Wondering - Event and Blog End
This takes place after the events of this rp
       Just that little push already had her worn out. She needed to keep this up. Before she messed her world up entirely. Corrupt was out of the way and now she had to finish the job. She pushed, strings of code breaking off before her eyes as she rearranged and rewrote it bit by bit. She had to do this. For him. He had done so much for her, already.
        He had helped her get the souls. Had given her the procedures. He had done everything to help everyone. And what had he gotten in return? Two broken hands. She should have helped him more. She should have stopped it.
        She almost lost a string of code while she was scolding herself. She quickly grabbed it, fixing it back into the place it needed. She had to stay focused. She had a mission. And if all else failed, she at least had to make sure he was safe. Even if that meant she didnât make it.
        She searched through the code, finding the bits she was looking for. His broken hands. All right, time to get rid of those. In one fluid motion, she pulled them apart, the bits of their code beginning to fly across the rest.
        âOh no you donât.â Before they could nestle into another place she grabbed the bits, rearranging them so he would have hands instead of nubs.
        She carried on for what, to her, felt like hours. Countless rewrites being done. To memory, to physical features, to story. So much she had to change. She knew she couldnât change too much, or else this wouldnât be Charmtale anymore. It would be something new. She didnât have the authority to create entirely new stories. Not without consequences, at least.
        She was fading by the time she was almost done. If she didnât finish soon then she would fade from this multiverse altogether. And she would come back. She remembered this similar dilemma a while back. One she had made sure Sans forgot he forced upon her. She had chosen the path back then. She wouldnât have much of a choice now.
        Her yellow, ghostly body flickered and she gasped, feeling her own code being deleted bit by bit. âGotta finish this up quick.â With a few more flicks of her wrist, she had put in her own code. It wasnât perfect, but she didnât need or want to be. She could fix it later.
        She hit the universal âenter,â placing all the new changes onto the world. She was exhausted, losing her breath as she felt the changes force themselves onto her. She fell back into the antivoid, looking similar yet new. She had a few stray glitching moments as she fought to calm herself down. She lied down on her back, staring into the nothingness.
        She brought up a few last bits of code, commanding them to open windows into some other worlds, previous memories. She saw one of herself, entering Asrielâs universe for the first time. How he nearly killed her. How she promised to help him. How she lost him, found Rie, and lost him too.
        She saw another, of old friends. A robot, human children, computer programs. She wondered if they remembered her. Or if she was just a distant memory by now. She wondered if she would meet them again as the new her. She was only beginning to realize how much of a change this could cause.
        She saw another window into a world like her own, but this Sans had a blue bandana and was much sassier. She protected him, understood him, fought with him. He was the king of the Sands, after all. Absurd royalty had to stick together. She hoped he didnât feel too bad about what had happened. Everything was going to be all right.
        Another portal showed a place almost forgotten, a place stranded in the middle of the multiverse. It was surrounded by water, had a hotel, and caused many things to happen. She saw various scenes flip before her. Her meeting another young woman, and the skeleton from before, as well as a few others. She saw the woman be turned younger, and sand and seashells being flung across the beach. She saw the skeleton charm her into a date, and how it was promptly ruined. Saw her first kiss with her soon to be brother. Watched as she now had another family. They were animals, she was the skeleton, she was revealed to her mother, her mother accepting her.
        More scenes played out in the same locations, but the focus was a different skeleton. A skeleton she knew. He was meeting the blue skeleton, meeting the young woman, another skeleton with a flower who she recognized as her sister. An adventure on a spaceship, being turned young, a winter ball, a spring ball, an adventure on a cliff, a date at the fair. He falls in love, the same mist that secured her a spot in her family also secured a spot in his.
        Finally, the last windows showed the present. The young woman was exhausted, lying in bed in a hotel in a faraway world. She wanted her children safe. A flower skeleton with an emotionless Papyrus by her side. A shadow recovering from brutality. A small red skeleton looking innocent as ever. A mother and her child looking both confused and scared. And the blue skeleton icing his wounds and regretting everything heâs done despite what she told him.
        The final one opened as she stood up, finally recovered and ready to start anew. She looked in to find her brother bickering as usual. They looked different, but they were undoubtedly the same. They looked happy, too. Putting on her best smile she stepped through the portal, greeting them with a laugh.
         âArial! Itâs about time you got home!â
