The More Timekeep Journals, the Merrier.

Keeper spent the next morning deciphering how to use Temporal Coordinates. This was some pretty complicated stuff, and the less messing with the Time-Space Continuum, the better. The skeleton didn't even know if getting the journal pages was going to save his friends, but if he wanted to get anywhere, he'd have to know as much as he could, mainly, if it was possible to reverse the effects that made the timekeep.

Frisk and Chara were already having breakfast, chocolate chip pancakes, and they seemed pretty content. Especially Chara, who was practically wolfing down the choco-chip 'cakes like nobody's business. Frisk took their time with eating their pancakes, slightly amused with Chara's chocolate obsession. Keeper hadn't come to eat with them yet, which was a bummer, but they could understand why he was so troubled, due to the incident yesterday, and Papyrublaster.

At least Keeper knew they were dead. At least he knew they weren't suffering in that terrible genocide run. But now…in light of how a blaster that appeared to look just like Papyrus appeared as Keeper's attack, how could he know? Were they alive? Were they suffering? It's dangerous for SOULs to be fused together in close proximity. If anything, Alphys proved that with the Amalgamates. He couldn't bear to think of what they might be feeling, if they can feel anything… He put a hand over the clock around his neck and felt a magic tear flow down his cheekbone. He wanted to see Papyrus again, he wanted to hear Papyrus shouting demands in his direction…. He wanted to knock on the door to the ruins, and hear a kind old lady ask "Who is there?". He wanted to laze about outside his station while Undyne ran after Frisk for the two-thousandth timeline. He wanted to help encourage Alphys to help her cope with what she's done. He wanted to wait in the judgement hall, under Asgore's command, loyal and true his position and his promise.

His promise….

His promise to a kind old lady waiting at the other side of a door, asking him to protect any humans that walk through the door. It was really the only thing he had left. The two kids downstairs eating breakfast and watching pre-recorded episodes of Mettaton's shows in front of the T.V. It was really the only thing he had, beside the timekeep. Those two kids…he vowed to protect them with everything he had, it was a part of his promise. Keeper was never one for promises. He just found them to be a cheap way of getting someone to do what someone else wants. But…this feeling of responsibility he had for Frisk and Chara…he couldn't deny keeping that promise, for their sake. The sake of the last two people in the entire timeline.

Keeper was full on crying now, curled up in hi bed, sobbing and whimpering. The two young humans had heard the skeletons whimpers over the T.V, and had come up to comfort him. They started hugging him, and Keeper wrapped his arms around them both, embracing them as his crying slowly turned to whimpers, and finally, silence. Keeper thanked them, and slowly recovered from his sadness.

"Thanks guys…I feel a lot better now." Chara grinned. "It's only us three, and we need to stick together. We don't need anyone crying their eyes about what happened, we need to work towards fixing it," Chara told Keeper. Frisk nodded in agreement. "How about you take a load off and eat some breakfast with us?" The pink-scarfed human asked. Keeper nodded in agreement. "Good idea, kiddo."

After all was said and done, Keeper went back to figuring out how TC's (Temporal Coordinates) work. It was complicated, but eventually, Keeper had the hang of them. It was time to start really exploring the multiverse. Though Frisk couldn't help but pipe up and ask… "What about this Er…Ans…? What if whoever or whatever it is becomes a problem later?" Frisk asks. "Well, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it, but I'll 'keeper' an eyesocket out for it." Keeper responded. "Now, we have our work cut out for us, and the sooner we start, the better."

The first timeline they went to after that point was one playfully named "Underfell". Needless to say, there were some close scrapes with some very unwelcoming residents in the timeline. The trio had to run and hide in a safe place where they wouldn't be spotted. When they found one, there were already two people there. Another Frisk, and Flowey, who both looked startled when they arrived. But, some sweet talking from KT Frisk was enough to settle them down.

"So… can I ask you two something?" KT Frisk questioned. The other Frisk and Flowey nodded. KT Frisk took a page of the journal. "Have you seen anything like this around?" The other Frisk nodded. "I think there was one in the bushes outside the Ruins door." Flowey told KT Frisk. "Well, I guess that's where we go next," Keeper concluded, and sure enough, the journal page was in the bush with the hidden camera. "Thanks, pals," Keeper thanked the other Frisk and Flowey. And they departed Underfell and rested for the rest of that day.

Entry #54:

A new revelation has become apparent in the creation of timekeeps. There must be one monster soul left over in order for the operation to work, and you must choose the left over monster wisely, or there may be some resistance against timekeep creation. You can only pick one version of a monster per timeline, so no whimsims running around for no reason on that part. Another variant is the strength of the chosen monster's soul. The timekeep's holding points are the exact concentrations of Determination a monster has. A reasonable strong soul must be left out so the clock doesn't melt into an unholy abomination of souls due to the over-excessive Determination overload the souls and dust would be subjected to. It may be just the weak monster determination variant, but it's still enough to melt the combination of weak souls with too much determination present in the mixture.

The nature of the souls when in a timekeep's stasis limbo is still unknown.

*The journal has the TCs Alpha-22 on the back.

Another day, another timeline. After being fed and prepared for the next timeline, Keeper locked the coordinates Alpha-22 into his Timekeep. The large door to the timeline appeared again, and the three entered. On the other side was a lab, that looked like Alphys' True Lab. Though, there were no Amalgamates, or Alphys herself running around. There were plenty of entries around the lab, written in a similar fasion to the timekeep journals, though the font was different. The Timekeep Journals were in a clear Aster font; the entries here were in Wing Dings. "My Wingding reading has kinda deteriorated over the last while, so it's kind of hard to understand these…" Keeper mused, putting a hand to his skull. "So far, none of these are Timekeep Journal entries…"

"Who is trespassing in here!? This area is completely classified!" A voice rang out. "We've got company…" Chara commented. Fast footsteps were racing down the hall at them. "Nothing a good shortcut can't fix. Over here!" Keeper told the other members of his trio. Frisk and Chara rushed to the skeleton's side and followed him around the corner, and when it looked like a dead end, Keeper teleported Frisk, Chara and himself to the opposite end of the True Lab. "We need to find that journal page, now!" Chara assured.

It was like a game of cat and mouse around the True Lab.

Meanwhile… "WHAT DO YOU THINK ALL THAT NOISE IS, BROTHER?" A version of Papyrus asked, he had a large amount of bandages around his head. "i don't know, maybe he's chasing something that got in here he wants out." Sans commented, facing his brother. While his back is turned, Keeper, Frisk and Chara ran past their containment cell, while a very upset and worried Gaster gives chase after them.

Keeper was beginning to look very exhausted. "Is there any *huff*… Sign of the…*huff* Timekeep journal yet?" the skeleton heaved through hard breaths. "There!" Frisk called. It was on top of a pile on Gaster's desk. "Go get the page, we'll distract him!" Chara called. Keeper split off from his partners. They ran off with Gaster following as Keeper grabbed the page off Gaster's desk. The skeleton signaled for his partners to come back around. He began twisting the clock hands of his timekeep , inputting his home timeline's coordinates. He let Frisk and Chara in first and ran in after, shutting the large, clock-shaped door in Gaster's face. Then the door vanished as if it was never there in the first place.

The three individuals returned to timeline Omega-67 exhausted. Keeper's ribcage was heaving with heavy breaths, Frisk was covered in sweat, and Chara's legs caved the moment the door vanished. The three stumbled into Keeper's room and crashed on their respective beds. "We're gonna take the day off, tomorrow…" Keeper huffed. Frisk and Chara gave moans of agreement. They were all going to feel all of that running tomorrow morning.

Timekeep Journal, Entry 55:

The king is becoming concerned as to why I haven't updated him in my research. I've decided to make fake entries. Not even his highness can know about the complexities of the multiverse I am studying to this day.

In any case, I have found a breakthrough. The sketch below is what I would like to call, the Temporal Core.

*There's a sketch of a large structure, with many lines jutting out from the top*

These next few true entries will be on the Temporal Core Theory. The theory that all the energy from the multiverse, and in different timelines, comes from a central core, surrounded by void and anti-void energies. This is just a base structure for the Temporal Core.