Once upon a time, two races ruled over an Earth: The HUMANS and the MONSTERS.
The monsters had magic abilities and harnessed amazing strengths but humans with pure determination in their hearts were able to wield magical weapons that possessed incredible powers: The KEYBLADES.
One day, war broke out between the two races… After a long battle, the humans used the power of the Keyblades to banish every monster in the world underground.
... But you probably already heard of this story a hundred times.
In fact, the same battle happens a hundred times too. In many different worlds. Each more unique than the last.
But. On this one world. On this one day. Something… Peculiar happens.
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Mt. Ebott
Legends say that after being banished, the monsters remained underground beneath a large mountain.
Centuries have passed since the war and the monsters patiently awaited their freedom.
One such monster, the king of monsters himself, was sitting down on his throne. He seemed to have fallen asleep. Asgore lightly snored as he dreamed.
In his dream, Asgore found himself in some kind of black void. No signs of life anywhere to be seen.
Then, Asgore heard a noise. Sounding like a rather loud creak. The king turned around to see rather large white doors.
Confused, Asgore slowly approached the doors but he stopped in his tracks when the loud creaking came back.
Asgore looked on as he noticed the door has slightly opened a bit, a small bit of light shining through the tiny gap.
Asgore observed the door began to slowly open itself more and more. More light poured out as the gap grew wider and wider.
The light was almost blinding, Asgore had to shield his eyes from it.
But… The light began to dim.
The light inside the door grew darker… And darker… And darker! Asgore stepped back as an unseen force overwhelmed him.
He grunted a bit as a strong gust of wind was blown in his direction. Asgore glanced at the door once more.
It was completely dark. No sign of light at all.
Then. He saw it. A hand. A white gloved hand. Reaching out from the darkness to grab Asgore.
Asgore jolted awake with a gasp. He's sweating and hyperventilating. He looked around frantically to see any sort of attackers nearby but calmed down when he saw no one. Just him and the patch of golden flowers.
Asgore slumped back on his throne. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and sighed. "What a peculiar dream."
Asgore then stood up and as he touched the ground with his feet, a cold shiver ran up his spine.
The king shuddered a bit. He felt… Like something was… Off. That something was… Wrong.
He didn't know what it was, but he felt it. Asgore began to sweat again. He needed to check on them.
Asgore walked out of his throne room and into the hallway which lead to an endless white void. This was the Barrier. As well as the same room where the human SOULs are being kept.
Asgore outstretched his hand and summoned his trident. He lightly tapped the floor with the hilt and saw 7 containers emerge from the floor.
But the moment he saw them, Asgore's eyes widened. Both in shock… And utter terror.
Asgore dropped his trident and stumbled back as he stared at the containers.
At the completely empty containers.
The containers that housed the 6 human SOULs. They were completely and utterly empty.
Asgore almost choked on his own spit. The SOULs he and his Royal Guard have been gathering after all these years.
The one and only hope monsterkind had in obtaining their freedom.
Gone.
Asgore breathed heavily, not breaking eye contact with the containers for a single second. "H-How…? W-When? Why!?" Asgore's hands balled into fist. A single tear had rolled down his cheek. "This is bad… VERY bad." bruh
To be continued…