Destructive Death, Or Is It Really?

A ~ The Flowers

A cloaked figure came through an opening. A literal tear of time and space.

The end of his dark sleeves were covered in dust. His left hand carrying a lamp and his right held a scythe.

Yes, this was death. But his name is Sans. At least in his world.

When he travels around multiverse, he is called Reaper.

Today was a gloomy day and there were less souls to reap than usual, so he decided to have a nap.

Reaper had nothing better to do anyway.

His brother, Papyrus, was almost always busy doing his job, checking souls and always on the look out.

Life, one of the only gods who tolerate him was tending her garden. And he is never allowed in there unless for emergencies.

Nightmare and the others were out getting supplies for their castle. That means raid. Attacking AU copies and taking their supplies that were mostly food.

Now he was in Storyshift. The God of Death always thought the AU was peaceful and quiet. Ranking next to Outertale's peacefulness. Only because there weren't many AU travelers that come here.

He was in the waterfalls. Watching the water relfect the blue lights and listening to the twinkle echoing all around the place.

He continued to float around and making his way to the furthest part of the Waterfalls.

He can see the spot he usual sat on. Just a patch of land where nothing grows and dead plants laid wilted.

That is where he sat.

He dusted of his cloak after he settled. Placing his lamp next to him and desummoning his scythe.

Reaper can see the small grass that tried to grow wilt when his fingers touched it. He watched with empty eye sockets.

The cloaked skeleton lays down, his hands craddling his head and he fell asleep.

Today was a busy day, at least for Error. His days are always busy. Either doing his job or fighting Ink.

The God of Destruction was destroying 37th copy of Dancetale. The world was already in chaos when he got there, he just needed to finish the job.

Apparently, Fresh infected the universe with his virus and left the monsters to suffer. Error noticed something wrong with the codes and already suspected what happened.

The Sans was gone and the Papyrus was dusted by the virus. Everybody else was "rotting".

Deciding it was enough, Error summoned a window portal of this universe's code. He stuck hand in and grabbed, just grabbed. He exhales and pulls.

The Destroyer watched the codes rip, soon the universe was shaking, crumbling, dying.

Error opened a portal leading to a very white place. He walked in before he was eaten by the void... and he was home.

Ink was taking a day off, he supposed. Or hoped. The short skeleton wasn't creating and Error doesn't know for how long and also, the creator didn't come to save his precious AUs.

Error ignored it and thought that maybe he was in one of those council meetings that Blue told him. He said they had it often and Error was usually the topic.

The god of destruction sat in his box. The box was one of the only things to be seen in the anti-void.

When looking around, all you can see is white. Error's belongings were stuffed together. He had there his old jacket, some balls of yarns, needles, puppets and a potted flower.

When you look up, you can see his strings hanging all around. Souls were tangled in them as well as more puppets.

Error looked at the potted flower. It's been here for a very long time now. You wouldn't think something like that could survive in the anti-void. Well it did.

And the dark boned skeleton remembers how he made it do that.

Error was on top of a tree in a copy of Farmtale. He liked this AU because it was on the surface, even if the monsters are still trapped, at least they could experience what their alternate versions can't.

The destroyer imagined what it would like to live here. He plucked a leaf from the tree and played with it in his fingers. Then let go of it to watch it slowly fall to the ground.

Now he was thinking about Ink. Ink and his wonderful creations.

'How can he do all this?' Error thought.

'How can he make life out of things?'

Error scolded himself for thinking. Of course he can, he was made to do it.

'But how? There's the Goddess of Life. A Toriel in Reapertale. She grants life but she can't do what Ink does.'

Error continued his deep thinking, picking on the bark of the tree until his finger tips ached.

'Of course, magic.' He thought sarcastically. It was their automatic response to unexplainable things.

"Magic..." Error mumbled. "Magic." He said louder as if realizing something.

Thoughts were running in his head. 'Monsters are made if magic, that's how they're alive. What if...'

A multi-colored hand plucked a leaf from the tree. He wasn't sure what he was doing but he did it. He somehow infused the leaf with his magic and he can feel his magic going to the leaf like he was feeding it.

Error blinked at the weird sensation. It was like using his strings to make a puppet yet the feeling was softer. He wasn't sure if he should like it or not.

Nothing happened to the leaf. No change in appearance. But he can feel his magic there. Error frowned as he was confused. He didn't know what he was expecting but this was not it.

And it was time to do his job again. He put the leaf in his pocket mindlessly and went to work.

He got "home" wounded as he ended up fighting Ink. The dark jacket he had needs fixing so he took a needle and sat in his box.

Later he found the same leaf he experimented on still in his pocket. Looking the same as before. He wasn't sure if it was supposed to do that. And by that I mean stay fresh for a long period of time.

He already destroyed three universes and that at least took more than an hour each. Error also battled Ink, he estimated that it took more than two hours.

The destroyer is now again confused. He didn't want to throw the leaf away just to see what will happen so he left it with his pile of stuff... and sort of forgot about it until after four days.

It was after another battle that he remembered the leaf. Error was patching up his scarf when he saw it lying next to a puppet.

It did not look rotten.

The next day it finally did. Now Error was experimenting more. His test subjects, which consist of plants, lived longer when he 'fed' it some of his magic.

Longer and longer. Until he thought the plant he experimented on was not going to die.

The destroyer took one of the flower from a copy of Storyshift. He had two flowers he gave magic to there. They were near dead when he saw them on a patch of dead land. He took one and left the other one in the AU.

Now he actually thinks that the flowers aren't going to die. He can feel the flower with him like he can feel his strings. He came to a conclusion that the flower was living off of his magic and if he dies, which will most likely be never, it dies too.

~1271 words~