The Fight To Keep Going-Prolog And Chapter 1
The Fight To Keep Going-Prolog And Chapter 1
The multiverse is an expansive place filled with worlds upon worlds upon worlds. Constantly gaining new worlds thanks to its ever-inspired creator. But on the other side of this ever expansion in worlds is the half working to keep the multiverse in balance through the annihilation of worlds that have no true purpose or are just plain weird. A thank less job that no one sees just how important it is to keep the multiverse alive. One that the multiverse knew was important the day it brought the creator into being so it took one of the creators earliest long forgotten (not counting the first worlds the multiverse created themselves) worlds and took the sans from the world and threw them into the Anti-void before destroying the world. Time passed differently in the Anti-void as the multiverse It’s self, with what remained of their power from creating the first few worlds and their creator, set about changing the unconscious sans into what they needed to keep the balance.
In the end, they didn’t know the full extent of what they had done to their destroyer and they didn’t have enough power to release the destroyer from the Anti-void. So, he was forced to remain their going insane for what could have been years trying to escape, but getting no were. As this went on the creator continued to create new worlds upon worlds. Expanding and expanding till the multiverse started to reach its limits. It was then that the Destroyer finally found his way free. Mind once again clear of the insanity that had passed through his body with panic instead traversing his system as he felt how stretched the multiverse was from the creator. Fear of the imitate collapse of the only place he knew as his home by this point lead him to act fast. Quickly the destroyer went about the multiverse destroying worlds that had no purpose to their existence and removed them to make space for more.
This though lead to him getting on the bad side of the creator with him not having time to explain his reasons for doing this. Not that it truly mattered to the creator, all he knew was that the destroyer was terminating his creations and he didn’t like that. So, he told his creations and they didn’t like it either, or in most cases they didn’t like it either. Some have no clue that he even exists because the creator refused to pull them into the fray, but one decided to listen to the destroyer’s words and came to understand exactly how important what they were was and joined him as an ally and friend.
No one knew through about the time bomb that had been left in the destroyer and its implications if the bomb goes off.
Chapter 1: When a Friend Begins to Worry
The multiverse is a strange place were worlds upon world exist in a constant back and forth balance. The destroyer destroying and the creator creating. Though this balance was a constant battle back and forth between “good” and “evil” there were “calms in the storm” when neither was actively pushing to keep the balance. When both were just licking their wounds and trying to recover from days upon days strait of just doing their job. One such member of the balance was lying on the couch in a barely lit room of a castle that existed in what was now a night filled world with one of his arms over his sockets.
Through a side door a skeleton clad in a purple tunic and ink black leggings with a golden crown with a crescent moon embedder into it as black tendrils of what seemed like shadows flowed from his back entered the room and looked over to the skeleton lying on the couch. Said skeleton had black, yellow, and red bones laden with cracks and brakes that were slowly healing wearing a plain red T-shirt and a pair of black basketball shorts with blue stripes. Close by a pair of black slippers were lying on the floor while a jacket that possessed a gradient that changed from blue to black was lying on one of the couches arm rests.
“Hey Error,” the purple clad skeleton said to the black boned skeleton on the couch as he moved to sit on the other couch in the room “You feeling any better?”
The black skeleton, Error, replied simply with “Go away Nightmare.”
With a snort the skeleton clad in a purple tunic, Nightmare, adjusted himself to be lounging on the couch before saying “I guess that’s a no.”
Error removed his arm from over his sockets as he glared over at Nightmare before saying “Shut up.”
Nightmare gave a snort at the comment before saying “bad couple of days?”
Error huffed in annoyance, but deciding that Nightmare wasn’t going to be quiet any more till he told him exactly what has been happening. He had been silent earlier when Error had come in completely wrecked with quite a few new bruises and scrapes to add to his list of recurring pain. That and he was limping due to his broken fibula. He even stayed quiet as Error had collapsed on one of his couches before grabbing one the first aid kits he now kept throughout his home, since this had become a fairly common occurrence since they became friends, and set about treating the major injuries with the addition of some magic to speed up the healing prosses. After that he left Error to get some rest as he went to take a shower and change so that he wasn’t covered in the gunk he was normally covered in to be more comfortable as well as to make Error more comfortable since the gunk reminded him of the paint the creator, Ink, often used in their battles.
“I had to destroy thirty-eight AU’s just to barely keep up with Ink, and I’m still behind him by two bloody AU’s, and during the entire week long killing spree I got zero hours sleep and had five close encounters with Inky.” Error said getting a snort from Nightmare at the creator’s newest nickname “That and in addition to Ink getting me good in the last battle of the week and braking my fibula in half…” after a glare from Nightmare, Error added “again… the throbbing pain is back."
A frown passed over Nightmare’s feature as he asked “Is it as bad as last time?”
At this point Nightmare was fairly use to hearing Error complain about some form of pain, usually because it slowed down his “path of destruction” as Error had remarked Ink calling his work to keep the multiverse from blowing up, but as of late a different type of pain that actually wasn’t linked to any injury the two could find had started popping up. Error had said he had been felling the throbbing for a while, but he was so use to the pain that covered his body due to the battles that usually took place between him and Ink that always left the two of them injured that he hadn’t really noticed the new pain in the beginning. Even when it had initially started getting worse Error had been able to ignore the throbbing pain for a while, at least till recently. As of their last few meetings it had been getting bad. So intense that last time they had met up Error had come to Nightmare’s castle an hour before their normal meeting time and had curled up in a corner for said hour crying from how bad it was till Nightmare found him there.
Nightmare hoped it wasn’t going to get that bad again, seeing Error like that considering that he normally only showed a bit of annoyance at any form of pain was disturbing. It didn’t help that nothing that Nightmare had done to relieve the pain seemed to help all that much.
Nightmare was quickly pulled out or his thoughts as Error replied to the question with “If it was do you think I would have come and lied down on the couch or be talking to you right now?”
Nightmare snorted gaining a bit of a smile at the comment as he let himself relax for the moment before replying “no, I guess not.” after a second though the frown came back over his features as he asked “but the pain is still coming back?”
Error just let his arm cover his eyes again as he answered with a simple “yeah.”
The two sat in silence for a few minutes seemingly just enjoying each other’s company before Error broke the silence asking “so, how are things going for you?”
Nightmare gave a bit of a laugh at the weak attempt at restarting the conversation on a completely different subject, but relented to the subject change and replied with “oh, you know same old stuff. Distracting Ink, fighting Dream, trying not to worry about the prospect of my best friend being killed by the creator of almost every world in the multiverse.”
“Hey!” Error said in false shock “I am not that bad! I haven’t been close to dying once!”
“What about the time Ink bashed in your skull?” Nightmare shot back with a smirk on his face.
Error replied back with a good bit of theatrics “It didn’t even hurt and we eventually got all the pieces back in place! It healed up perfectly fine!” in the end though Error couldn’t keep up the theatrics and ended up laughing through the last few words before Nightmare joined him.
The two of them had long ago decided that Error’s battles with Ink by no chance would be the end of the destroyer of worlds. Ink just didn’t have the desire to kill anyone including the person that caused him so much grief. Sure Ink gave Error a few nasty injuries, most of witch Error repaid the creator with to a similar degree, but it was never any think Error couldn’t heal from. By this point it had become a bit of a running joke between the two of them to reference the nonexistent chance of Error dying to Ink.
After a few minutes of laughter the two calmed down before Nightmare gets up asking “you want me to take care of two AUs while you rest here so your caught up?”
A sigh escaped Error as he looked at Nightmare before he replied “Sure, might as well since I am assuming you are not going to let me get up till at least tomorrow.”
Smiling Nightmare said “not a chance, you would somehow rebreak your leg the moment you got up. Now hand them over.”
A snort escaped Error at the comment before he reached back into his jacket pocket and pulled out two orbs of what looked to be pure destructive magic wrapped in blue strings to keep it contained. Error had long ago figured out that there was a way to contain the last bit of destructive energy necessary to destroy an AU and had started keeping a few around for the times when he was to exhausted to draw forth the necessary energy to eliminate the last part of an AU.
As Error lifted his hand up offering the items he asked “you remember how to use these right?”
Nightmare snorted as he took the offered destructive energy replying “drop it in the judgement hall after I’ve gotten the human’s soul and killed off all monsters in the AU and get out of there as fast as I can.”
Error gave him a bit of a glare as he said “And?”
Nightmare just rolled his eyes replying “And don’t drop them before that point or the AU has a chance of being reset.”
Error gave a nod of approval as he let his hand drop down to lay on his sternum before saying “good.”
Nightmare gave a bit of a laugh at how cautious Error was with his annihilation of worlds before asking “any specific worlds you want me to go after?”
Error spent a minute thinking about what worlds need destruction before saying with a shrug “maybe go after a Yarntale and Gingertale.”
A laugh escaped Nightmare at the answer as he knew exactly why Error wanted him to go after those worlds in particular and voiced his suspicion by asking “do you want me to get you some yarn and get us some chocolate cookies while I’m destroying the worlds?”
Nightmare could only laugh as he saw stars enter Error’s eyes at the prospect of gaining some of those items and then nod very quickly. Once Nightmare regained control of himself he replies a bit out of breath “all right, I’ll get some while I’m there. Not like they are going to miss them.”
After he turned away and Error let his head turn to look at the ceiling Nightmare stopped in his tracks as he let the gunk recover his body before saying in his now distorted voice “hey, Error.”
Error turned back to look at Nightmare cringing a little at the tar like substance that was now covering the other’s body before asking “yeah?”
Nightmare turned his head back a bit to look at Error before saying “promise me if it gets as bad as it did again you’ll call me and go see a doctor about this.”
Error twitched slightly at the prospect, Nightmare knew he hated making promises much less the prospect of going to a world to get examined were it was likely he would get attacked for what he had to do, but for Nightmare he would make an exception. “yeah, all right.”
With that Nightmare opened a portal and exited into the rest of the multiverse as Error returned his gaze to the ceiling as he thought about how he hoped that the pain never get that bad again so that he didn’t have to fulfill that promise. Not knowing that that promise was going to be enacted fairly soon.
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probably because barely anyone played secret rings including myself but eh
because like. in animations or fics or fangames or whatever it is..
if the creator needs some darker variant of Sonic or some edgy super sonic form they just yoink Dark Sonic or Fleetway and it’s just. why??
it’s honestly dark sonic that baffles me more because it’s just (no hate to dark sonic i love him)
he got like less than a minute of screentime while Darkspine is the conclusion to an entire game?? and he has way more personality and interesting backstory put into him than just fake chaos emeralds
but instead he’s just another form that people slap into sprite animations or “ew why does he have his hands and feet out”
honestly the only reason i can think of that he’s not used is because it’s hard to slip the world rings into a story which is just kind of lame to me
anyway. i love all of the evil sonic forms no hate to any of them i just wish they were more of a trio instead of just dark sonic or fleetway on occasion
I didn't know there was a picture list of the frizze's dresses.
Ok, I do not know what the f*** is going on in the wider world involving outside the streams I watch of the QSMP (and if people want to try and explain it properly, go ahead), but what I have gathered is Forever the content creator might have done something involving pedophilia or the like.
I myself will not talk about my opinion because I do not have one, I have no way to decern the truth of the situation and as such am not forming an opinion.
However, I can understand people wanting to distance themselves from the content creator because of this situation.
That being said, I would like to state, if you still want to write or draw about the Character Forever, that is perfectly fine. Do not let your feelings for the content creator affect the character he created. You can write about a character and hate how the characters creator acted. Just like you can hate a character, but love their creator or actor.
Do not let the real world affect how you view the story.
Ok, I like the QSMP, and I've been watching it from Phil and recently Tubbo's point of view, and what I can say about the current goings on of the events today is that it feels... Sad and sour.
Let me explain, it is sad because the eggs are gone in such a way that there is no clue if they will return. It is sad because we can see all the people on the server, new and old, deeply love the eggs and were desperately looking for answers. It is sad because there are no clues of what is currently happening.
I say this is also sour because there are completely no leads at the end of all streams today and Cucarucho, and by extension the Federation, tried to push the people (or at the least Tubbo) to go back about their daily lives like the eggs don't matter.
That is what is sour. The federation is treating the eggs like they are nothing. Like they don't matter, and people should be happy and go about their daily lives without these sweet characters that the people know so well. This is sour because there are no clues on what happened; we are ambiguous on whether the Eggs are alive, and we have no clues on what happened to them. Their beds are still there and have each egg that was still "alive"'s identifier item on them. It makes us ask questions and worry. But a good cliffhanger shouldn't leave the watchers or characters with 0 clues of what is going on or what will happen next. Even in real-life stories with cases like this, there are at least clues on what might have happened, something to start an investigation, even if it goes cold. In this case, there is none of that. All we and the SMP members have is the knowledge that something happened to the eggs between Thursday and today and that something happened to further crack the eggs between Wednesday and Thursday. We don't even know if any of this was the Federation's doing or not; the last time the Federation messed with the eggs, they made it clear something was going to happen; this time, there was no warning, and they blatantly refused to answer questions or deal with anything "illegal" that was going on directly. They were blatantly ignoring the player's request for any information at all, even when Tubbo held Cucarucho at none answer point. That all feels sour and makes my ambivalence for the federation turn entirely to "I will anarchist against the federation and fully support Phil Lamanberging the island."
And I sincerely hope that answers will come before the federation realizes they have angered the people they kidnapped enough that the "world eater" Tubbo tried to build, was small talk in comparison to the Lamanhole or 2B2T's spawn chunks.
Unless they want to turn the whole server to adventure mode, they better give some answers, because I will fully support the call for blood the crows and other chats will call for.
Why is the gang always using Scooby and Shaggy as the bait?
Their not the only ones who could do it!
Ok. So, me being me I was rewatching the intro for LMK season 4 again, and I noticed something... Strange? No that feels wrong. Important feels like the right word. All the scenes with Wukong interacting with characters besides MK's group have the pieces of that wooden zodiac scroll flowing through the scene.
This suggests to me one of a few things might be happening.
1. The scroll is telling tales from Wukong's past and we, the viewers, are getting to see the events as MK or the like reads it.
2. The scroll is some sort of time spell that is placing MK and their group in the past of Wukong's timeline before the journey to the west. As well as potentially during it based on the outfits of Pigsy and Sandy during the scenes after Wukongs scenes.
Or
3. The scroll is being used to restrict people from the past and Wukong is interacting with them.
There are potentially many many more solutions but I'm more inclined to believe it is option 1 or 2, leaning towards 2.
In part because of Wukong's outfit and actions in the scenes. The outfit feels like before Wukong became heavily invested in fighting to protect people and a majority of the scenes seem to be happening on flower fruit mountain. The inclusion of a happy DBK and a Mac who is being nice and polite to Wukong also points me towards 1 of 2 being the case because we know in present time of the show that the three are not on good terms with eachother. Not to mention the deamon monkey shown who I am guessing is one of Wukong's generals.
This leads me to think that this season is going to be largely set in the past of Wukong's timeline and something is possibly trying to change history and prevent Wokong from going on the journey to the west. Which would prevent Wukong from being so well known to the wider world and a threat to all demons and celestial potentially trying to do something to rule the world.
As for the black ink monster, I believe their is a Yokai centered around how the rewriting of a tale of event enough times brings it to life through the ink. And if corrupted by the intentions of the writing these Ink creatures become very dangerous.
This is all just a theory though.
*happy*
Ok, this is me being bored, so here we go, what I would do as Mother Spore's origin as Grian and how they turned to Mother Spore (based on the original post about Mother's origin here: https://www.tumblr.com/sporelings-au/722568401712791552/mother-spore-mother-spore-is-an-ancient-being?source=share )
In the beginning they were born of the wind, bird song, and the wild magic, a Sylph, a Hyster Sprite. He had once been part of a flock of many protecting children against horrid parents, even to the point of on occasion bringing young ones to fae mounds to be adopted and saved from their horrid homes. Their name back then was Grian, and they were the main voice of their flock, taking the form of a human male sometimes to spoke or tell off humans, though never for long and always keeping some part of their bird form. That was, till those who watched and hunted came. They didn't know in the beginning they would destroy the flock, the purple robed ones only watched them from afar in the beginning, enough so that the flock stopped seeing them as a threat. Then members of the flock started dissapearing and the flock started becoming more cautious, yet more still disappeared till the few who were left realised the truth. The watcheres were fae hunters, and good ones as well. So good in fact that only they got away in the end with the hunters on their tail as they soared through the skies, taking on a more human form eventualy like the elves and other fae as they tried to hide in plain sight within villages. Yet, despite their hard work they were still found and the villages ran them off with the hunters following behind.
Till the day they managed to loose them on a fae island filled with mushrooms and decay. They found the core of the fae relm, a fae of rot and decay who left behind their magic to protect any who were on the run from hunters. And there they stayed, building a large home (a mansion) on the island with wood they carried over from the mainland. The core of the island didn't seem to mind, on occasion it would even touch their mind and magic in inquiry and they would answer. And their mischievous side occasionally led them to scare the creatures on the near by main land, especially the grown humans who eventually came to fear them to the point of putting a bounty on their head.
One day though, the watchers finally caught up, and they had no where else to run.
The watchers injured him, what should have been fatally, but the island core reacted and combined it's self with them. The mycelium of the island pored into their wounds, scealing them in their wake as they and the island became one and for the first time ever they fought back with wild abandon against the humans who had hunted them for ages. The spores they released infected the men and slowly started killing them as they attacked and scared off the men from their island. At which point they went into hiding as they put up barriers of spores circling the island. Those that tried to attack them in their new home in the beginning were attacked mercilessly, till the point it just became a game to them.
As time went on they forgot their name, their beginning, and their fear of humans other then an underlying maliciousness to the adults and a lasting care for the young ones. They started going back out on occasion to toy with humans on the mainland, gaining a new name from the humans in the form of "Mother Spore". Which they were fine with, they had long since forgot their name and a new one was needed, after all names were power. Myths started to spread about them and their island, and that was fine with them.
They may no longer be what they use to be, but they were now the eternal protector of their island, and perhaps one day they could gain new fae or creatures to join them and they could expand their realm and gain recognition as someone/thing not to mess with.
:O Woah thats interesting
love the idea that mother was some sort avian that was in a flock before turning into what he is now.
for the hunters hunting her part, that gave me an idea that they were hunting him for his wings. and the insect, fairy like wings that mother have now are not hers, but a gift from the mushroom island after the hunters injured her and chopped off his wings (would be morbidly cool if they killed him and the island brought her back to "life")
like to think that the wings mother have now cant let her fly very fast and high up into skies like how her old wings would have
and that mother misses that feeling of wind hitting his face as he soars through the sky with ease very much
anyways, tq mx biologist for the delightful insight :>
