I Have Have Reached A New High In DPS Idle Gold Rush At 2905 And Have Learned A Few More Things. 1, The

... Now I need to read this.

UnderMaze Chapter 3: Part 13 & End

____

AH this took me way longer than it should have to get to finish but Chapter 3 is over!

< Part 12 | Chapter 4 >

____

Credits

UnderMaze by jasmynation

Ink Sans created by myebi

Error Sans created by loverofpiggies

Undertale by TobyFox

https://t.umblr.com/redirect?z=https%3A%2F%2Fmy.w.tt%2FRDMfulYw45&t=MzRkNTMwOGRkZDBjY2UxMzc4N2NiZDAwODUxZDM5ZTI2MmM3ZWE1Nyw1NzY1MDMyODYxYmFjMmI3Yzc4ODY1ZWE4M2U5YTZhZDA1Njc1ZTI2

So, I am working on a variant of Dreamtale. Curious to see what people think.

My agreement with this is through the roof.

Bro

Fuck Purgatory

Fuck the Eye Dude

Fuck Cucurcho

Fuck the Rebels

Fuck Hell

I just want my damn eggs back

I wanna see one of Richas dads asking Richas for something and he instantly pulled it out of his backpack.

I wanna see Ramon running around and picking flowers with his cute pink/gray backpack

I wanna see Leo’s dog head dramatically turning and her spinning her head around in frustration

I wanna see Tallulah lagging and slowly turning her head when she hears some bullshit

I wanna see Pomme underwater with giant butterfly wings, playing her flute.

I wanna see Chayanne dramatically falling into pieces on the flower and cooking.

I wanna see Dapper smacking people with his various weapons

Im tired of the lore and the angst

I just wanna see my dumb little huevos being kids again goddamn it

I like cult of the lamb, and this is an interesting AU.

Mercy Gone Wrong AU Masterpost

▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣

————————————————————————

Annotation:

«After the final fight Lambert spares Narinder, believing that it was finally over. However, one little moment of distraction was enough for Narinder to give Lambert a nasty surprise right after. It didn't work as The One Who Waits planned, resulting in Lambert getting stuck inside the Red Crown.

Unable to get separated, Narinder and Lambert must now learn how to work with each other to keep sustaining the cult while also searching for a way to free Lambert from the Crown.

Both of them are in blissful ignorance, unaware of the bigger picture that was always there.»

————————————————————————

A/N:

If you a Narilamb shipper, please read this so that you knew what to expect, thank you :">

About why some things in the asks might be different from the comic.

————————————————————————

References:

Narinder & Lambert, Narinder's robes, Bishop Narinder

Pre-MGW Lambert, Pre-Red Crown Lambert

Nerita

Leshy, Heket, Shamura

Haro

The Fox

————————————————————————

I won't let you go

The aftermath (ask)

Handwriting

The Crowns

Owner-user system for the Crowns (ask)

Axe

Midas

House

How Lambert runs the cult (ask)

Not trash

How do I speak?

A bit more about Lambert's functions (text)

Dolls

Do you feel content?

Can't be separated

Covered in blood

Maze of consciousness

Not a God, nor a mortal or a beast

We were watched

Care

A cry for help

A rare book

▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣▣

Ok, adorable .

I've seen a post about Grian bringing Jellie to every season of Hermitcraft for Scar, and I wrote this without any thought behind it. I just started typing without thinking.

The season of Hermitcraft had come to an end. Scar said goodbye to Jellie, his precious cat who always seemed to find her way to him every season since. He always gave Grian weird theories about how Jellie did it, though Grian knew how she was traveling between seasons. In fact, he had a hand in it. Every season since meeting Scar and Jellie.

Seeing their bond made him smile. Like how he felt with any pesky bird he would have friended in the past. So he had decided that when a new season begins, he would retrieve the previous incarnation of that furry feline friend his fellow hermit loved so much, and bring her to her owner.

Like a broken clock that is right only twice a day, Grian would go to ask Xisuma for access to the previous season when everyone else would be offline or asleep. At this point though, he wouldn't even need to ask anymore. Xisuma would give the Watcher a knowing look and sigh before handing the access over. It was just a formality but now it was tradition. Asking for access.

The Watcher would enter the world full of nostalgic memories and collect the precious cargo, cradling it as he adjusted a small cloak around her neck to keep her protected from the travel to the new world. "Scar will be very happy to see you again Jellie, and remember our deal." He said softly with a smile.

Jellie, nuzzling in his arms, let out an all-knowing mreow that said, "Not a word to him." Grian opened a familiar rift and pulled the mask over the feline's eyes before stepping through. In the new world, where Jellie's collar had gone, she was set down with care and given extra pats. The cloak and mask taken off, revealing her pretty fur coat once more.

Then she was left, around in the woods or villages, knowing her owner or his friends would find her again and bring her home. All the while Grian watches, smiling at the warming scene. Listening to Scar's theories once again. His eyes meet the small cat's and they share a smile, and a knowing gleam.

It's simply a cat and her owner being reunited, seemingly to no end.

The fact i want this to be a real thing that happens.

Quiet remembers things in MoC. He remembers everything else, that is.

"Shit! Shit! What the hell was that? Who are we? What are we doing?" That was Paranoid, too tense to the point of looping back into distracted. He had heard all that before. When?

"There was a Princess, I think. It’s all so fuzzy. It hurts when I try to remember." Broken, living up to his name, even though there was another way, even though it didn't have to be like this-

'Not a Princess. The Shifting Mound.' He corrected, mind starting to reel with the information.

Collective confusion for half a second, shattered by the Narrator, of all things.

'Where have you heard that name?!'

He -- Quiet, he remembered that now -- tried to ignore the echo in his head.

'You jump to one of the floating trees and make yourself comfortable in the exposed base-- Really?! I don’t know how you came across that name, but you're here to slay the Princess who will end the world!'

"She can wait a few more minutes,' his voices needed, deserved the break, even without the memories threatening to overwhelm him. 'How about we rest here for a bit when nothing's chasing us?'

"Decider, we’re supposed to let her out. It’s really the only way this works out for us, if you think about it. She’s the one with power here. Nobody else can do much of anything," and that was Opportunist, beaten down by one of the cruelest iterations of Her.

They went quiet. Maybe they were seeing everything too.

This was far less one-way than it seemed. If he focused inward, if he let his eyes drift shut and dreamed, he could feel the tiny jerks and tugs of his Voices acting on him, and...

Even Cold, too regular to be noticed unless he actually focused, lost to sensory fatigue. Creeping up on him like ice.

A wave of memories assaulted him. His actual identity, the Princess', the one path when it seemed like Cold, not Hero, had nested close to his heart.

"So you did listen to me," Cold’s voice was usually monotone and deceptive in its softness, but approval was something Quiet had never expected from him.

"And he was miserable for it!" Smitten seemed to have regained life at the novelty, at the realization that the eternity of torture that they had suffered could pass. "Whatever vision that was, please don't let it come to pass!"

"How could you call that being unfeeling?" Hunted asked, "There was so much fear."

"You wrestled control away from everyone. Impressive," Opportunist said. "Good thing I've always been on your side. We can turn this around, aren’t we a God?"

As if karma had decided to fuck that voice over in particular, what they saw next was betrayal, in different ways.

Opportunist, Broken, Smitten. With more or less intent, but still.

"Are Icy, Loudmouth and I the only ones who didn't think the decider was a puppet out of the blue?! What's wrong with all of you?!" Stubborn, coming to his defense.

They kept coming. Eating and being eaten. Betrayal and being betrayed in turn. Submission and rebellion. Love turning sour. Pain for the sake of it. A cycle of pain that he kept perpetuating by choosing to go back go the beginning. But this construct had cracks, in the end. All those memories were a consequence of it.

It was his fault. It was his mistakes and failures that destroyed everything again.

And then the visions that, he knew, could come to pass someday.

Hero getting him to the Heart and they left as mortals, with him choosing to stay behind.

Killing Transformation and exploring a world with his Voices, always together. Or reaping the consequences of his actions. Hero was the most disturbed by that one, for some reason.

Quiet accepting Her request to leave as Gods and-

They reeled as the vision simply stopped being something their minds could interpret. Quiet felt a part of what he called his sanity crumble. Paranoid seemed fine.

'Enough data for you, detective?' he couldn’t help but ask, memories too fresh considering Skeptic’s metaphorical flinch.

"You've been doing this for a long time, haven't you?" Contrarian was uncharacteristically subdued, but having several lifetimes' worth of memories would make anyone slow down and process.

The question remained, now that they knew, what would they do with that information?

QSMP Philza update, go watch the Wednesday the 25th and Friday 27th updates if you don't want to be spoiled.

Nothing really major happened Wensday, philza went exploring for a bit after getting on to see if there was more black concrete, which there was.

He then spawns in his Minime who he later names Little Twat (not a joke).

Then he spends an hour and a half with Fit and Tubbo talking to the new Cururucho AI at spawn, occasionally getting flirted at, told stuff that could not be true and such, and trying to exploit the AI.

They then went to lucky duck before returning to spawn because Tubbo needed to get his minime Kitkat back after it randomly disappeared. So a random fed. worker came, had Tubbo dance then Phil got board and decided to work on leveling his minime, leading him to dig down under spawn to tr and find iron I believe leading him to drop down into a massive wold edit hole. Cucurucho then joins Phil stares at the strange area before giving Phil a quest to build an aquarium.

Phil then went off to gather materials and mobs for the aquarium, was joined by Fit for a while before Fit leaves, after which Phil spends a few minutes exploring before returning to spawn near the nino to "build the aquarium," if you count an outdoor aquarium with 5 tanks and no other infrastructure. However it counted so Cucurucho have Phil his requested building block rainbow glass or at least the components for it. Phil then went to gather sand for the glass, spent time looking at glitched terain for an hour or so. After which he headed home, hat a none cannon chat with BadBoyHalo and Royer about whether the Brazil or Vagus trips were better, before Phil went off to do a few cores before getting off for the day at the nest.

Friday had some lore happen, but it was nothing major or egg related. If anything it related back to the bird cage with the "wise crow" comment.

To give a better flow of events, Phil woke up, decided to work on upgrading his now 2 mini me's, affectionately called Little Twat, and Little Shit (normally, I would censor a curse, but the name is the curse word so...). With Little Shot asking for a weird mushroom (twice.). After doing some of the Minime quests he went home, had an existential crisis due to the black concrete at his face spreading, then went inside to check the message chest, finding nothing. Then while doing further checks he found strange vines on the inside walls of Tallulah's seed garden, which he followed to the back wall to find a picture of a skull with vines on it and a book asking if Phil remembers his time before the server and promising help.

Side note, I personally want to say that that is Kristen, the goddess of death, trying to communicate with him. It seems to out of place to be the federation, and with how different Phil's ticket is from the rest it has to point to outside interference. And one of Kristen's main ways of talking with Phil previously when lore related back to his wife revolved around crows. So her leaving a critic crow book? Seems plausible.

Plus, sleep is often described as the line between life and death.

Phill took some pictures then called Fit to come see, with Pac joining along, only for when Phil brought them to the area of the message to find it gone like it was never there and all his proof gone. This sent Phil into a minor panic that he tried to brush off, even though booth Fit and Pac believed Phil had seen something.

To get his mind off that, Phil joined Pac and Fit's dungeon crawl, during which he lost his shield, before the group separated after completing the odd triple dungeon with Phil exploring a bit to find materially to replace his shield, followed by minime item collection, a brief dungeon raid, raiding egg backpacks to get the means to get a minime item (a type of mushroom), before he goes hole, does a brief check of stops the eggs loved, ended up back at the dream spot, before going home and getting off.

Also, on the 29th, two messages's appeared on the QSMP Twitter involving the 4th, one involves the train station, one seems to involve Cheyanne.

No clue what it means, other then something happening November 4th.

Good night all.

This! I can test to this!

Cute!

Wakey wakey

The Fight To Keep Going-Prolog And Chapter 1

           The multiverse is an expansive place filled with worlds upon worlds upon worlds. Constantly gaining new worlds thanks to its ever-inspired creator. But on the other side of this ever expansion in worlds is the half working to keep the multiverse in balance through the annihilation of worlds that have no true purpose or are just plain weird. A thank less job that no one sees just how important it is to keep the multiverse alive. One that the multiverse knew was important the day it brought the creator into being so it took one of the creators earliest long forgotten (not counting the first worlds the multiverse created themselves) worlds and took the sans from the world and threw them into the Anti-void before destroying the world. Time passed differently in the Anti-void as the multiverse It’s self, with what remained of their power from creating the first few worlds and their creator, set about changing the unconscious sans into what they needed to keep the balance.

           In the end, they didn’t know the full extent of what they had done to their destroyer and they didn’t have enough power to release the destroyer from the Anti-void. So, he was forced to remain their going insane for what could have been years trying to escape, but getting no were. As this went on the creator continued to create new worlds upon worlds. Expanding and expanding till the multiverse started to reach its limits. It was then that the Destroyer finally found his way free. Mind once again clear of the insanity that had passed through his body with panic instead traversing his system as he felt how stretched the multiverse was from the creator. Fear of the imitate collapse of the only place he knew as his home by this point lead him to act fast. Quickly the destroyer went about the multiverse destroying worlds that had no purpose to their existence and removed them to make space for more.

           This though lead to him getting on the bad side of the creator with him not having time to explain his reasons for doing this. Not that it truly mattered to the creator, all he knew was that the destroyer was terminating his creations and he didn’t like that. So, he told his creations and they didn’t like it either, or in most cases they didn’t like it either. Some have no clue that he even exists because the creator refused to pull them into the fray, but one decided to listen to the destroyer’s words and came to understand exactly how important what they were was and joined him as an ally and friend.

           No one knew through about the time bomb that had been left in the destroyer and its implications if the bomb goes off.

Chapter 1: When a Friend Begins to Worry

           The multiverse is a strange place were worlds upon world exist in a constant back and forth balance. The destroyer destroying and the creator creating. Though this balance was a constant battle back and forth between “good” and “evil” there were “calms in the storm” when neither was actively pushing to keep the balance. When both were just licking their wounds and trying to recover from days upon days strait of just doing their job. One such member of the balance was lying on the couch in a barely lit room of a castle that existed in what was now a night filled world with one of his arms over his sockets.

           Through a side door a skeleton clad in a purple tunic and ink black leggings with a golden crown with a crescent moon embedder into it as black tendrils of what seemed like shadows flowed from his back entered the room and looked over to the skeleton lying on the couch. Said skeleton had black, yellow, and red bones laden with cracks and brakes that were slowly healing wearing a plain red T-shirt and a pair of black basketball shorts with blue stripes. Close by a pair of black slippers were lying on the floor while a jacket that possessed a gradient that changed from blue to black was lying on one of the couches arm rests.

           “Hey Error,” the purple clad skeleton said to the black boned skeleton on the couch as he moved to sit on the other couch in the room “You feeling any better?”

           The black skeleton, Error, replied simply with “Go away Nightmare.”

           With a snort the skeleton clad in a purple tunic, Nightmare, adjusted himself to be lounging on the couch before saying “I guess that’s a no.”

           Error removed his arm from over his sockets as he glared over at Nightmare before saying “Shut up.”

           Nightmare gave a snort at the comment before saying “bad couple of days?”

           Error huffed in annoyance, but deciding that Nightmare wasn’t going to be quiet any more till he told him exactly what has been happening. He had been silent earlier when Error had come in completely wrecked with quite a few new bruises and scrapes to add to his list of recurring pain. That and he was limping due to his broken fibula. He even stayed quiet as Error had collapsed on one of his couches before grabbing one the first aid kits he now kept throughout his home, since this had become a fairly common occurrence since they became friends, and set about treating the major injuries with the addition of some magic to speed up the healing prosses. After that he left Error to get some rest as he went to take a shower and change so that he wasn’t covered in the gunk he was normally covered in to be more comfortable as well as to make Error more comfortable since the gunk reminded him of the paint the creator, Ink, often used in their battles.

           “I had to destroy thirty-eight AU’s just to barely keep up with Ink, and I’m still behind him by two bloody AU’s, and during the entire week long killing spree I got zero hours sleep and had five close encounters with Inky.” Error said getting a snort from Nightmare at the creator’s newest nickname “That and in addition to Ink getting me good in the last battle of the week and braking my fibula in half…” after a glare from Nightmare, Error added “again… the throbbing pain is back."

           A frown passed over Nightmare’s feature as he asked “Is it as bad as last time?”

           At this point Nightmare was fairly use to hearing Error complain about some form of pain, usually because it slowed down his “path of destruction” as Error had remarked Ink calling his work to keep the multiverse from blowing up, but as of late a different type of pain that actually wasn’t linked to any injury the two could find had started popping up. Error had said he had been felling the throbbing for a while, but he was so use to the pain that covered his body due to the battles that usually took place between him and Ink that always left the two of them injured that he hadn’t really noticed the new pain in the beginning. Even when it had initially started getting worse Error had been able to ignore the throbbing pain for a while, at least till recently. As of their last few meetings it had been getting bad. So intense that last time they had met up Error had come to Nightmare’s castle an hour before their normal meeting time and had curled up in a corner for said hour crying from how bad it was till Nightmare found him there.

           Nightmare hoped it wasn’t going to get that bad again, seeing Error like that considering that he normally only showed a bit of annoyance at any form of pain was disturbing. It didn’t help that nothing that Nightmare had done to relieve the pain seemed to help all that much.

           Nightmare was quickly pulled out or his thoughts as Error replied to the question with “If it was do you think I would have come and lied down on the couch or be talking to you right now?”

           Nightmare snorted gaining a bit of a smile at the comment as he let himself relax for the moment before replying “no, I guess not.” after a second though the frown came back over his features as he asked “but the pain is still coming back?”

           Error just let his arm cover his eyes again as he answered with a simple “yeah.”

           The two sat in silence for a few minutes seemingly just enjoying each other’s company before Error broke the silence asking “so, how are things going for you?”

           Nightmare gave a bit of a laugh at the weak attempt at restarting the conversation on a completely different subject, but relented to the subject change and replied with “oh, you know same old stuff. Distracting Ink, fighting Dream, trying not to worry about the prospect of my best friend being killed by the creator of almost every world in the multiverse.”

           “Hey!” Error said in false shock “I am not that bad! I haven’t been close to dying once!”

           “What about the time Ink bashed in your skull?” Nightmare shot back with a smirk on his face.

           Error replied back with a good bit of theatrics “It didn’t even hurt and we eventually got all the pieces back in place! It healed up perfectly fine!” in the end though Error couldn’t keep up the theatrics and ended up laughing through the last few words before Nightmare joined him.

           The two of them had long ago decided that Error’s battles with Ink by no chance would be the end of the destroyer of worlds. Ink just didn’t have the desire to kill anyone including the person that caused him so much grief. Sure Ink gave Error a few nasty injuries, most of witch Error repaid the creator with to a similar degree, but it was never any think Error couldn’t heal from. By this point it had become a bit of a running joke between the two of them to reference the nonexistent chance of Error dying to Ink.

           After a few minutes of laughter the two calmed down before Nightmare gets up asking “you want me to take care of two AUs while you rest here so your caught up?”

           A sigh escaped Error as he looked at Nightmare before he replied “Sure, might as well since I am assuming you are not going to let me get up till at least tomorrow.”

           Smiling Nightmare said “not a chance, you would somehow rebreak your leg the moment you got up. Now hand them over.”

           A snort escaped Error at the comment before he reached back into his jacket pocket and pulled out two orbs of what looked to be pure destructive magic wrapped in blue strings to keep it contained. Error had long ago figured out that there was a way to contain the last bit of destructive energy necessary to destroy an AU and had started keeping a few around for the times when he was to exhausted to draw forth the necessary energy to eliminate the last part of an AU.

           As Error lifted his hand up offering the items he asked “you remember how to use these right?”

Nightmare snorted as he took the offered destructive energy replying “drop it in the judgement hall after I’ve gotten the human’s soul and killed off all monsters in the AU and get out of there as fast as I can.”

Error gave him a bit of a glare as he said “And?”

Nightmare just rolled his eyes replying “And don’t drop them before that point or the AU has a chance of being reset.”

Error gave a nod of approval as he let his hand drop down to lay on his sternum before saying “good.”

Nightmare gave a bit of a laugh at how cautious Error was with his annihilation of worlds before asking “any specific worlds you want me to go after?”

           Error spent a minute thinking about what worlds need destruction before saying with a shrug “maybe go after a Yarntale and Gingertale.”

           A laugh escaped Nightmare at the answer as he knew exactly why Error wanted him to go after those worlds in particular and voiced his suspicion by asking “do you want me to get you some yarn and get us some chocolate cookies while I’m destroying the worlds?”

           Nightmare could only laugh as he saw stars enter Error’s eyes at the prospect of gaining some of those items and then nod very quickly. Once Nightmare regained control of himself he replies a bit out of breath “all right, I’ll get some while I’m there. Not like they are going to miss them.”

           After he turned away and Error let his head turn to look at the ceiling Nightmare stopped in his tracks as he let the gunk recover his body before saying in his now distorted voice “hey, Error.”

Error turned back to look at Nightmare cringing a little at the tar like substance that was now covering the other’s body before asking “yeah?”

Nightmare turned his head back a bit to look at Error before saying “promise me if it gets as bad as it did again you’ll call me and go see a doctor about this.”

Error twitched slightly at the prospect, Nightmare knew he hated making promises much less the prospect of going to a world to get examined were it was likely he would get attacked for what he had to do, but for Nightmare he would make an exception. “yeah, all right.”

With that Nightmare opened a portal and exited into the rest of the multiverse as Error returned his gaze to the ceiling as he thought about how he hoped that the pain never get that bad again so that he didn’t have to fulfill that promise. Not knowing that that promise was going to be enacted fairly soon.

Want to read more? Check out the rest of the story on wattpad.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/117250039-the-fight-to-keep-going