The first thing that they saw was darkness, above the purple lightning arcs of the retcons slithered over the sky.
Where was the building the meting had taken place, he'd aimed for it.
Doubt gnawed at him in this inky void with shattered rubble beneath his boots, maybe he had missed.
"Over there!" Palette cried, pointing a few hundred feet away.
Goth felt relief as he spotter his parent, Error, Ink and Dream.
He pushed back his tears, knowing that everyone else must have been Retconned already.
"Goth," Geno cried spotting him, grabbing the smaller monster into a hug.
"Escaped the end again brat, try not to do that again," Error said.
"Who's this?" Dream asked, eyes sorrowful as Goth knew that Dreams's Palette was gone.
"This is Shatter," Goth said.
"Shatter huh?" Palette asked.
"Its the name embedded for your Multiverse codes," Goth explained.
"That's cool," he replied, and it made sense.
"Please don't do that again Goth," Geno said unhappily "This is yours," he said passing him his save lantern.
"Thanks, strangely with the retcons around me I'm not vanishing," Goth said in relief, feeling the cool touch of the lantern in his hands.
"Why can't you just stop existing!" a voice screamed in rage.
"Who's that?" Shatter asked.
"The one causing the Retcons I bet," Error snarled.
"If I can't erase you, then I'll erase you here!" the voice snarled full of wroth.
Darkness surrounded them.
OoOoO
Error came to feeling a noxious migraine, if skeletons had stomachs he would probably have been sick.
They were in a huge room of black stoned walls and floor, the only light a blazier blazing high with purple flames.
Like the retcon lightning.
He was not happy.
How was he suppose to keep the fragging balance, if there was nothing to balance.
There was relief, Goth was still alive somehow beat the odds again.
He hadn't even known beings from other multiverses could cross over to there own.
If they survived, he would have to add more firewalls in hope to prevent such things again.
Slowly the others came to, getting to there feet.
Geno was somehow still having Goth in his clutches.
"Welcome, to your end," a voice hissed, the same voice that had screamed earlier.
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Reaper was a very unhappy death god.
His multiverse was vanishing as they stood there.
And he had no clue, on how to restore it or his eldest child.
He held his scythe tightly, ready to leap forward and dust whoever this was.
"To think you all escaped your fate," the voice snarled, Reaper almost didn't notice Error flinch at the word Fate.
"He feels horrible," Dream said his bones almost grey, the retcon of his son and twin was too much... Reaper knew the Guardian of Positivity wouldn't last long. One twin would always follow the other. "Such Rage... such sorrow."
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"The end, isn't it beautiful. Everything wile cease to exist, just like he did," the voice laughed followed by a raspy cough.
"Show yourself," Error said, and his voice didn't glitch for once.
Shatter or one could say Palette wanted to scream, to cry.. to run away.
But he couldn't, if he ran..
How many other multiverses would just vanish as if they never existed.
He would never forgive himself.
A figure slowly separated itself from the shadows, he summoned his roller.
Tall in ratty dirty robes, then they pulled there hood off there face.
A Skeleton was revealed, there bones were yellowed from lack of care with maddened eye lights,
Chipped, broken and missing in some spot.
In fact, bone rot had set in there body.
They reminded him of the walking dead, from a horror movie he'd accidentally seen once.
There was a shocked gasp, as they realized who thsi monster was.
A Papyrus.
The cause of this was a Papyrus.
"You may call me Lich, in the end nothing matters," The Papyrus rasped.
With that, the survivors leapt forward.
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Between on step and another, Goth switched to his Fel version as it was a better fighter for fights like this. His scythe sliced and diced a part of Lich's robes, he skid back as the monster actually threw retcon lightning at him.
He actually had to toss his lantern to his mother after a bit, needing both hands and Geno could fight easily with one hand. That didn't make him happy, he needed that to survive so eh hoped that once everything was fixed the lantern would still be in one piece.
Yet...
They were loosing badly...
Lich was too fast, even with the bad condition his body was in.
"Ink for brains!" Error shouted.
"What!" Ink called back from where he was.
"Remember that thing, I told you we'd never ever mention or do again when we did it by accident?" Error said, he was using his strings to stop himself from landing too far away.
"Of Course! It was fun!" Ink said, far more cheerful then he should be.. you know trying to stop the end of there multiverse.
"Lets do it here, this guys outclasses even us," Error growled.
"Yeah!" Ink said and bounced over somehow avoiding attacks as he did.
'And this lady and gents, is the creator god' Goth thought sarcastically with a sigh.
Error summoned his strings, but instead of blue they were devoid of color. Ink smirked and grabbed the strings with his hands.
The world seemed to ring in his head as astral chains of paint seem to burst into the world from where the two concentrated.
Lich didn't have time to dodge this time, as this was the power of the two gods power combined.
It... was actually kinda pretty.
In seconds Lich was tangled by the astral paint chains, unable to move or attack.
"Lets... hope.. we.. never do that again," Error gasped out, boned grey from extreme magical exhaustion and Inks Bones were also grey.
"My head hurt," Ink said.
"Nimrod," Error said walking slowly towards Lich.
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To think it would all end.
His great work.
To erase it all.
Papyrus smiled as he finished making spaghetti, he could hear Sans sleepily getting himself up.
"Morning Papyrus.." Sans yawned.
"Good morning Sans, your ready for another day on the glorious surface!" he said happily.
"For you bro, anything," Sans said with a true smile.
The day went swimmingly, Sans was active and they both had fun.
This was there happy ending, as Frisk no longer had the ability to reset and Chara had moved on.
Of course...
He forgot...
Happy endings were just for children.
A monster hater struck his more fragile brother, Sans hadn't even had a chance to dodge.
Papyrus screamed as his brother dust spread like a white puddle on the ground.
To him the world ended.
There would be no more magical resets to bring back the lost.
Sans, his Sans was gone.
The one being that had loved him no matter what, the one being who called him cool and meant it.
He broke.
He left a trail or broken bodies and blood behind, he even killed Frisk when he tried to force there reset ability to return.
There was no return now.
This world didn't have the right to exist if his brother was gone.
He vanished from the public that hunted him, they wanted him in jail for his deeds.
Ten years later he discovered it.
Retcons.
If Sans couldn't exist.
Then no one else should either.
"How do we reverse the Retcons," Ink said unhappily.
"There is no way for you to reverse the many Retcons, the way is lost,' he laughed seeing there faces.
"There is always a way," Dream said softly.
"You would have to have data from the multiverse from before the retcons, which doesn't exist," Lich laughed, it was a grand joke.
"There has to be a way," the stupid bug Palette from the last multiverse protested.
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Goth was exhausted and sore, and wanted to be anywhere but there.
This... utter moron was the cause of all his woes, but in a strange way the reason this version of himself existed.
"From before..." he said, going utterly still at what said.
"Ha ha ha, none of that data exists now," Lich laughed.
"I was the very first thing retconned," Goth whispered, he had known it from the very instant he woke up for real in the anti-void.
"Goth.." Error said in a strange tone of voice.
"Your a bane of existence," Lich snarled.
"I contain all the codes from before, I never lost anything other then my place in this multiverse," Goth said, he closed his eyes and felt tears gather,
"Gothy, whatever your thinking don't," Shatter begged.
Goth felt a calmness come over him, what was one compared to restoring to the lost.
Geno made a startled sound as Goth suddenly pulled the save lantern from his hand.
"Goth Stop!" Error shouted, but it was too late as Goth shattered the glass of the save lantern the glowing save star in his hands.
"Sorry, thank you," Goth said with a smile.
The save Star Shattered.
The world exploded into light.
...
...
...
Goth blinked.
Shouldn't he have stopped existing.
He seemed to be laying down, looking at a golden glowing sky.
"Time to get up sleepy," a voice said, Goth quickly sat up and gaped.
For as far as one could see were Goths, Goths of every type.
In fact he could feel them, the Goths from his multiverse, from Shatters.. he could fell all of them.
He understood now, what would happen now.
He laughed as a button appeared in front of him.
Smiling he pressed the button, which was 'Save and Reload.'
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Everything was gone, they were floating in an endless sea of light.
"What's going on?" Geno asked, as the flash of light faded.
"Everything is saving and reloading all the new timelines and those lost for all multiverses effected," Goth said quietly.
"This will reverse time you realize," Error said quietly. "You as you won't exist."
"This is goodbye... You probably won't remember this reload. Shatter and Error will probably, but you won't," Goth whispered.
"No.. this isn't right," Geno cried.
"Retconned, this isn't goodbye," Shatter said, Goth.. no Retconned smiled.
"Its never goodbye, just a new hello," Retconned laughed.
Then faded.
"Goth!" Geno screamed.
The multiverse shattered.
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Shatter came to with a gasp, sand under his hands and broken stone.
Tears slipped down his face.
It had worked...
Everything was back.
Then he sobbed.
For he had lost a friend very few would remember.
Slowly he got up, he had time now with the reload winding things back. He had to warn the others of Nightmare Palette.
"Thank you Retconned," he whispered.
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Error 'woke' in the anti-void.
"Damn it kid," he swore as his memories set in.
He knew it was real, not just the memories.
Because in the distance, Goth's house still stood.
His soul hurt, after all he had just lost the nearest thing he had to his own kid.
