “He says you're welcome by the way.”
Horror left after making sure they would have enough food for months and they wouldn't go bad. He then waved goodbye.
Nightmare stayed behind a bit longer. “You did well to hide your scarf. They are still very dangerous people.”
Amelia nodded mainly to herself. “Most of them are. I hope it didn't set them back.”
Nightmare shook his head no, once. “You didn't. Being seen as normal Sanses is a rarity these days.”
Being a kid was a rarity too. So she liked giving them that at least. If she had a role to play she wished it was that. But she wasn't so naive as to hope. When Nightmare left, they were no longer invited. Amelia knew why of course. Everything for his brother's sake.
This is another gift for @marble-birdie (no Killer right now sadly, couldn't work him in). This one deals way more with Amelia sense of derealization. Thus is the price of being able to remember it all. Next part will have Killer (amd the rest of the gang) with a lot more comfort.
Older Brother
It was hard to explain to Dream why Amelia was so out of it lately. She tried to answer and show him she could see him. But she always felt worse after being forgotten. She wanted to be remembered at first glance after getting lost. She wanted someone to call her name. The worst part is that if she wasn't immortal or in the ruins. Nightmare would have abandoned her or killed her. Snapping out of it wouldn't have changed a thing.
Dream's memories must have felt a similar kind of anxieties. He could only interact with her in the way that caused her the most grief. Yes it was easier here of course. But if one memory could make her lose sight of the present. Who's to say she is in the present right now?
That's where her thinking always led. She never knew if she was really there right now. The stump didn't feel like wood, it felt like everything, the same numbing buzz. What if it was all a memory, or memories being patched together. Amelia wished she could cry, wished she could demand to have better control. But nobody came. Nobody ever did.
“Miss Amelia, will I ever get free?” Amelia looked up at Dream's memory phasing through the stones. It always depends on outside factors.
“More likely than not.” Amelia could act wise if she wanted to. Could act like a big sister or even a protector. But she was 10 and right now she felt way too out of it to be kind. She was scared to leave though, even she probably should. What if she was forgotten and not even the crumbs she left on her way mattered. Given enough time the multiverse would completely erase her from existence. Even the drawings she made in each basement would disappear or given new owners.
“I wish I could be free right now. You seem in need of a hug.” That was nice, but she never felt its warmth again after she blew her birthday candles on her 10th. The most she could feel out of head pat was the sudden weight. Good thing she found comfort in that.
Amelia instead went on her knees to hug the statue as his memories tried to do the same. “I am happy if you can feel this.”
Dream memories tried to embrace her more so Amelia made sure to follow the movement. “I wish you did too though. I wish I could do something, anything to help you.”
Amelia left the hug and tugged at her scarf. “I normally use this to send me back to the present. Smells can bring back memories. This scarf is tied to a friend I made a long time ago. He forgot about me, but he was so understanding. Most Papyri are. This specific one actually made this scarf and infused it with the smell of spaghetti. Since then his memory is kind of the lens I use. Sometimes I even wrap it around my eyes to make sure. But lately it doesn't work as much. The smell faded and the memory of it too.” They all fade into the same white numbing noise.
Dream's memory mimicked placing a hand on her shoulder. “What if we do this? I am sure we can find someone as selfless?”
Amelia shook her head. “He was actually pretty selfish. He just took me seriously when I told him about my problems. I didn't have to prove anything to him. So that memory. That's the important piece.”
Dream's memories nodded as they started to go back in a time where he could still move. “We should ask my brother for help. When the village came together to help me, I felt cared for. Maybe the real deal will last longer.” The village wasn't all bad. Many tried to make it good for the twins. But they weren't enough, not against the majority. One good fruit can't save an entire bland oatmeal. Amelia was just glad that Dream didn't abandon the idea of a community.
