Oh dear, oh dear, thank you guys so much! I honestly never really expected people to like this, truth be told, since it really doesn't follow any of the other mainly used AUs. But seeing how you guys are actually asking questions and telling me how much you already love/like the idea makes me want to scream in joy (believe me, I already did every time I got a notification regarding this story- from a review to a follow!)

Anyhow, I'm planning to answer all of your questions… in a story format! I think it'd be way easier to explain and understand if I wrote what actually happened and what led up to that point instead of writing the long (and probably overly complicated) explanation, you know? Still, though, let me know if you think otherwise! I'll try my best to answer the questions by order, but maybe some questions will be answered first before others depending on the actual content itself… kinda like this one.

First question to be answered: Why is there a Destroyer and a Restorer, but no Fixer?

Before Time began, there was Nothing.

No light, no dark, no existence. Simply Nothing.

But because Nothing is a paradox in on itself, being nothing and something at once, its sensitive stability destabilized and collapsed.

What was once Nothing became Something.

Yet Something suffered the same fate as its predecessor- becoming a paradox and subsequently annihilating itself. This roundabout cycle occurred without pause, incongruity after incongruity, until finally, finally there was a miniscule, nigh unnoticeable shift that upset the precarious balance and tore a jagged hole between the fabric of Something and Nothing.

The rupture sent the tentatively established order into a frenzy. Nothing and Something crashed and mixed at odd points, forming new branches that stretched away from them to run their own paths. They contained the same amount of both older forces, yet not one resembled another in whatever made up the rest.

From the creation of these parallel dimensions (as they would be later identified as), therein came the existence of Time and Space.

As direct descendants of Nothing and Something, for Time and Space are existent and present yet are also concepts that cannot be observed, these forces began a new cycle of creation and destruction not unlike their predecessors. The only main difference from their particular situation to the other duo was that instead of terminating and reinstating themselves, the omniscient pair would pluck and pick the weakest and dying dimensions to destroy and restore.

However, as Time progressed and became more powerful than Space, there was once again a shift. Dimensions were being created at a faster pace than the rate at which they were being destroyed, reducing Space's domain and severely tipping the scale of power between siblings.

Before this shift could lead to yet another rupture in the fabric of existence, Time willingly created a paradox with itself by directly interacting with a dimension (which each hold a small piece of itself) and collapsing an almost unperceivable fraction of its own whole. From this fraction it created its antithesis: a being who was not affected by its powers and instead was to be the sole moderator of them. This being was thus named Chronophobia, he who was fearful of Time yet understood its value.

With this new moderator between them, the sibling forces gave it the new burden of managing the dimensions and keeping Time's flow in each of them as steady and limited as possible. He was to keep the crudely-called 'timeline' steady until it reached its end mark, where he would then have to annihilate and destroy it from existence, only to bring it back into something new later on. Thus this would be enough to ensure the balance between Time and Space remained steady with no direct involvement of either side.

Yet this proved to be too much on Chronophobia. Despite his omnipotence and power, dividing his attention into multiple things at once gave way to complications. It was after one of these major slip ups that he decided to make his own creations: Jokers. As beings outside of the dimensions and unaffected by Time itself, they were to help the god monitor and control the parallel paths.

Brought into existence in pairs, one creation would inherit the power to Restore an ailing dimension whose end mark had not yet been reached as long as it was salvageable, whilst the other half would inherit the power to Destroy the branches should they be too damaged to survive or had already reached their expiration point. They would be each other's counterparts, antagonizing and undoing their sibling's work but unable to exist without the other close at hand.

Chronophobia directed his Jokers to do as he pleased, rewarding them on a job well done by gifting them with unimaginable power (power that could not hold a candle to his own or that of the universal forces, though) and immunity to the remaining ghosts of Nothingness that blanketed the dimensions with its concealing void.

The three coexisted in harmony…

"Are you really reading that stupid legend?"

Closing the small, leather bound book, white eyes flicked over to the softly glowing, pale golden wisp shaped like a flower hovering before him in the vast darkness. He pulled an easy smile over his face, the one he knew would annoy his counterpart, and shrugged. "Beats doing nothing."

The phantom flower huffed and folded his leaves over his stem, scowling. "I don't know how you still have that thing, but if you start quoting the damn lines, I won't hesitate to rip it apart again and throw it into the next Glitch along with you. Got it?" He hissed, eye twitching almost violently at the distant memories of the other deity's idea of fun being to re-enact scenes from the supposedly true fable.

Letting his smile widen into a cheeky grin, the skeleton winked and shoved his free hand into his coat's pocket. "Space promised Time that it wouldn't fight it, and look how that turned out."

Laughing at the lighter deity's scream of exasperation, he spared a glance to the book he still held securely in his other hand. Fine golden print provided all the information the reader needed to know, such as the name of the piece and whoever was the one that wrote it, yet that was it. No background information on the author, no elaborate design on the cover or spine except for a plain outline, nothing that would make it stand out amongst the rest. And yet...

Something about it made Sans keep coming back to it and read its legend over and over again for what probably had to be the fiftieth time now.

No matter, though. This was not the time nor the place for reading. Not with It stirring up trouble yet again.

"Another day, another Timeline gone away~" Sang Flowey, the natural distortion of his voice maiming the little song until they grated on his partner's nonexistent ears.

Said partner heaved a sigh under his breath and shook his head. He trailed behind the singing weed at an almost leisure pace, neither hurrying when the other would float ahead with a twirl nor slowing when he would stop and stare off into the darkness of the Void they were constantly gliding through. As long as he was within his field of vision (which was not a hard thing to keep considering Flowey was the only luminescent thing in the dark), and he himself was in the overgrown weed's, they were both fine and free to do whatever they wanted until duty called once again.

He tuned out what the Joker was now singing (something about the Tower and its people or whatnot) and let his thoughts wander back to just a few hours ago, or what he considered to be a few hours since time did not run at all in the Void.

They had found a Corruption in one of the new dimensions during their patrol around the sector. This one Timeline was just a baby compared to the others, having been created just recently by the All-Father following the destruction of another, much older path; and yet there was already a problem with it even as the inhabitants of the contained world were just learning to survive in their environment.

Flowey, as was usual of him, had wanted to destroy the Timeline right off the bat. He didn't care for the new life or for the hardships the species had yet to face; he only cared about the potential they had to become a possible threat to other healthier Timelines. To him, any small amount of Corruption was enough to warrant its immediate disposal.

On his other side, Sans had reasoned that they should inspect it first and figure out what was going wrong with it. He had hypothesized that since the dimension was a new one, it had a better chance to be repaired and reincorporated into the flow of Time yet again to continue with its original job compared to the other, much older Timelines they dealt with on a daily basis.

Flowey had begrudgingly agreed, and the pair had entered the new world in an attempt to Fix it.

They searched and searched for the root of the problem, unseen and unheard by the gaggle of primitive inhabitants, yet they found nothing that could give them a solid explanation for what had instigated the Glitch.

As it was, the Corruption had been making faster progress than them, however, destabilizing the weather and conjuring natural disasters that left the people scrambling at a panic with no idea of what to do.

By that point, Flowey had dragged the still searching Sans out of the tumultuous Timeline and into the safety of the Void. He had given him a smug look when he noticed the annoyed and worried scowl his counterpart had along with the calculating stare he was directing at the pulsing, luminescent white thread that represented the individual Timeline, still trying to figure out what was happening to it despite being outside it.

"Can we get rid of it now? We tried to Fix it, buuuut..." He had said, his jagged grin stretching wider when Sans had finally given a dejected sigh and turned his head away from the young dimension.

The Destroyer needed no further confirmation other than the Restorer turning his back on the suffering world to carry out his job.

If both had heard the phantom screams of the species or the haunting silence of the dead in the process, neither mentioned it.

Now, Sans shook his head yet again and focused on the nothingness ahead. It wouldn't do any good to reminisce about deeds that had already been done, he figured. He couldn't save everyone, nor could he change the natural order of things.

'But what I can do,' he thought, throwing a look over the thick, white fur of his coat's hoodie to look at the still singing flower now floating a few ways behind him, 'is make sure every Fix we already did lasts.'

It was such a feeble promise to himself that even he, some where deep down inside, didn't believe in.

Welp, that's that.

Oh gee, I really do hope this can answer that question! I've done this whole thing in the Microsoft Word app on my phone, and it's been an absolute pain.

To sum it up, there's only two Jokers and each has their own job, but one thing they can both do is Fix the timelines. They find the problem, take care of it, and if afterwards the world is still too far gone, then they destroy it, but if it's responding positively to the repairs, then they restore it back to the point before the Glitch hit. Sort of like when you're playing a game and you have a save point just in case you mess something up, and you exit the game without saving again that way whatever you messed up doesn't affect your future gameplay and technically never happened.

Any how, again, excuse the lateness! My tablet's keyboard is making weird noises whenever I type so that's why I had to make this on my phone, which took way longer than expected *droops*

Wow, it's been quite some time since I've last written something that wasn't specifically for school, so feel free to point out any mistakes (hopefully it doesn't show that much)