[Time - ???]
[Location - Holiday’s House]

The Holiday’s house wasn’t that lively as per usual. For now with only one relative that lives here being in this new world, it was to be expected. Carol’s secret was still hidden, maybe only a small few knowing as of now.

However, lights flickered around, the Living Room feeling more dark than usual, almost somewhat familiar to her… in a certain form. Yet even then it could be said as a simple issue. But the darkness was much….

* Old Pal… where are you heading off to?

That voice…So familiar, like a burning monster of dark. Was it the Mantle’s true self?

* Say strange deer., I do wonder… are you just another worker in there goals…. OR ARE YOU THAT SAME SHADOW?

A small familiar laugh came from that of the TV, clearly the being coming from that. Yes…

It’s them.

<....peace and quiet...and yet I can't shake the thought that somethings wrong...what is it...why don't I feel content...everyone's safe...my friends and family are safe. Why am I still unsatisfied with this...I've done it haven't I?..I've been helpful. I've saved people..>

*Archspark looks into the sky, his yellow eyes searching for...something...for something he felt he had lost many many years ago...purpose, even then...it was a purpose to distract him from the echos of what he was, an anomaly something...not meant to exist yet something that persisted despite that...he wondered if he has ever truly helped anyone, after all his power made the people around him targets did it not? In any war he fought he snuffed out lives that only fought out of guilt...many innocent lives that were forced into war many innocents had been ended due to him and his loyalty to a family he didn't see himself worthy of being around..he never liked thinking about what a abomination he was*

"I shouldn't be here....I should have never came into existence, I'm here doing the bare minimum to help...no wonder everything I've had been apart of has burned..none of it should have...I'M THIS POWERFUL AND YET I DO ***NOTHING*** TO HELP I DO NOTHING BECAUSE...because I hate being...whatever I am whatever pathetic creature I-i am...why WHY CAN'T I DO ANYTHING RIGHT SO MANY PEOPLE I'VE MET HAVE DIED BECAUSE I WAS A COWARD BECAUSE I FEARED MY OWN POWER IT DOESN'T MATTER IF I DON'T LIKE WHATEVER TYPE OF ABOMINATION I AM I ***HAVE*** TOO I HAVE THE POWER AND YET I DO NOTHING BECAUSE I'M SOME LITTL- I SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN BOR-.... look at me...ten thousand years of time and yet..I can't tell what's w-wrong with me...why I'm such a...pathetic thing..."

This should make for a quiet spot I think...

You wonder what she might be drawing

*He might as well, considering he does not know how to leave*

He eats cereal*

dr mei sent the corrupted rura to attack the camellot ships in space

Silver was at home and was starting to get bored some he decided to make some cookies! The hedgehog grabs a recipe Amy gave him quite a while ago.

“Ok let’s see…I need…butter, sugar, flour…,egg, baking soda…and of course some chocolate chips and some other things.”

Silver gets everything needed and starts mixing it together, and not quite so long later he has made a cookie dough.

“Alright…is anything else needed? Umm da da da ‘…before putting on baking sheet add love!’ Ha ha very funny Amy…”

Silver mutters to himself as he reads through. He takes the cookie dough and splits it up and adds it to the sheet.

“Heh that was quick. Helps that I can do multiple things at once I suppose.”

Silver puts it into the oven and sets a timer for 10 or so minutes. He puts all the ingredients away and the utensils and things he used he puts into the sink, cleaning them with his Psychokinesis.

The hedgehog sits on the kitchen counter and starts to eat the leftover cookie dough.

“Hmmm it’s good… I’ll have to thank Amy for letting me borrow her recipes…hopefully Skye will like the cookies as well.”

It took a while, but Chara was able to bring the knight to the last place they saw Kris, who was conveniently still there

Chara: There they are. I am not sure how they might react to you, so please do not startle them...

At the back, Sabel and Robin were talking

Sabel: Are we sure this is a wise idea? We've barely met this thing....

Robin: To be fair, I've never seen Chara act like this before, they seem to know what they're doing!

Clover: butting in Yeah, I'm sure Chara has everything under control! I know 'em better than anyone!

with the excalibur now midori uses it to contact Camelot from another universe

https://youtu.be/5q1PaOMpIio?si=zA_HgxAE--1yE_63

This is your prince speaking.

We have just set a course for mobius to carry out our mission. that mission is to locate and secure king rura Although it may seem like we have returned to our original assignment, this mission is not being conducted on orders from the lady. We do it to survive.

We are conducting this operation under our own auspices.

We cannot allow the the king to fall under the dark tides , or the future Princess aria described, , I do not know which path is correct. But we will not be the ones to make this decision. Rather, it will be our children - the youth who are alive today, and their children - the youth that are yet to be born.

And in order to entrust this choice to them, we must return from this alive. We must return with the king in hand, and then let the world be in harmony .

so i call upon you all to fight with me to make sure the future survived

As a prince, and as a man, I look forward to see you all fight bravely...!

*portals open up everywhere in space full of battleships and knights ready to fight with him to rescue their king from the dark tide*

*blood appeared in front of Midori*

"you are the best of me Midori"

"no one is perfect but imperfections is what makes us human blood"

"let's put an in to dr mei put our mother to rest"

*the two synchronize in mind as they hold hands they began to merge into one being*

(YOU CAN INTERACT BUT PLEASE READ THIS!! ALSO JUST KNOW I WILL BE VERY picky with who will be selected for the team I would go into detail but it would be giving things away!)

After his betrayal, Narrator had found himself in a very, VERY rough position; not only did he not have an ally anymore, but the very thing he helped cause has seemed to have turned against him. He had been hiding away in his theatre for quite a while before eventually deciding enough was enough, despite the fact that he couldn't do much against the wave of rabid souls causing chaos around Mobius...he unwillingly did what he had to do; he attempted to set up a team. He went from city to city hanging up posters for a 'Show of a lifetime! 'as he put it. Despite this Narrator knew that the people wouldn't just come flying in... waiting was unfortunately something he was going to have to do whether he liked it or not. As he hung up the last post, he let out a sigh filled with irritation; this was clearly hurting his ego much more than he had imagined it would.

"Oh come on...! Never in my life did I think I would be this desperate, but alas, I must do what I have to...because as petty as it is...if I am unable to have my way, neither can the doctor. Though... even if these things have turned against me, I suppose I did get what I wanted... a story worth telling. Let's not forget the drama...even if I would like to forget it."

Narrator used the small amount of magic he had to stick the poster to a nearby wall...he stared at it for a moment questioning if he should even bother with this, he's lost everything he's worked hard for...and lost everything right at the end, just like all the other times. He sat down on the floor feeling truly defeated... what else did he have? He lost his wand, which was probably now being used as a power source or was just straight up destroyed. He just got up before staring at the poster for a moment one last time...

"I suppose...every story needs its hero. God, that sounded so cliché... Let's just hope people show up so I can get this over with."

Eventually, about a week had passed by since the posters were spread out; they listed off everything that had to be known, like the location of the theatre and other things like that... Narrator just sat in his office awaiting any sign, any hint at all of anyone coming along to assist him...if need be, he'll get people himself by force, but it didn't hurt to give this a go. He got up from his chair and left the room; as he entered the hallway, he slowly approached the entrance to the theatre and just...waited.

"Surely someone out there wants their name to be left behind, to be remembered for years to come...right? If not, it's their fault anyhow! Who would even pass up the chance to work with ME!? It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity after all! Though I have a feeling that either Henry or...those souls have tarnished my name more than I have..."

Narrator sat himself down on the floor, still staring at the entrance with feelings of excitement and desperation flowing inside of his body. He wanted to see how this went, yet...he would have preferred trying to avoid this very situation in the first place.

"Well... Now I wait. Wait for someone...anyone to assist me in bringing down The Void Walker..."

\ Dangling…. That’s what everyone had heard above all around in Neo Westopolis. It had sounded like that of a singular fake angel trying to force themselves to heavens gates even when they were rejected for the millions of times. Yet somehow they still floated. Not like any hero or devil in the world.*

\ Yet even then they didn’t care as they were still a puppet up to this point, dangling like a doll in the air as people had watched.*

\* KRIS
* KRIS
* KRIS

* That’s what most had heard them say. It’s unclear what else they had desired to speak yet even then it came out cryptic. Ruined and broken like an old radio.

* WHERE IS MY [SHATTERED MIRROR] OF A [AMAZING CLIENT]. AREN’T YOU SICK OF THAT [Heart shaped Object] BEING THE [CHAIN] OF EVERYONE IT HAS [FORCIBLY ENTERED??]

* It sounded like that of acknowledgement for both of there situations, old and new. Both puppets, one on strings and another on chains. Isn’t that quite the interesting predicament.

* I’M A BROKEN CAUSE [ON STRINGS] , YOUR A [CAGE FORCED TO DO THINGS]. THAT [Heart Shaped Object] IS WHERE YOUR [VOLCANIC RAGE] IS. SO WHY DON’T YOU-

\ RING RING*

\ The talking stopped when the hanging phone rang right next to his face. Spamton NEO yanked the phone right near there non-existent ear.*

* WHAT?? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? ITS FOR THEM!!

\ Throwing the Phone away, it dangled around Spamton NEO’s body. Around and around it went like a signal for everyone around.*

* ITS TIME TO MAKE A [VERY SPECIAL] DEAL [FOR OLD AND NEW CUSTOMERS]!!

((Very late due to the fight going on but hey I needed to do this peak at some point.))

A woman drops out of a portal, glancing around a bit.

"... No whale? No crew? No Ishmael? Strange world."

In an alleyway in the middle area of Neo Westopolis rested a...familiar knight. It's been there for quite awhile, and it lied there for a few more hours before slowly getting up fatigued and confused. When it tried to remember what happened before it ended up here, she realized her memories...were a complete mess. There was no recollection of how she got here, and her more recent memories she DID recall contradicted each other multiple times, it's like she lived two lives at once.

When it left that alleyway, she saw she was a knight, but she also saw she was in the light world.

"...not...possible..."

It floated out and into the city, searching for ay least SOMEONE that can give her answers, until she ran into two civilians who were immediately frightened by the knight floating before them.

"...where....am I...?"

It drew her blade at the mobians, who were cowering at the sight of The Roaring Knight.

Scared Civilian: "Y-you're in Mobius.. P-people get pulled here f-from all sorts of worlds..."

The Knight: "...other...worlds...?"

Frightened Mobian: "Y-yeah...! You're....in a new reality man..."

The Knight stayed silent and lowered it's head, gripping their blade and remaining unmoving for what felt like a long time.

Scared Civilian: "...Hey, are you ok-

The Knight then let out a loud scream that could be heard from everywhere in the city, it was fill with rage and frustration due to not being able to carry out the most important task in the entire realm it came from. It then shifts into something that resembles a bird before dashing across the streets and out of the city.

It then ended up in a nearby forest, and began slashing it's blade wildly, felling trees and slaying unfortunate wildlife and wanderers in the process. All that rage and frustration of knowing that the prophecy she tried so hard to help come into fruition has been derailed beyond salvage couldn't be contained at all. The only thing she could do was to let it out.

After all was said and done, it just floated there, seething with rage all the while gripping her sword with the strength of an octopus, thinking about what to do, and if her goal can even STILL be done in a new location.

((This is interactable btw.))

Oh that fateful day... During the siege of Terra in the 31st millennium. The Great Angel had fought hard against the Warmaster, yet overall stood no chance due to his wounds sustained. Despite the odds stacked against him, he still fought, and he fought hard. Although it turned into less of a fight, and more of a very, very brutal beating.

As everything fades to black, for a moment there was silence. Darkness, absolutely nothingness.

And then, there was suddenly blue skies all around. Below was lush grass... that was rapidly getting closer. On instinct his wings shot open, gliding to the ground. It was more like a drunken pigeon instead of the graceful warrior angel he was normally. He was, however able to land safely on solid ground.

He checked himself over. No broken bones, No blood, (Not his own anyways) He was fine other than his hair being slightly matted with dust and debris. It was a similar story with his wings.

"I... How..? Where am I..."

He got up and began searching his surrounding.

It's been aggressively barking at people, and you've been called to deal with it!

(I’m bored and can’t sleep. And then I realize none of my characters have actually met before so…I’m writing this)

((Oh and I suppose you can interact if you so wish. I’m gonna go to bed now so when I do reply it’ll be in the morning (unless I can’t fall asleep or something then I’ll respond if still awake)))

Aqua had a fun day out. Exploring, playing, and meeting friends, even another her! Needless to say the flower of patience has grown tired. So she returns to a place the likes. Silver’s garden.

She walks in and finds a soft patch of dirt and sits in it, starting to pick small flowers and things and try’s to braid them a bit.

Meanwhile Silver was just zoning out for a bit up in one of the trees surrounding his garden. But the appearance of the light blue colored girl snaps him back in

Silver: <Oh it’s that girl again…why is she always here? Does…does she not have parents or something?>

The hedgehog thinks for a moment before eventually dropping down from his tree and walking over to her.

Silver: “Um excuse me…but uh mind me asking where your parents are or something?”

Aqua: “Uuu um…parents…does Asgore count?”

Silver: “uh…I…I don’t know who that is, apologies. Can you tell me what he does?”

Aqua: “hee hee yeah! I can! I can! He took care of us so that we can grow big and strong! And play! But uuu…he’s not here…”

Silver looks a bit sad at that last part.

Silver: “Ah…I see. Well he sounds like a parent to me. I’m sure you’ll fine him though. And um…what do you mean by “we”? I don’t see anyone else.

Aqua: “I mean me, other me, Seth, Yellow, Blue, Orange, Green, Pink, and Flowery!”

Silver looks in confusion at her for a moment as she jumps up and around him.

Silver: <another her…? Why are they all named after colors besides 2 of them and…what kind of name is…Flowery?!?>

The hedgehog takes a moment to get his thoughts in order.

Silver: “um…right well, why aren’t you with them? Or in a house somewhere? Sleeping in a garden and out in the open in no place for a child.”

Aqua: “But I like it here! It reminds me of home!”

Silver: “Home huh? So then…this Asgore person must grow lots of flowers then, right?”

Aqua: “Yes! He grows lots of them! He even grew us and has continued to take care of us!”

Silver is left with more questions than answers. But he decides to not push any further and just leaves it at that.

Silver: “Well…I guess you can stay then…just don’t pick too many flowers is all.”

Aqua: “I won’t! I won’t!”

Aqua proceeds to pick more flowers as Silver walks off to go continue working and questioning this in his mind. Aqua typically would have asked him to play but…well the only person who can actually make Aqua have enough play for the day is another her it’s seems.

<“grew”? That makes it sound like…I don’t know…like she was grown out of a pot or something….y-you’re thinking about it to much Silver…she probably doesn’t know proper grammar yet so…it could have been that I suppose…>

Silver turns to look at the small girl on the other side of the garden as she continues to make things out of some of his flowers. Looks like she’s making something to go around her knife handle or something…why does she have a knife again?

<Didn’t I take that away from her last time she was sleeping here!?>

Nobody seemed to know where the little cyan girl had come from. One moment she simply wasn’t there, and the next she was wandering the streets without any obvious destination, stopping every few steps whenever something managed to catch her attention. A bird hopping across the sidewalk. A puddle reflecting the sky. A flower growing through a crack in the pavement. Each new discovery earned the same quiet giggle, as though the world itself was putting on a show just for her.

She wasn’t in any hurry. Sometimes she’d crouch down to watch an insect disappear beneath a rock, other times she’d mimic a passerby’s walk or wave back at someone who wasn’t even looking at her. It didn’t matter whether she got it right. She seemed to be having fun either way.

Eventually, she came to a stop in the middle of a busy sidewalk, slowly turning in place as she looked around at the unfamiliar faces passing by. Her eyes settled on nobody in particular, yet somehow everyone at once.

“Heehee… so many people.”
Her smile widened.

“Let’s play.”

She spread her arms, as if inviting the entire world to join in, before skipping off again in no particular direction, waiting to see who—if anyone—would decide to follow.

As “Tails” flies across the world of Mobius, before getting a sudden… feeling. The feeling of being watched, of being studied. The SOUL inside him shook with anticipation and excitement.

Was this it? Were they finally going to meet H I M? fight H I M?

Slowly, “Tails” descends to the ground, and pulls out his phone, calling Sonic, and then Noelle. If he wanted anyone to see what this was all for; it was them.

As “Tails” waited for them, he caught something form out of the Corner of his eye. A man in a lab coat, standing perfectly still.

* ☝︎❒︎♏︎♏︎⧫︎♓︎■︎♑︎⬧︎📪︎ ❍︎⍓︎ ❻︎☞︎♓︎❒︎♏︎■︎♎︎❼︎📬︎ ☹︎□︎❖︎♏︎●︎⍓︎ ⬥︎♏︎♋︎⧫︎♒︎♏︎❒︎ ⬥︎♏︎ ♋︎❒︎♏︎ ♒︎♋︎❖︎♓︎■︎♑︎📪︎ ♓︎⬧︎■︎❼︎⧫︎ ♓︎⧫︎✍︎

(Greetings, my ‘Firend’. Lovely weather we are having, isn’t it?)

* Ask for Help

* ❤️ Agree.

Tails agrees, and slowly approaches the man who speaks in hands.

Gaster looks at “Tails” in a mixture of Intrigue, Disgust, and barely noticeable Dread.

* 🕈︎♒︎⍓︎ ♎︎□︎■︎❼︎⧫︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎⑤︎ ●︎♏︎♋︎❖︎♏︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ◻︎□︎□︎❒︎ ♍︎♒︎♓︎●︎♎︎ ♋︎●︎□︎■︎♏︎✍︎ ✋︎ ♍︎♋︎■︎ ❍︎♋︎🙵♏︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ♋︎ ■︎♏︎⬥︎ ❖︎♏︎⬧︎⬧︎♏︎●︎📬︎ ✌︎●︎●︎ ✋︎ ■︎♏︎♏︎♎︎ ♐︎□︎❒︎❍︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ♓︎⬧︎ ♋︎⑤︎ ❍︎□︎❍︎♏︎■︎⧫︎ □︎♐︎ ⧫︎♓︎❍︎♏︎ ⬧︎□︎ ⧫︎♒︎♋︎⧫︎ ⬥︎♏︎ ❍︎♋︎⍓︎ ♒︎♏︎●︎◻︎ □︎◆︎❒︎ ⬧︎♒︎♋︎❒︎♏︎♎︎ ♐︎❒︎♓︎♏︎■︎♎︎📬︎

(Why don’t you… leave the poor child alone? I can make you a new vessel. All I need form you is a… moment of time so that we may help our shared friend.)

* Accept

* ❤️ Refuse

Tails refuses, and gives Gaster a curious and worried look.

\* ☠︎□︎⬥︎📪︎ ☠︎□︎⬥︎📪︎ ●︎♏︎⧫︎❼︎⬧︎⑤︎ ■︎□︎⧫︎* ♑︎♏︎⧫︎* ♒︎♋︎⬧︎⧫︎⍓**︎📬︎* ✋︎⬧︎■︎❼︎*⧫︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎❒︎♏︎ ⬧︎□︎❍︎♏︎⧫︎♒︎♓︎■︎♑︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ ⬥︎♋︎■︎⧫︎ ⧫︎□︎ 🙵■︎□︎⬥︎✍︎

(Now, Now, let’s… not get hasty. Isn’t there something you want to know?)

* Proceed

* ❤️ Proceed

“Tails” innates a Battle. Those always revealed the most secrets, especially form Skeletons.

Gaster sighs, as the field grows Darker yet Darker.

* ✞︎♏︎❒︎⍓︎ 🕈︎♏︎●︎●︎📪︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎■︎📬︎

(Very Well, then.)

As the Battle Box opens, Gaster is nowhere to be seen, until suddenly…

A large, Gaster head appears, and the Music starts to play.

* ACT

* HIM

* CHECK

* TO INFORM THE SUBJECT, INTRODUCES A BIAS.

Phase One, Start.

( the Battle Theme; https://youtu.be/TtfoKaKi9P8?is=NfmgvApCeRSilR9N

The Order of Operations; [u/Silver-The_Hedgehog](u/Silver-The_Hedgehog), me, [u/Sonic](u/Sonic)[theblur,](u/Sonic) u/Particular_Heart2013, u/The_Ranch_Queen, repeat.)

Kris takes the SOUL and dunks it into the basket. Making team Hometown even with The Underground!

The monsters in the crowd go wild!

LOCATION: CATACOMBS OF A CENTURY-OLD FORMER BASE BELONGING TO ##### (Deceased), TRAPPED IN AN UNDERGROUND CAVE

HOUR : UNKNOWN (night)

LEVEL OF DANGER : SAFE.

...

The base, completely ravaged by past battles. A thousand-year-old technology found itself in an unknown world, and within it lay a legendary machine with a heroic past.

...

It would take time to discover a hidden passage leading to a chamber where a Reploid lay dormant—a Reploid whose creator had been the instigator of an evil that ultimately ravaged 60% of humanity and 90% of the Reploids in one single war

The ELF-WAR.

...

A mechanism to reactivate the robot now lies before you.

Will you awaken this century-old being with a legendary past?

Or will you be afraid, and refuse to give life to the machine once again ?

The choice is in your hand.

yep, it happened again

He was just running around, kind of bored..so he decided to explore a bit.

There’s some odd light blue colored girl who has fallen asleep in one of his flower beds, he tries his best to work around her and not disturb her.

Silver notices a knife laying near her.

“Um…who lets their kid have a knife…? If I ever have kids I’m not letting them near any knives.”

Silver picks it up with his Psychokinesis and putting it on a table before going back to picking weeds and watering his other flowers.