Chapter 3: Before We Meet

(Axolotl Prospective)

Before They Meet:

My journey began traversing the infinite expanse of the dimensional multiverse (DM), a kaleidoscope of realities—vast and minuscule, vibrant and monochrome, teeming with life or utterly desolate. Each DM held within it countless universes, each a unique tapestry woven from the threads of possibility. I navigated this labyrinthine cosmos, a silent observer, until I reached my destination.

{DU-15: Undertale MD 984}

"Found you," I whispered, my hand gently touching the shimmering outer membrane of this particular DM. The moment my fingers made contact, I was instantly transported within.

{Inside the Undertale Multiverse}

I found myself surrounded by a chaotic ballet of papers, floating in mid-air like spectral butterflies. This was it—the nexus of alternate universes (AUs). My mission: to locate the AU where a distorted version of Bill Cipher had taken root. This Bill, instead of his usual exploits in Gravity Falls, had inexplicably chosen this universe. His plan? To strike a deal with an unsuspecting character, seize their body, and then conquer this reality, birthing a twisted AU in his wake.

As I began my search, the sounds of battle pierced the ethereal silence. Looking down, I witnessed a chaotic clash of skeletons, a multiverse war unfolding before me. To avoid detection, I concealed myself behind one of the floating papers, subtly dampening my own power signature. I watched, a silent spectator, as the conflict raged.

The combatants fell into two distinct factions: the Star Sanses, the valiant defenders, and the Bad Sanses, their malevolent counterparts. From my observations, the "Sanses" appeared to be alternate versions (AVs) of an original Sans, though his identity remained a mystery to me, as I hadn't previously explored this multiverse.

I managed to glean a few names. Among the Star Sanses, a vibrant blue skeleton, brimming with kinetic energy, was Blue, also known as Swap or Blueberry. He was locked in a fierce struggle against three opponents. Another, radiating an aura of golden light and princely demeanor, was Dream. His brother, Nightmare, a stark contrast, was shrouded in a dark, tar-like substance, his extra sockets forming writhing tentacles, emitting a palpable aura of negativity. Their fraternal conflict was evident in their desperate struggle, their sibling bond a poignant backdrop to their opposing ideologies.

Ink, the smallest of the Star Sanses, wielded a giant paintbrush, his role as protector of the AUs and resident of the Doodle Sphere (a realm I had previously visited) clear to see. His adversary, Error, the Destroyer of AUs, was a chaotic force, his very being a paradox. His black and red form, marred by glitches and errors, contrasted sharply with Ink's creative energy. Tears, or perhaps more accurately, streams of glitching code, constantly streamed from his sockets, forming grotesque, dragon-like skulls. His rage was palpable, his power a terrifying reflection of his fractured existence.

Beyond the main conflict, I noticed three more figures, obscured and less prominent in the battle. One, whose soul resembled a target, I dubbed "Target." Another, almost entirely covered in dust, I called "Dust." The third, with a gaping hole in his skull, I simply named "Hole." I felt a pang of sympathy for these three, their struggles overshadowed by the larger conflict. Finally, there was a fourth skeleton, hidden in the shadows, whose attire was entirely black and white. I decided to call him "Oreo."

My covert observation, however, was short-lived. One of the combatants, likely Error, caught a glimpse of me behind the paper. Before I could react, a blue string snaked out, wrapping around me and pulling me into the eye sockets of the one who controlled them.

My carefully laid plans had crumbled. I had been discovered.

(Error's Prospective)

"INKKKKKK! Get your glitching ass back here!" I roared, another string snapping out, narrowly missing the infuriatingly elusive artist. He countered with a sloppy ink blast—another miss. This ridiculous chase continued until I finally snagged him, my strings effectively disabling his brush. Finally. A small victory in this endless war.

"Heheheh, stay put, squid. Boss needs my help." I left Ink dangling, a smug satisfaction briefly overriding my usual chaotic energy. Nightmare needed backup against Dream; their sibling rivalry was a constant drain on resources.

But then, a strange energy signature—a life-sign, completely out of place—pinged on my senses. Intriguing. I turned to investigate, finding a tiny, glowing pink thing hiding behind one of Ink's AUs. What in the glitching cosmos…

It saw me. Before it could vanish, I snagged it with my strings, pulling it close. Let's see what kind of anomaly we have here.

It wasn't just any abomination; it was a glowing pink salamander… or axolotl? Seriously? The question instantly consumed me: why was Ink keeping this thing in the Doodle Sphere?, A pet?, An escapee?, A bizarre experiment gone right? I needed answers. And this thing was the only one who could provide them.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here, little anomaly. How… did… you… get… here?" My voice glitched, the familiar menace tinged with a deeper curiosity. I really want to know.

My usual intimidation tactics failed. Time for a more direct approach. Mean by that I go where ink was.

"Hey Ink! Is this your pet? 'Cause why's it glowing? What kind of weird, glowing food are you feeding it?" This is absurd. Even for this multiverse.

Ink just tilted his head, utterly bewildered. His response, however, sent a wave of shock through everyone.

"Pet? I don't have pets. And nothing survives here, remember?" What the actual glitch? He's denying it.

"Wait, pet? What did Ink mean by pet, Error?" Blue asked, his usual energy replaced with a bewildered concern. The others crowded in, Nightmare and Dream momentarily forgetting their own conflict. This is more interesting than our usual fights.

Dream's voice, usually calm and reassuring, held a note of disbelief. "Yeah, Error, Ink doesn't have pets. Nothing survives here without oxygen." He's right, of course. So what's going on?

Nightmare tapped a bony finger to his chin. "And the glowing… I've never seen a glowing salamander before." A glowing salamander? This is getting weirder by the second.

The rest of the Sanses piled on, their curiosity bordering on panic. Horror, eyes gleaming with predatory intent, asked, "Can I eat it?" Of course, Horror wants to eat it. He always wants to eat something.

The axolotl, still caught in my strings, remained silent, its pink glow pulsing faintly amidst the growing tension. This little thing is at the center of a storm. And I'm suddenly very, very curious.

(Axolotl Prospective)

Dust's gaze was chilling, the kind of look that suggested he'd personally witnessed the end of the world, and perhaps enjoyed it. "And can we kill it? Because it'll be delighted to finish it for you," he said to Error, his voice a low growl. The threat wasn't the death itself; I'd faced that before. No, my fear stemmed from the one I'd nicknamed 'Target,' who stood there with a glowing red knife, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as he inflicted a small, almost playful cut on my head. The smirk, however, was short-lived. It was replaced by a look of utter, speechless horror as my blood began to flow.

It wasn't just blood; it was a breathtaking spectacle. "Holy moly! What kind of blood is this thing?!" Target stammered, his voice barely a whisper. His exclamation broke the silence, drawing the attention of the others. They stared, mesmerized, as my blood spread across the ground, each droplet a miniature cosmos, a swirling galaxy of crimson and gold, pulsing with an inner light.

The Oreo skeleton, arrived on the scene, his usual boisterous energy replaced by stunned silence. "Okay, how in the name of Asgore was that? Why does it bleed like that when Killer just nicked its head?!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the sudden hush. He pointed a bony finger at the mesmerizing display, his usual playful demeanor replaced by genuine, unadulterated shock.

Target known as Killer, still reeling from the sight, then shrugged helplessly. "I don't even know, Cross," Killer said to Cross known as the oreo skeleton, as he admitted, his voice laced with a mixture of fear and fascination. "We don't even know what kind of axolotl bleeds like that."

The air crackled with unspoken questions, a silent acknowledgement of the extraordinary event unfolding before them.

"Well, it was fascinating to know that it bleeds like this," Nightmare mused, one of his inky black tentacles reaching towards me. "We should take it to see what it truly is." The tentacle snaked closer, its darkness promising something unpleasant.

But before it could grasp me, a flash of brilliant blue light erupted. The light solidified into an arrow, radiating a warm, positive energy, striking Nightmare's tentacle with pinpoint accuracy. The arrow's owner was unmistakable: Dream, his form shimmering faintly as he stood there, a bow without a string held loosely in his hand – a magical weapon, clearly, for Nightmare hissed in pain, retracting his tentacle as the arrow dissolved, leaving behind only a faint blue shimmer as the wound rapidly healed. He glared at Dream, his anger palpable.

"I will not let you take the creature, brother," Dream said, his voice calm but firm, a second glowing blue arrow materializing in his hand as he aimed it at Nightmare, the threat implicit in the unwavering gaze. "I won't let you take them." The air crackled with unspoken power, the silent promise of a confrontation between two vastly powerful beings, their conflict now centered around me.

Nightmare's laughter echoed, a chilling sound that sent shivers down my spine. Killer, Cross, Dust, and Error stood beside him, a formidable force arrayed against Dream, Ink, and Blue, who had managed to escape their earlier confrontation. The air thrummed with anticipation, the unspoken threat of another battle hanging heavy in the air. They were poised, ready to unleash their powers once more, the clash of opposing forces imminent.

Blue, his eyes blazing with fierce determination, addressed me, his gaze unwavering despite the looming threat. "Don't worry, little one," he said, his voice firm despite the chaos surrounding us. "We will rescue you from them." His words, though reassuring, did little to ease my fear. I was still held captive by Error, his chaotic energy a tangible weight pressing down on me, a stark reminder of the danger I was in. The battle lines were drawn, and I, the unwitting pawn, was caught in the middle.

Then, they attack.

The battle erupted in a chaotic flurry of attacks. Dream launched the first assault, unleashing another glowing blue arrow at Nightmare. This time, however, Nightmare was prepared, catching the arrow with one of his tentacles before retaliating with a surge of dark energy.

Dust, Killer, and Hole – the hole one whose name remained a mystery to me – joined the fray, focusing their attacks on Blue. Dust summoned floating dragon skulls that spewed laser beams; Killer unleashed a flurry of knives; and Hole swung a massive axe, each blow carrying the weight of their combined power. Blue, however, met their assault own attacks with unwavering determination, his own attacks a dazzling display of skill and power of bones, am attaching at the same time.

Meanwhile, Error and Cross engaged Ink in a separate battle. Error, wielding his signature strings like whips, lashed out at Ink, while Cross swung a giant knife, its blade gleaming menacingly. Ink, in contrast, fought with a giant paintbrush, his attacks a fluid dance of ink and color, each stroke a powerful weapon in his hands. The battlefield was a whirlwind of energy, a chaotic ballet of light and shadow, where the very air crackled with the power of their attacks. I watched, helpless, as the battle raged around me, a silent observer in the heart of the storm.

( 3 Perspective: )

The battle raged, a chaotic maelstrom of magic and fury. The others, locked in their titanic struggle, were oblivious to the small, trembling creature held captive nearby. The axolotl, its delicate form bound by Error's powerful strings, had made repeated attempts to escape, each ending in frustrated failure. The strings, imbued with a dark, potent magic, held it fast.

But a shift in the tide of battle offered a glimmer of hope. As Ink unleashed a torrent of pain-infused ink, a stray tendril, sharp and unforgiving, struck the very strings that bound the axolotl. The impact, though accidental, was significant. The magical threads, weakened by the unexpected blow, began to fray, their hold on the captive creature loosening perceptibly.

The axolotl, sensing the change, seized its opportunity. With a desperate surge of adrenaline, it strained against the weakened bonds. The strings snapped, releasing it from its prison. In its haste, it lost its footing, tumbling through the air before managing a somewhat uncontrolled hover, breaking its fall just short of the ground.

Seeing the combatants still locked in their furious dance, their attention entirely consumed by the battle, the axolotl slipped away unnoticed into the shadows. It sought refuge, finding a quiet corner far from the deafening roar of conflict, where it could rest and regain its composure.

Once its breath returned to a steady rhythm, the axolotl finally noticed the reason for its presence in this dangerous place. One of the floating paper, was a single piece of paper that had they been searching for. On it, a drawing: a triangle, reminiscent of the Gravity Falls emblem, adorned with a black bow tie and top hat, a single, knowing eye peering from its apex. A wave of recognition washed over the creature. This was it—the Au that his friend had been looking for .

"I finally found you, my friend," the axolotl whispered, a thrill of excitement coursing through its small body. "Now, we better go before they notice I'm gone." With practiced ease, it created a tiny pocket dimension, carefully storing the paper—a vital piece of AU of Bill Cipher—before sealing it away.

Turning, the axolotl began to weave a portal, a shimmering gateway to escape this perilous battlefield. But before the shimmering portal could fully materialize, a sudden, violent interruption shattered its fragile form. A purple bone, seemingly appearing from nowhere, shot from the ground with terrifying speed, piercing the nascent portal and reducing it to nothingness. The axolotl was trapped once more, its hopes of escape dashed, left to contemplate its next move in the heart of the raging conflict.

(Axolotl Prospective)

"Well, well, little guy," the Dust skeleton sneered, his voice a grating whisper, "Did you really think you could escape that easily? Think again. Especially when the Boss wants you." He scooped the axolotl up, its tiny body dangling helplessly from his grasp. He carried it back to the group – Nightmare, Cross, Killer, Error, Hole (whose name the axolotl still didn't know), and Dust himself – and unceremoniously deposited it on the ground.

But before the axolotl could even twitch, Dust summoned a shimmering, bone-blue cage, trapping it within.

"Stay put," Dust said, his grin widening. "I'll fetch the Boss." With that, he vanished, leaving the axolotl alone in its prison.

But the axolotl wasn't about to give up. It knew escape was possible. It attempted to create a portal, but this time, it was different. It couldn't risk a multiverse jump; they'd sense it. Instead, it focused on the closest, safest option: the original timeline, an area no alternate versions would be monitoring.

With a surge of determination, it channeled its magic, ignoring the throbbing ache in its small body, and ripped open a portal. Without hesitation, it plunged through, leaving the raging battle and its captors completely unaware of its daring escape.

Next chapter is going to be where the axolotl be meeting sans im warterfall secret spot.

So i hope you like te story just so by :)