Has Half Life 3 come out yet? No? Thought it would be by the time I uploaded this. Sorry it took so long, had a plethora of other things going down and didn't want all that to affect the first chapter. Undertale is still my favorite game, it has a special place in my heart, untainted by the toxic fan-base. That's why I had to make absolutely sure that this chapter was up to snuff.
I went through many drafts of the chapter and found them all lacking something important. Some I found were too long for the first chapter, others felt underdeveloped, some were too developed but all of them were missing one big thing. How could I ever start an Undertale x RWBY crossover with sudden action or just random people talking to each other? I needed something that would actually be the first signs of a crossover, aka, something both Undertale and RWBY shared near the beginning.
That's when I realized something wonderful, something I always forget about. Both RWBY and Undertale didn't start with anything I made previously, they both started with the sentence 'Once Upon a Time'. RWBY had a brief synopsis of Remnant's lore at the very beginning, Undertale also had this at the beginning. So what better way to start off the series than to do a conjoined version of both?
But before we start, let me respond to my staggering 2 reviews for the story. Fitting if you consider how dead the fan-base is nowadays.
Big Brother(He's always watching.): What are you talking about man? W̵̯̱̃́.̸̫̟̈̓̂D̶͓̏̍.̴̠͓̎̃G̸̛͚̪͠a̸̬͙͌̔ş̸͍͝t̵̙̳̘͑̽͘o̷̢̱͗̓́r̷͉̝͘-the royal scientist's stories can be found ë̷̱́v̸̬͝ẹ̵̃ř̵̡y̶̤͑w̵̞͐h̵̛̪ê̸̠r̸̩̒e̷̢̎-nowhere.
Littlehoke: ...now?
Hope the wait was worth it! More is indeed coming in the future!
Before anything existed, there was nothing. From the abyss, everything we stand on came to be. Yet the world still felt empty, until then they emerged. Life of all shapes and sizes, each with their own quirks, prey and predators were born into a battle of dominance to become the Alpha. While most didn't know this fact, there were two species that did, these two species became the top of the food chain and ruled over their competitors. These species were monsters and humans.
Both were generally the same; same shape, same intellect, same position. But that all changed when their creators bestowed magic to the two.
Humans became very adept with magic, able to absorb and channel the properties through their veins. Through evolution they became versatile with their magic instead of gaining powerful magic. Out of the two species, humans were more connected with the land, needing to farm and hunt to survive.
Monsters evolved in a way that gave them superior magic power, changing their figures as a result. Some began to tower over humans while others looked up to them, but one thing was for certain. Out of the two species, monsters were more connected with magic as a whole. They were able to generate their own magic as their body, from blood to soul, slowly became entwined with magic.
As time passed, the two species began to challenge each others superiority. What was versatility in the face of overwhelming power? What was a one trick pony against a multi trick stallion? Questions asked by drunkards soon became widespread curiosity between all sentient life. Who would win? It was a troublesome question, one apparently answered by the humans as they started, fought and won the war between them.
The king of the humans, the man who instigated the war, decided to trap the monsters underground as a punishment of sorts. While his reasoning was unknown, he did make it clear that monsters had no place in his world and proceeded to make an effort to erase monster-kind from history. From then and onward, humans bathed in fortune while monsters drowned in misfortune.
Monsters, already battered and bruised, began making a life for themselves with the help of a renowned scientist, W̵̯̱̃́.̸̫̟̈̓̂D̶͓̏̍.̴̠͓̎̃G̸̛͚̪͠a̸̬͙͌̔ş̸͍͝t̵̙̳̘͑̽͘o̷̢̱͗̓́r̷͉̝͘-the royal scientist, who practically created the heart of their new civilization. With science and magic joining into one, a new era for monster-kind was made. Things seemed to be shaping up for them. Until lady luck decided to cash in her favors.
Some say it was a curse, others say it was fate, but that didn't matter in the end, only the consequences. First, both of the royal family's children died. Then W̵̯̱̃́.̸̫̟̈̓̂D̶͓̏̍.̴̠͓̎̃G̸̛͚̪͠a̸̬͙͌̔ş̸͍͝t̵̙̳̘͑̽͘o̷̢̱͗̓́r̷͉̝͘-the royal scientist vanished out of thin air. And finally, the monster world became stuck without anyone being aware of it. Well...except for a select few, these few beings were a corpse, a flower and a child.
The world kept restarting, over and over, each reset with it's own differences with limited outcomes. These outcomes included two happy endings and a single bad one, the outcome that occurred being determined by one individual, a child. This child could choose the outcome because of their ultimate power over this world thanks to the power of determination.
Determination, such a funny name for the power to control time. It only had three owners in the underground. The first was the one who brought it, the corpse before the title stuck. They were callus and sociopathic, pulling dangerous pranks until they met their untimely demise. They didn't realize determinations potential before it was too late.
That's when it was passed down to it's next owner, the flower. Now the flower wasn't always a flower, ironically they used to be a flower eater before they became trapped in a soulless vessel. It was around this time they unknowingly fuzed with the determined soul for an instance of time. They unlocked the power of determination but did nothing with it, eventually sharing the same fate as the previous owner.
With both wielders dead, the soul wandered endlessly through the underground until it reached the place it's previous owners met, the place where things fall down. Years passed as unsuitable host appeared and left, until one child tickled the souls fancy. In an instant, the soul possessed the child and gave them the awakened power over time.
Thus this story starts with the three pieces of the puzzle. The child who wore the soul on their chest, the living husk who wanders until they can take it back, and the damned spirit who lays dormant within the soul. But no good story is without the heroes counterpart, the exception of the exception. A single monster called sans.
sans was a special case indeed. He was once a proud scientist who worked diligently under W̵̯̱̃́.̸̫̟̈̓̂D̶͓̏̍.̴̠͓̎̃G̸̛͚̪͠a̸̬͙͌̔ş̸͍͝t̵̙̳̘͑̽͘o̷̢̱͗̓́r̷͉̝͘-the royal scientist until he disappeared from existence. But thanks to his close relations to the royal scientist, sans was only partly affected by the memory loss. This gave him resistance to supernatural memory loss, including memory loss due to resets. Of course this doesn't mean his memory is perfect, nothing ever is in the beginning.
After the 5th reset, he would vaguely remember faces. After the 56th he could remember who lived where in the underground. After the 302nd he could spell every under-dweller's name backwards. After 1588th he could remember what it felt like to be stabbed. After the 75931st he could pinpoint every average location everybody would be during certain times.
Needless to say, there is a good chance of getting bored after the 303rd reset or so. And so he did everything he could to curb that boredom before it became akin to insane depression. He went to therapists but after so many visits it feels like they're just saying the same thing, makes you feel like your doing the same thing over and over. The advice just didn't seem to help his situation, he did however find that puns were a great way to deal with this. Imagine being able to make puns without peoples groans losing their disgust! Such a happy thought.
sans eventually found his place in the world, accepting his universal responsibilities. It was a tough pill to swallow, but you kinda have to accept your fate after 897564th reset. Especially when someone else is in control of your life. When no matter what ending you talk said person into achieving is never permanent.
You gotta accept the hand you were dealt. sans knows this more than anyone and has come to terms with his situation. He will play his part when and where he needs to. But if he so much as sees a glimmer of hope on the horizon, a way out, he will stop at nothing to end the cycle, no matter what it takes.
Parallel to all of the happenings down below, is the story of the human kingdom. The king who started the war, now fully sober after basking in the glory of a power high, decided to take the studies of monsterkind for his own. He used their sciences to spark a new era of technology for all, acquired a spouse and died some years later.
The seeds the old king sowed into the land had erected new findings in both magic and scientific studies, sparking yet another debate. You see unlike the monster, the humans chose to separate the two studies from each other and exiled any who chose newfound science over traditional magic. These 'heretics' were forced into their own kingdom close to the underground's seal.
This town became scientifically advanced, making things such as T.V. shows and magazines to keep their people happy. But when the people began buying too much stuff, they enlisted the help of the poor children of this city. One such child was a teen almost 18 years into his life named Ozma.
Ozma was a boy who dreamed of a better life. He wanted to be a hero like he'd seen in comics found in the trash he would eventually dump up the mountain. His chance at this life came in the form of a descendant of the first king of humans, the new and tyrannical ruler of the center kingdom. This ruler had trapped his daughter in a tower and spread the news far and wide to bring in those foolish enough to challenge the ancient bloodline.
This chance was a one in a lifetime opportunity. If he wanted to be a hero like he dreamed to be, he would need to put up a proper fight. He thought his best way to do so was with magic. Thus he practiced with both science and magic, using theory's for both to give him an edge. His findings proved fruitful as he had constructed a cane that could amplify his power, a way to make up for lost time. He also unintentionally created magic which could absorb souls, a useless power unless the souls had awoken to their true abilities.
Ozma would soon find out how useful this skill truly was though. As he was doing another dump run, he accidentally followed the trash. Soon Ozma would meet with the monster who worked under the royal scientist, who just so happened to dabble in souls.
Ozma and sans. One watches the time he has to save another deplete while the other counts the times he's failed to do the same task. Both, jumping at their one opportunity to achieve their goal.
This is where the story starts. The tale of two souls outliving the ages. During a time before men became huntsmen, a time before said huntsmen had stories told about them, a time before stories could become legends and a time before legends could become lost to the annals of time. A story of two skeletons, one who wears a coat while the other wears skin.
Now I know you all(5 people) who are reading this are probably as upset as subspace emissary fans were when they played through world of light. But I assure you that it only gets better from here. See you gaiters later.
