OG Timeline "Well, there it is, Frisk." Cter shrugged. "My whole back story." "... Well, that sure was a sad story." Frisk frowned, sitting up straight with their hands on their knees. "You're tellin' me..." Cter's eyes darted to the side, frown creasing his face. "But I don't buy it." Cter's eyes darted back to Frisk. "There's no way you would have spent so long hiding just that." Frisk's eyes narrowed. "Hoho! They saw right through you, Cter!" Chara grinned. "You must be slipping at this lying thing." "..." Cter sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. "... Alright. You guys want the full backstory? Fine. But you aren't gonna like it." Some Unlucky Dimension "... W... Why..?" Anarchy looked over his shoulder at the beaten and bloodied Frisk lying there, blood dripping from his crowbar. "Why I beat your ass? Because I'm not in a rapey mood today, so I beat you instead." Anarchy shrugged, grinning. "N-no..." "Hm?" "I-I mean... Why are you like this?" "... Why am I like this?" Anarchy's grin faded. Frisk stared at him with worried eyes. "... Aight, pull up a chair bucko." Anarchy sat down before the Frisk, who couldn't climb into a chair even if Anarchy hadn't taken the only one in the room. "I mean, you'll probably die half way through the story anyway, so who cares?" The Sight of Predator's Latest Mission "And there's my story." Justice leaned back in his chair before the camp fire. "Anybody left?" His eyes, Disbelief Papyrus' eyes, AT Toriel's eyes, and True Hero Monster Kid's eyes all fell to Predator. "... Huh? Me?" Predator gestured towards herself. "Oh, I just got pulled into a video game. No biggy." She stood, turning to walk away from the fire. "Aw, c'mon boss!" Justice protested. "We all trusted each other enough to share our stories!" Predator stopped with a sigh. "... Alright, fine. But if I catch a sympathy glance from any'a you low lives, I'm kickin' your teeth in!" Predator turned around to face them at lightning speed, making a few of them flinch. Gatherer's HQ "Y'know, I've been wondering about something." G Sans said from the chair he was tied to, grinning from under the blood running down his chin and the crack in his skull if only to spite Gatherer. "That's nice." Gatherer said without much care, setting an eraserless pencil down on the table before G Sans, point pointing upward. "Aw c'mon Gatherer." G Sans winked one eye shut. "Inlighten me. Why are you such a prick?" "I'm not." Gatherer frowned as the pencil fell over once more. "Most people are sheep. I was blessed enough to be born a shephard. And I was smart enough to not take it for granted and actually use it." "Ooh. I bet there's a story behind that." "You're stalling." "Maybe. But I know how much you love talking about yourself." "... Alright. fine. But when I'm done, this pencil's going through your skull." 0o0o0o0o0o0o0o Cter sighed, looking out through the window from his room. He had a backpack on his back, hand on one of the straps. A large rottweiler barked worriedly at him, and he smiled sadly, leaning down and petting behind it's ears. "Sorry Otis. This is one I gotta do alone." He climbed into the window. "Take good care'a Mom and Dad for me, would'ja?" And with that, he jumped, landing on his feet in a crouched position, standing up to his full hieght to look at that house one last time before putting his hood up and beginning on his path, turning his back on his biological family. Gripping that pen, he knew his real family had left him a long time ago. So he walked. Right towards that horrid city. Right towards the sirens, the gun shots. 0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o THUD. Anarchy fell to the ground holding his hands up in a poor attempt to defend himself. "C'mon!" His mother pulled that crowbar back into the air. "Fight back!" "No!" CRACK! Anarchy screamed, rolling away from his mother and holding his shattered arm. His mother panted, staring down at him writhing in pain. "You must... You must really hate me, huh?" She dropped that crowbar, which collided to the floor with a loud clang. Anarchy looked up with teary eyes as she shakily grabbed her drink, back to Anarchy. Anarchy looked slowly to the crowbar she'd left sitting before him. As his mother took a shaky drink, Anarchy crept up behind her. Her eyes widened. Anarchy wrapped his good arm around her, hugging her tightly. "I could never hate you! You'remy Mom, I love you." He told her, eyes clenched shut tight. She hesitated, shadows covering her eyes before she elbowed Anarchy right in the groin, making him yelp before crumbling to the floor. "Don't touch me!" She yelled at Anarchy, who wimped from the floor. 0o0o0o0o0o0o "Hey!" "Get back here!" "Thief!" Predator laughed, dukcing and dodging by people with shocking ease, an older couple chasing after her and the purse she held under her arm. Predator jumped, landing on both hands on the shoulders of a giant, threatening wall of a man. "Predator flipped off of the man, who looked to her with dead eyes and a frown as she quickly rummaged throguh the purse. "Here's a fifty." She held up the money, and the man took it, turning around and grabbing the two giving chase by their faces, picking them up and slamming them down onto the ground. Those watching clapped, and Predator took a bow. "Thank you, thank you!" She spoke from behind the bandanna covering her mouth, back flipping up onto the bus stop bench and looking around as sirens sounded. "Welp, it's been real!" She jumped down, bolting off down the street and disappearing into the alley ways. 0o0o0o0o0o0 "See, now you're getting it." Gatherer told the cop who held open the holding cell door for him. "And you're sure I won't get in trouble for this?" The cop asked as Gatherer walked to the desk sitting before the door in the police station. "Of course." Gatherer smirked wickedly, his back to the cop as he grabbed a packet of cigarettes and a lighter from the table. "I mean, could you imagine what the press would do to you if they found that you arrested the victim of that little dispute." Gatherer placed a cigarette in his mouth, lighting it and inhaling. "You did a good thing." Gatherer smirked, eyeing the gun lying on on the table. Gatherer spun around, a single pop being heard before the cop thudded to the floor. "... You gullible dumbass." Gatherer shook his head, smirking as he pulled the cigarette away from his mouth and breathing a line of smoke into the air. "Shit kid!" One of the men behind the bars said. "That was awesome! Now get us outta here!" "Well I could, but first I need you to promise me something." He dropped the lit cigarette into the trash, smoke beginning to come from the bin before a small fire could be seen. "H-hey, what are you-" "All of you are gonna swear to follow me, oooor..." Gatherer kicked the can into the drapes, sending flames crawling up them. The convicts all looked to one another, sweating. "So... What's it gonna be?"
