DUSTTALE: REINCARNATION
By Enver
Disclaimer: This story contains sensitive topics and homicide. This is meant for a video game Alternative Universe, please DN take this seriously.
This is also meant to change up dusttale since the original hasn't been really giving an actual story with actual sense and lore
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Dusttale: reincarnation
RECOVERY: PROTOCOL ENTRY: 00-1
I see your intellect, the curiosity in your eyes socket sans. Your curiosity has pondered into your own mind.
"Where are the crystals, have they faded"
"Where is the illuminated light"
"Why haven't I died yet? Is asking for my life so hard?"
"Why are they doing this to me"
You open your eye sockets, and suddenly you're drifting in the abyss. There isn't a sun or a moon , just pure quiet darkness. There the weight of silence hangs around your neck. As you look around your drift has emptied a graveyard.
Times and Times you've heard screams, felt this abrusing pain, it's almost as if... as if you've been through this before.
You turn to look around as if time has lost its hope and reality. Reality has been torn and completely ripped apart...maybe like in the past before...?
You've blinked once and suddenly you start to encounter your past allies. Thousands, millions of eyes rely and stalk you. The remnants souls start making sounds and noises. They sit there with no movement, no breathing, just quiet screams and despair. Those who died without a chance of fairness. They all stare at you sans.
They blame you for everything that happened to them. The murderer you've become. It's all your fault. You suddenly hallucinate, thinking you've truly fixed upon you...or if that's what you think
They sit there with the sounds and noises, the pain and blood. You slowly drift through all of it, knowing the echoes of your past. They wait for you, they've been waiting. They've waited for you to drop the act, your actions that shown your carelessness...
You see blood and tears streaming from each monster, each mistake that's happened.
And soon your brother might be there.
If life was this reality, then reality had its despair and terminal illness, especially your will to "live".
They pray for your soul. Your consequences that need to be paid for. Merely you wait for this anomaly to return and resume your suffering
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CHAPTER 1: PROTOCOL 00-2:
Reliving your darkest Tragidies
You've awakened to an irritating, noisy jolt. As you sit up the breeze fills your spine with emptiness. For a long moment you feel the need to stay still and remain on the ground. Not from exhaustion but instead from the millions of eyes and deaths that wrap around your neck, Including your own heart. They are heavy, waiting for your sins to be repelled.
The silence here reminds you of your suffering pain from the Anomaly...The birds have disintegrated...and the wind no longer whispers for hope. Just with a hum of death. You stare at the powder clinging into your hands, you stare deeply into it, realizing its grey powder something only regular monsters would produce after dying... you sit there wondering if the abyss was the dream you really had or if it was a heartless, cold existence that happened. You try to stand up but you still question yourself about this "nightmare"
You attempt to force yourself to stand, yet your joints refuse like rusted copper bolts and gears. As you turn toward the path to snowdin, your entire world darkens. You rub your eyes thinking it's fake...yet you've led yourself to believe you're hallucinating. You look closely down this path, seeing nothing but emptiness, darkness, dead hearts bounded at sea. You drag yourself toward this dark path starting to have visions of your past demise...The voices of those who died start whispering in your head annoying you..you try to force yourself to move on into this darkness however you're fueled by desperate hope, that you deserve.
Echoes of puns and laughter can be heard around you. It's almost like you can hear Papyrus's voice, being annoyed and distressed about a [REDACTED]. These hallucinations, these memories of bad puns cause you to give in, your legs collapse into the frost. You sit there trying to think what you did, what happened before all of this. You aren't even walking down a path. Just a series of your own tragedies, stabbing your mind with despair
POSTSHIFT: ANOMALY
Far from the bridge where the shadows used to stretch like fingers. The human stands, they're efficient. Their boots crunch through the frosty depths, with a heartless expression. Snowdin's warmth atlas has faded into nothing but the void
THE ANOMALY refuses to look back. They don't need to, they know exactly what they've done and what they left behind.
In a rare occurrence the human encounters this awkward door. It's completely faded out with no color but gray. The human feels uncomfortable with this mysterious door, however they were prepared to make their victims meet their doom.
Yet..that was never the case, the mysterious figure encountered the human once and for all. Knowing the human could have struck the mysterious figure bolted out of his cage. Looking for something or someone to stop this loop...
Beware of the man who speaks hands...
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CHAPTER 2: PROTOCOL 00-3: Unfathomable Past
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You've kneeled down in this gray dust like snow, slowly you realized that this part of the area is turning dark. Feeling something off you try to reconnect the unforgettable past you've experienced. You try to force yourself, your mind that something is missing. Almost like a fractured mirror, from the past. You've felt today, the things you lost as if...it happened in a life that never ceased to exist.
Was it possible that something happened...?
What did i try to do...did i even protect what happened...why cant i connect these puzzle pieces.
You attempt to hold your stance, but this surge of cold deficiency holds you down, shivers on your spine almost like frostbite has completely frozen it... your mental frame is shaking, cracking, it's almost like you tried to be yourself but your kind showed you these strange past occasions. Its frequency...like soundwaves or something calling from the... [V. O. I. D.] ...
It was like shivers had affected your entire body...The exact moment the [REDACTED] forced opened A gray mysterious Door...You experience it, your expression changes like something had effected your pain. You felt as if this figure had been waiting for moments, times, possibly even years...this character prestiged from the void. And you felt something that was connected to your mind had awakened. It was like a frequency wave of Mental frostbite. Tapping against your soul like a rhythmic warning from a timeline that ceased to exist.
Static shifts in the sky. The world turned into complete darkness. You felt as if the humid season had changed.
Escalating into a high pitch. Causing metallic screaming. It fills your mind with mutating thoughts, thoughts that would rip itself apart and fold under the weight of the forbidden truth. The presence didn't just block the light it erased the lights perspective of the lights illumination.
[???] Is traveling through this fabric of despair and silence. You are the lighthouse offering illumination to the void, yet the void covers the light with darkness. Your ideas, thoughts, "happy endings" aren't yours anymore... you aren't the same person as you used to be anymore
The sludge from the snow below evolves and covers you up in a darkened eclipse. A void full of darkness, darkness that surrounds you. A shadow without its body from an unknown era.
Flickering objects shift, unrecognizable colors, and a haunting, cracked smile fills your vision. The figure places his hands upon your skull and your sockets fade out, static starts dripping out, and slowly fills your mind. You're no longer just empty but you're filled with static, memories that were never restored, buzzing. a complete desperate traumatizing past flashes in your eyes, your mind.
You feel as if you're gonna puke. You start feeling sharp pain in your soul, you skeleton, this mysterious figure not only showed things that happened in the past but he drags you through the lost archives: the resets and your brother's dying beliefs. Your brother's final cries knock you out of everything. The darkness, the devastation, the past...
You're struggling to believe yourself and the things you saw. How, how would that be true, how did it happen. The Cold version of reality couldn't be answered.
CHAPTER 3: PROTOCOL 00-3:
What have I done...
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The mysterious figure has vanished..no footprints, no lingering shadows, no static dripping from your eyes. Just this ringing tone in your head. You open your sockets...you're in the middle of snowdin..?
You call out for your....yo..ur...
You can't recognize your own brother's name anymore...
You try calling out for anyone
But only the whispers get louder
Then the world starts to tilt
The gray snow starts to fade into a pit of darkness. The remnants appear, they didn't just appear for you but for the sins you've committed. They surround you with their hollow darkened sockets from a weeping abyss.
LOOK AT WHAT YOU ARE...
YOU CANT EVEN SAVE YOUR FRIENDS
HELP
JUST KILL ME
In your mind they aren't talking anymore...they are lunging in your mind, the mental soul you have. You see as their hands, claws, broken limbs linger, weapons in their bodies, head, eyes, they plead you for help...the whispers come and despite you, you try to ignore and keep walking but the whispers only get louder, the roar of a deafening judgement, tidal waves of sounds that make your mind go wild, your soul feel ripped, teared apart with ease. The weight of your dread comes back, your neck feels tightened. You feel the need to scream, but no sounds arise from you. You just want the remnants to stay back, you just wanna live
You question yourself in a shaky, desperate tone
"I just wanna live...is that too hard to ask for...?"
" cant you JUST LET ME BE.."
Then your body feels the need to move,As the remnants start to lunge at you, your mind breaks, blood floods the floors, blood drips out of your eyes, your head. Your mind is being flooded with thoughts. As each remnant gets closer your body suddenly reacts....bones arise from the ground and erupt from this permafrost, driven by a panicked situation, the frantic energy, you close your eyes thinking that it's still going. Yet...you hear a soft thud but your hallucinations are too thick to see clearly. You start running even though your body aches. You keep firing blasters tearing through phantoms, these phantoms start to close in. Everytime you attack the remnants, you feel a slight jolt of love strike your soul. Its sickening, addictive, yet it’s the only thing keep the frostbite away
Suddenly, screams stope, the world snaps back into focus, sharp and cruel...you look back as half of the towns destroyed by your blindness...The torture has stopped or thats what your thinking..your standing in...in a bloodstain, snowdin was was destroyed. Bloodstained snow, burning ashes stain your clothes...it's thick with dust.. bodies, among bodies, piles of left over limbs and parts of other monsters linger around you...there before you lie down "His" scarf..and a pair of broken spectacles.
You waited for a moment, you sat down and let your joints calm down. Moments before realizing....you just murdered your own friends, innocent monsters...
You didn't even fight a war, you killed the people you swore to protect...
The realization doesn't just hurt you, it hollows yourself out. You aren't sans anymore, you're just a murderer..against your own people..
YOU AREN'T WORTHY OF LIVING
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CHAPTER 4: PROTOCOL FINALE: 00-4
BLOOD HOUND
The atmosphere in Snowdin has curdled...the air no longer remains below temperatures, stagnant, thick with scents of iron, a heavy grey grit of pulverized magic, you stand at the center of a ghost town, a town that you destroyed..
But...they stopped hiding.
This static doesn't just leak from your sockets anymore, it erupts and pours down your skull, you feel sickened, wet pop as your eye sockets stretch but weirdly enough you don't feel anything...
It was forced wide by the sheered dreadful pressure of the love that floods your systems. Your visions become fractured and a mess of a red, maybe blue, possibly the crushing darkness of space and time itself
Then the ground begins to weep
A pond flourished with blood, visceral, dark, endless bubbles with the faces of your victims. It isn't just "liquid" its a graveyard in motion and within these red substances full of continuum depths, the remnants claw their way to the surface, some bring lost parts of their bodies, hands, feet, even souls, some of them weren't monsters anymore some were just mangled amalgamations, distorted shapes of static, bone, limbs reaching out for you with ripped and teared apart, desperate movements.
JUDGE US NOW SANS
WHERE'S OUR MERCY
YOU ARE THE ANOMALY NOW
DIRTY BROTHER KILLER
You shout out to them for the first time
"JESUS YOU BA****DS, WHAT DID YOU WANT ME TO DO ABOUT IT"
" I AM THE HERO I TRIED MY BEST, ITS ALL THEIR FAULT"
SILENCE
TRAITOR
DISSAPPEAR
PERISH
DIE
YOUR FAULT
Their accusations are like mental blows, you see the remains you once called, family, friends, pets. Faded spectacles, broken armor, flickering souls, dying candles, and within the gore the weight of your "will to live" hangs around your neck. Pulling you down into the depths of your hive mind
"I HAD TO, I DIDN'T DO IT TO BE HEARTLESS, IT WAS THEIR CHOICES"
"NOT MINE BLAME THEM"
you yell out...
Suddenly screams become silent, remnants began to fall under the quiet..The blood pond goes still, as a shadow falls over you, not a shadow that blocks the sun, moon, or any light...but just your shadows of the past
From carnage and reborn vines, dust, ashes, their crawls out the true scarlet flame...
As gloves arise, sharp bone like finger parts, jagged hands, hovering over the specter of floating bones and flickering lights. His blood scarf doesn't just flutter, it drifts, as he fully arises, blood drips off of him, you both stare at each other. This burning gaze through your soul reaches out to your soul. He reaches out to a floating translucent hand. Pointing toward the dark, dripping mouth of waterfall
"DO NOT STOPE, BROTHER" the phantom exclaims, his voice a haunting harmony of thousands of echoes, screams, death itself
"THERE IS STILL MORE, YOU HAVE MORE TIME, TIME FOR YOUR WORK TO BE COMPLETED"
"FOLLOW ME AND I WILL GUIDE YOU TO YOUR ANSWERS YOU DESPERATELY DESIRE"
you want to weep, but the static has been replaced with actual tears, you want tk believe, you have to believe but your mind is still connecting the dots, you've killed him before. So how would he live again? If he isn't real then this world isn't either, nothing is...
You reach down and you search your sweater for his physical scarf, you realize that he's already wearing it...a brutal reference guides the path you've chosen long ago. Your neck suddenly feels a bit more light. Your mind is brutally shattered, fractured into millions of pieces like a mirror... the only way is a phantom's distorted guidance.
As you and HIM turn to the waterfall, you feel the need to stop calling yourself a [HERO] . You aren't the same person you were before, you're a predator, looking on to kill your remnants, your victims, YOUR PREY...
As you step into the darkness, your vision darkens even more, the blood gets more thick, you start to get used to these hallucinations...leaving these blood stained ruins of this town..but behind you...isnt your truth nor infront of you.
This phantom amalgamate isn't just leading you...it's leading you to another destination. Another city or home, possibly the V.O.I.D
You talk to HIM
"LEAD THE WAY" you mumble, your grin starts to form a bit. This was just the start of your terrifying journey or rather you'd say massacres...
Your eyes hollow out with static, bruising violet slashes and thuds you hear, the heartbeat in the background slows...
Then...it.. S . T . O . P . S
Segment 1: complete
Outpost: 00 - 6: shall we continue =]
Segment 2
Coming soon
