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You were in the anit-void for a long time. Hiding Avoiding Escaping from the rest of the multiverse. With nothing but those stupid voices to keep you company. With nothing but those stupid walls to look at. Stuck in this stupid skeleton’s body. But you were fine. Oh, so completely fine.

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Yeah, nah. Time for an outing. You stood up from your spot on the beanbag, ignoring the surge in the voice’s activity.

i’m so boooooored. do something plz
So are they. Patience.
i have been plenty patient. it’s just so boooooring
WAIT MOVEMENT?!?! GUYS WE’RE GOING SOMEWHERE!!
Like a dog going for a walk.
we’re just so booored. can’t blame us for getting excited
key examples of lifeforms of lower intelligence

“Stupid. Fucking. Voices.” you hissed, walking over to pick up your jacket and bag.

awwwww. luv u 2
What? Not chat? You wound me!
How’s that insanity working out for you then?

“Fuck you.” you mumbled, closing your eyes and focusing on opening a portal. It didn’t matter where. Anywhere but here.

The crackle of your magic filled the air and a portal appeared in front of you. Flipping off the disembodied voices that filled your head -no not anymore, never again- skull, you stepped into the portal, enjoying the weightlessness feeling that blooms through your body.

You stepped onto the ground on the other side of the portal, the annoying buzz in the back of your mind instantly dissipating. How nice it felt to be free of those voices, that stuffy place, those stupid expectations. 

The AU you were in seemed quite pleasant, with humans and monsters alike milling around the park you had landed in. The presence of monsters relieved you, but you still pulled your hoodie over your head in case anyone here knew Error. Stars forbid this was the fucking original UnderSwap or something.

Your stroll around the town led you past a row of storefronts. Nothing too interesting, a florist, a grocery store, a bitty store - that could be interesting- and a, oh shit is that a Muffet’s??? Any and all other thoughts you may have had were now completely abandoned as you tunnel visioned onto Muffet’s. You speedily walked towards the shop and entered. 

The shop was fairly empty, with a few monsters and humans at some of the tables, having quiet conversations amongst them. You walked, no, sauntered, up to the counter, pulling some G out of one of the plethora of pockets in your jacket and placing it onto the counter.

“How can I help you Dearie? Ahuhuhu~” asked the slender spider monster.

“Give me all of the spider donuts you have.” you requested with a solemn expression on your face, pulling out a pouch full of G. Muffet had a confused look on her face, but your only response was slowly nodding at her, not showing any other emotions.

She turned around to face the wall of pastries, eight arms working in tandem to bag the donuts. You felt your mouth water ever so slightly at the pure thought of chowing down all those donuts. 

“Thank you for your patronage Dearie.” She smiled, passing you the bag. You shrunk back into your hoodie a little, sheepishly smiling at her. You mumbled a thanks before rushing out of the store.

You strolled back to the park you had come from, finding a secluded bench to eat at.

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The antivoid. This beautiful world, full of amazement when you first came here. In this body. Now it is like your own prison. Loud static ringing in your head, the screaming voices filling your every thought.

BLOOD BLOOD
DEATH
DESTROY
DO YOU STILL THINK YOU ARE IN CONTROL?
THEY WRONGED YOU
GET YOUR REVENGE
RUIN THEIR LIVES
DESTROY THEIR WORLDS
MURDER
BRING DEATH TO THEM

The antivoid. Your own prison for all of eternity. Filled with that infernal static and those stupid voices. Alone. Forever.

You stood up. Clutching your head. Don’t let them get to you. Don’t let them get to you. Put on a smile. Fake it till you make it. You walked forward, the static noise getting louder. And louder. And louder.

A voice. A voice? No voices here. No people. Only the voices in your head. Pounding. Demanding death. A voice called out to you. No, there are no voices here. You are alone forever, remember? Don’t succumb to the voices. Don’t let them win. No, there is a voice. Calling out. No voices here. They’re not real.

“Error!” called a voice. A fake voice. Demanding blood surely. No. Dream? More like a nightmare. A hellish one. But there was a voice? Right?

You opened your eyes. When did you even close them? Why didn’t you notice it was dark? It’s always dark. Are your hands covering your ears? No. But they were. But you didn’t put them there. Right, the voice.

You lowered your hands. The static hit you like a brick. Why was it so loud? Has it always been this loud? The colours in front of you were blurred. Why couldn’t you see clearly? You always could see clearly. There. In the corner of your vision. You saw a golden blob.

“D r e a m .” you all but growled. Your hands were completely at your side. Your vision sharpened. The voices pounded, reaching a crescendo.

DEATH TO THE TRAITOR
BRING HIM TO HIS KNEES
END HIM
DESTROY HIM
DISGUSTING FILTH
DESTRUCTION
TERROR
DEATH
B R I N G   T H E   E N D

For once in their stupid existence, you couldn’t agree more. You let their screams flood you. Push you. Encourage you. Lead you. After all, death to the enemy.

“Error! Please listen!” cried Dream. Pathetic really. Is this not what he wanted? Complete and utter destruction? Madness?  I n s a n i t y? You chuckled.

“Error, snap out of it!” commanded Nightmare. Oh, he was here too? How fun! Two birds, one stone. Two nuisances, one bloodbath! You giggled. Now you could clearly see all of your uninvited guests.

Dream - what, we gonna hug it out? Nightmare - big bad Nighty gonna try and fix everything huh? Ink - that absolute stain, you could never get rid of him. Hit - oh, he was one of the classics with a backbone, pity. Sans - the fucking original. Better cut out the infection at its source. Fresh - how’d they convince him? They always acted so above him. Horror - what a shame, you always liked him. And  B l u e. The fucker who started it all. You’ll enjoy this one.

The group tensed. You could hear their rapid breathing. Scared, were they? Hah! Pathetic.

“Error! Please we don’t want to fight!” yelled Blue. Stupid fucking Blue. Should’ve thought about that beforehand. You smiled. You smiled a disgustingly sweet smile. And pulled. You pulled strings out of your eyes. The burning sensation grounded you somewhat. Helped you think clearer. Helped to deafen the voices.

“Time for a blood bath.”

You strung up almost the whole group instantly. Fresh, Hit, Horror and Blue all dodged. You pulled the strings holding your ‘guests’ tighter. And leaped after Blue. You summoned one of the gaster blasters. You had named it, hadn’t you? Slider or Cream or something? It looked at you. A confused - Why would it be confused? - expression on its face.

“Shoot him” you commanded, pointing at Blue. The blaster spun around opening its jaw and shot. That little rat dodged out of the way, rushing around the empty space of the antivoid, expertly weaving between your attacks. Stand still stars damn it! He's such an annoying little weasel!

"Glitch! Help Ciph out!" you yelled, summoning your second Gaster Blaster to the fight. You turned your attention back to the other skele-lads. Fresh and Hit were helping the others free themselves.

"Oh no! That won't do!" you chuckled, pulling tighter on the strings binding them. You flinched slightly at the pain the strings caused. Why did that hurt so much? You were fine before?