Hello folks! Arana here! And the name of this story has been chosen! It's…. (Drumroll)

The Legend of the Angels: The Second Generation! (Rather a long name don't you think XD)

So, it beat Cloudy with a Chance of Angels, which would have been an interesting name, I do say so myself. It's a play on Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs, you see, and was originally placed there as a joke title.

Anyways, if you want to see your OC in the story (possibly, actually I still need to get around with the two OCs that have been submitted so far) all you need to do is go look at my (cleaned up) profile. It has what you need to put, as well as two examples.

So, now that the title has been named, how about a cover art contest for this story? I should go make a little thing for it…

And now, onto the story!

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Chapter 8- Code Creator?

I awoke to blaring alarms, making me jump out of my seat. Jeez, I fell asleep from boredom again, which is something I inherited from Dad.

Looking around I saw Mom confused, while PJ and Fresh (when did they get here?) rushing about the TPU no. 78 base with books in their arms (and Fresh had a piece of paper taped to his head too) as they hurried to another room. Rose zoomed out, almost running into me (although she literally just went right through me, since she was in ghost mode) before turning around, panting, and said, "It's a Code Creator!"

"Code Creator?" Mom asked. "Why, I never heard of that one before."

"Because it's so darn rare!" Yellow panted out (wait why is he panting? He did nothing!) before face-planting into Rose's shoulder. I tried to contain my laughter, and, even though it was hard.

"Anyways, it's a special Creator too," Rose said. "And she requested to see Ariel…."

"Why?" I asked.

"We dunno," Rose answered. She pulled out a piece of paper, with a sketch of, low and behold, myself. "This just appeared in the book room, with the words 'come see me' on it. We don't really have a choice when a Creator wants to see someone."

"Why don't you?"

"Well… you know how you create a piece of art?"

"Yeah?"

"A Creator is someone who creates… us basically. You see, there is a universe called the Creator's Universe, in which the first version of Undertale was created by a Creator named Toby Fox. The Annoying Dog is actually a persona of him, you see.

"Anyways, after Toby created Undertale, people started to create things like it, sometimes without knowing it. Every action we do here was thought up by a Creator. And every thought we have creates another kind of universe, too."

"So why does this one want to see me?" I asked again.

"Well, she just happens to be a special Creator we call 'Arana'. In fact, she's my Creator," Rose said.

And then a piece of paper appeared out of nowhere, which Rose read out, "Hey, you're breaking the 4th wall! That's my job!"

We all blinked. And then I suddenly wasn't with them anymore. Startled, I looked around, finding me in a traditional Japanese village type town.

"Uh, hello?" I called out, my soul turning brown, as I looked about.

And then a fox appeared, startling me as it looked like it was… made out of clay. The fox yipped twice, before turning and darting off, stopping a little bit away and looking back at me.

"OK then…" I said, following the fox. 'Jeez, this is weird…' I thought.

Eventually, the fox disappeared, making me look around. After a moment, I heard somebody writing on paper or something, making me look up at the roof of one of the houses.

There sat a teenage girl, with purple glasses and a fox hat. Her skin was peachy, and her face had a lot of freckles. Her dark brown eyes seemed to be following her pencil, as it scratched lines into her notebook. Her hair glitched a little, at one moment being long, straight hair that reached the middle of her back, then to even longer, braided hair that was falling off the edge of the roof she was on, before finally setting on short hair that tucked nicely under her hat. She had one a random dog shirt (it had a dog face on it) and jeans, as well as black ankle boots, with short socks. Around her neck was a necklace, on which pens and mechanical pencils were clipped to.

For a moment, she didn't notice me. During that time, a path appeared underneath me. Then, she looked over her notebook, and looked right at me. "Oh!" she exclaimed, flailing a tad from surprise and then faceplanting into the ground (her glasses fell off and landed safely next to her) before quickly getting up, cleaning off her glasses, and walked over to me. "So sorry I didn't notice you sooner… jeez it's hard to write one's self into your own creation…"

"What?" I asked, totally confused by what she meant.

"Oh, just Creator talk," the girl laughed, then she shifted her notebook under her arm and held her hand out to me, which I took. After we shook hands, she smiled at me again. "I'm… uh… well I got by many names. In my world, I usually go by my nickname, which I am not telling for a certain reason, but I've also gone by other names. fannadragonfox, fannathefox, Shanna Daisywalker (if you readers can guess where that name is from, points for you!), Krystalise (which was my name of Petpet Park, gosh I miss that game), and the name most know me by, Arana AGF."

I looked at her with even more confusion. "Erh, what do I call you then?" I asked.

"Just call my Arana," she laughed. "Anyways, the reason I wanted to meet you is because, unlike your mother, you have a really big story ahead of you. And, you're probably not going to realize what your magic is on your own, so I thought I should come tell you myself. But I can't tell too much, or interfere besides this."

Suddenly, my soul appeared, a human soul that was white. Suddenly, my "colored" side changed from color to color, before just stopping and becoming a rainbow. All the while, Arana was scribbling down on her notebook. "Think of HOPE as a rainbow," she said, pointing to my soul. I tilted my head. Well, my HP was pretty high for someone who hasn't gotten any LOVE (which I never will) at all. "That's your magic. HOPE."

"It is?" I asked.

"Let me tell you something," Arana said. "When Challenger defeated Glitch, she had accidentally absorbed a huge amount of HOPE into her determination, not actual soul power. This hope stayed with her, and would have had you not survived your birth."

"I almost died when I was born?" I asked.

"Why, yes," Arana sighed. "You see, your soul is a human soul, because your mother was once a human. However, human souls that are pure white have no chance at surviving, especially if they are born from two monsters. However, the HOPE inside your mother rushed to your aid just before you died, filling your soul with every human, and monster, trait possible. That is why it's so easy for you to use magic when your hopeful."

She paused. "But, I see dark times ahead of you," she said. "You will not get that much HOPE during it. But," and she scribbled on her notebook again, as the song Unity filled the air, "with the right group of friends, and this song, you will make it through. But, be careful who you choose to befriend. Only choose those who need your help. Like… Lucas. He will need your help in the time to come."

She smiled once again. "I believe in you, Ariel…. And just to say something, did you ever notice that your name is misspelled? It's supposed to have another A instead of that E next to the L."

I paused. "No, I didn't notice that…."

Arana smiled, then frowned. "Shoot, times up," she said.

And then I awoke, sitting in my chair, with Mom talking on the phone with Dad. For a moment, I looked about, watching as PJ and Fresh (he stilled had that piece of paper taped to his head) walked in carrying some books. Mom hung up, as Rose walked over.

"Anyone else feeling DEJA VU?" she asked.

"Yo, PJ and I were just talking about that," Fresh chuckled. "But we all know that the Omega Timeline doesn't Reset, so it's kinda weird for us to have DEJA Vu…"

"I feel like an alarm should be going off…" PJ sighed, frowning. "Something in me says a Code Creator…."

"Code Creator?" Mom asked.

I decided to go back to sleep at that moment, wondering if I had actually been dreaming or not.