Time's Creation of Star and Sun. (TempusTale)
The Void was nothing but Darkness.
Every void dweller and whoever passed through it knew that little fact.
But what they were not aware of, was, what was beyond it, beyond the emptiness, at the very edge, was a micro-universe.
A universe where Father Time himself, sat, watching over the Multiverse, watching and guarding, but never interfering.
For he could not interfere in others lives. It was their's to live, their choices were on their shoulders and so were the consequences.
He could rewind time, he could freeze it, he could even RESET a universe to a point.. but ONLY if things got too dire.
He ONLY interfered if time was taken advantage of.
If someone or something was taking advantage of time.
Playing with it and the lives around them...
ONLY THEN did Time step in to help and put a stop to it.
Thankfully, nothing of the like had happened since the Great War.
Which was why he HATEs anomalies and Time Mages.
They played with time and with what they did not know.
For everyone knew that time travel was impossible.
You can rewind time, but you have to live with the consequences.
You have to live through that time all over again.
And even though he had the power to see into the future.
(Which in itself was quite a bit of his magic and left him feeling a tad worn out,
For the future is a concept and nothing is concrete, as there are too many possibilities....)
Not even he, Father Time himself, could Skip forward in time.
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Time sat on the edge of the infinite pathway of the Clockwork hallway.
A hallways where he spent his day, looking over each and every one one of the small watches hanging suspended in the air.
Each one ticking away, both human and Monster. Each one representing a life.
The humans, if alive, had a grey heart, their soul on its cover, while the Monsters, was inverted and white.
Yet once a human had passed on, the watch would stop ticking, and start chiming, indicating that the soul had passed on.
It was Times Job; unless it was in a universe that was not his distraction, ReaperTale, for example, he did not have their watches;
to then gently collect it, to reap the soul and set it in the watch,
The grey heart, replaced with the coloured human soul,
allowing the human to rest in peace, within a simulation of what ever they believed was the after life.
That watch would then be hung together with family members,
allowing the simulations to intermingle, together for eternity.
For monsters, it was similar, yet different. For as they had longer lives,
Time didn't have to reap them as often as human.
Once their watch chimed he would go and retrieve them from their universe, collecting a small, minuscule sample of their dust,
tiny enough to have their magic signature register for their own simulation.
He sat staring down at the dark lifeless ground below the suspended path,
high in the air, wondering if this was all he had in his life.
Sitting in his own small universe- if you could call it a universe...
a bubble-verse, outside the multi-verse, frozen in time...
Or perhaps is was just, not effected by the time outside of his own Mini-universe...
But it was Home. That was what it was. it was his home.
But it did not feel complete.
He felt like something was missing... And he was not sure what it was.
More research was desperately needed; and what better way to research, then to watch and see how his Alter-selves lived.
Sliding off the path, he allowed himself to fall to the ground, not caring that there was a long drop beneath him.
Landing in a slight crouch, he stood up gracefully, unruffled and unfazed, before moving to the Grey Door that stood alone in the darkness.
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Behind the doorway, were stairs leading down into his living area ‘underground’.
There was the main area, which was also his Lab, counters and bookshelves littered with papers and notebooks,
all covered in a language that most would think was a code. WingDings. Also the name of his Alter-selves, which they too used as a language.
Down a hallway was a small bedroom, 2 guest rooms and a small kitchen. It was large for only himself, especially as he never had guests...
But he as not really sure why it was created like that,
only that he found himself in this place one day
with only the knowledge in his head and a knowing that this was his home.
Time moved into the middle of the Lab and swiped his arm in front of himself a few times, summoning ‘windows’.
Undertale, Underswap even Underfell.
He swiped again a few more times creating more windows.
DanceTale, Swapfell and OuterTale-
He paused, peering at the windows. Each one had a version of WingDing Gaster, each one different to the other.
The two under the ‘swap-verse’ name were more different to the others, but generally all of them were always in a LAB...
Of course he would see some in different settings, at home, with friends, smiling happy laughing.
The more harsher of worlds, he would see them fighting now and then.
He never stayed to watch for too long, only there for a moment to make sure that time was stable and all was well for that universe.
That was what was important to him. And although it was saddening to see some of the bad ones, he could not help them there.
A familiar small figure ran into onto the screen, drawing Time’s attention to UnderTale’s window.
it was one of the children that he would regular see,
yet never paid any attention. But for some reason, today was different.
He peered at them in curiosity are even if it wasn’t the first time he had seen the small ones, it was most definitely the first time he stopped and watched a Gaster interact with the them.
He watched as Gaster stopped what he had been doing and turned to them with a smile on his face.
Pushing his protective goggles up to his forehead,
He crouched down and held his hands out.
“Ah, Sans, hello son. How are you?
Having fun with Alphys? Where is your brother? Are you both behaving?”
Gaster lifted the small one into his arms as they nodded and pushing a sheet of paper at him.
Deep in thought, Time was no longer watching what was happening in the 'Tale' window. He had realised something important, something he had never even thought about, not even after all these years watching his Alter-Selves.
Son. A Child. The small figure- was a smaller skeleton. Gaster had called him Son. His Son- His child- And he had asked the Child about his brother.
Two young beings. Could this be-?
A strange feeling of want tugged at his soul. He swiped all the Windows closed.
He had felt like something was missing... And he was Correct.
There Was something missing, but not Something-
Someone. Two in fact. Son's.
Time had finally figured out what he was missing.
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