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Another Earth: Multi fandom part 1: Sans

(Posted this on fanfiction site a while back and decided against using it I just remembered tumblr exists so now I’m posting it here)

"Huh!?" I jolted forward from my nap and look around, "...oh.. Right.", I scratch my skull.

It had been months since we had last heard from the humans. Not the humans of my world though. These were different. Or I guess I was different to them.

I stretch, popping my bones into place when suddenly

"Ack-"

"Sans? Are you ok?" Said a voice the other room

"Uh, yeah, but my shoulder blade is out again."

A man walks in the room drenched in purple. He wears dark blue overalls, white gloves, tan clogs, a long sleeved purple shirt, and a purple hat with an upside down L symbol, "Do you wah-nt some help?", Waluigi says.

"Uh.. sure.", I responded. He grabs my arm and pushes on my shoulder blade, popping it back into place, "ah, much better, thanks pal."

Where a lot of the people around here find him irritating due to some of his bad habits, I've gotten to know the guy pretty well over the last few months. Honestly I probably wouldn't have given him much thought, but something about him reminds me of my brother... who I haven't seen in ages. I dont know if its his tall but lanky stature, or if its the false ego he always fronts. Heck it could even be his voice. I donno, I just know he reminds me of him.

Its funny, because he said I kinda remind him of someone he knew in his world too. Some guy named Wario. He hasn't talked much about him because he gets sad whenever he tries, but I betcha he was an all around pleasant guy if he took the time to hang with Waluigi here.

I betcha you're wondering how we two know each other. And well, the simple thing is, its not a simple answer.

Its honestly kinda weird, something must have messed with space time, Even more than when Frisk reset so many times. Because it got to the point where the fabric of the universe started to rip and tear into itself. Then colliding with itself, creating points of connection or portals.

And these portals, well... they don't lead to our own universe apparently, I figured that out the hard way... I myself used to teleport using my own, I called them shortcuts. But one day.. when I walked through one by second nature... and it took me here.. lets just say it really wrecked things for me.

As soon as I walked through I could tell something was off. Everything is more... detailed. Its really hard to imagine unless you know what my world was like, its just... phenomenal..

Anyway, not even 15 minutes pass and I'm surrounded my a bunch of armed humans. Except they had so much detail... I mean, its like what a monster looks like when they absorb a human soul. That is normal for them...

They took me to this camp with a bunch of other people. Each one of them looked different.

They called them caricatures. By them, I mean anyone that went through the portals and wound up here. They say we are all from different universes, and considering we all look so... different... I have to agree.

As far as I have been told, the portals are one way, so there's no way to get back home. So I try my best to get used to this new life. I no longer need to work, I get a roommate and they come to check on the camp once a day...

Or at least thats how it was...

About three months ago the humans went dead silent, and all of the caricatures heard a voice from some sort of telepathy. It said, "you are now free to roam as you please."

Some of us took note and immediately left, others decided they thought it was fishy and decided to stay. Waluigi and I, well... we just didn't feel like leaving yet. I mean, we could at any time, but since the humans stopped showing up, its just been so peaceful. Kinda like how Snowdin used to be. I guess I miss the place.

Anyway, after he got my shoulder back into place, Waluigi must have felt useful, because he did a somber, yet smug pose.

I rotate my shoulder around a little bit to test and see if there's any pain, and sure enough there isn't.

"You know you would make a good chiropractor"

"Heck yeah I would!" Waluigi remarks, "though I guess its easier when you can see the bones."

He's a bit more humble that he was when I first met him. Being around people that cared about him helps with that. He doesn't feel the need to prove himself at every opportunity.

That's what he told me about a week ago anyway.

At times I would wonder what happened to the guy, when I first met him he was loaded with issues and constantly angry. I could tell through his expression that it had to do with the way people treated him. Its honestly quite sad. But hey, I was here for him when he needed someone to listen... for hours straight... Four hours straight... He had a lot of issues that needed to be worked out.

After that he started considering me his bestie, because I actually listened. (Even though I gave minimal responses, apparently thats more than what he's gotten before).

At this point we were starting to get low on food, which isn't really much of a problem for me, but for the Wah-man here... lets just say he needs it, and a lot of it. He gets a lot of exercise, and he has a high metabolism. Its part of why he's so lanky.

So we go out.

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[roseastasia]

Another Earth: Multi fandom Part 2: Finn

Uh.. yeah. I'm not in Oo anymore. Jake isn't here... my stuff got taken months ago. This isn't good man. I'm in a wreck.

Jake may not be here but in a weird turn of events, someone that sounds just like him is. He's a robot guy, but he's definitely not as cute as Bimo.

His name is bender, he smells weird and is very rude. I once asked him to stop being rude once and he said to kiss his shiny metal curse word... I'm not entirely sure what's going on with him , but he runs off of the stuff that I'm pretty sure is what he smells like.

The weird looking humans haven't brought anything to power him here, and I would feel bad for him but he's been acting worse lately. Says he may shut down soon.

The voice said we were free, but I don't feel very free.

People around me have been disappearing and I'm not entirely sure why. But every time I turn a corner I swear my shadow turns to look at me. Bender's gone, I miss hearing Jake.

Part 1

[roseastasia]

Gallade

25 years have come and gone. By now my trainer is old and grey, we used to spend a lot of time training together, but now he seems to be getting weak. I still remember the day when he found me all those years ago. I was still just a Ralts, an innocent young boy who was shy and filled with fear of the world. When I first saw him, I thought he might be like the other humans, but something in me just told me that I could trust him. My feelings were always right before , so I decided to follow it and see what would happen. I started watching him every week. He treated his Pokémon with such respect. It was unheard of where I was from. He didn’t treat them like pets or slaves, but like people. Equals. I noticed that he didn’t carry regular poke balls either, every one of his parters called a luxury ball their home and they seemed to really enjoy living their lives with him.

I also noticed that whenever I watched him, he didn’t once make his Pokémon battle another trainer on his will. He was never the challenger in his battles, but a hurtle for others. I spent over a month of my life just following him, watching him to see if he made any sort of mistake. He wasn’t perfect, but if anything went wrong, I could tell that it wasn’t his intention. Just seeing him train made me feel happy and warm. Every week it was the same.

One day I had the courage to go out from the bushes. When he saw me, he just smiled; as if he knew that I was there the whole time. I knew that he wanted me to be a part of his team from his eyes. He only had 5 Pokémon on his team, so I would be the perfect 6th member; But he never once made any attempt to catch me. At that moment, I knew I could trust him with my life.

Every time I came out from hiding, I would receive the same smile, so I just kept getting closer and closer. One day I came close enough that he could reach out and grab me if he so wanted, but I knew that he wouldn’t. Instead, he placed a berry on the ground in front of me and waited for me to pick it up. And as I did, he only smiled. I started showing up more and more, My weekly visits turned into a daily routine at this point. After another month, instead of putting the berry on the ground, the man just stuck out his hand for me to take it; and I did, grabbing his finger with one hand as I took the berry with the other. He smiled when I didn’t let go of his finger as I ate it he berry. He was warm, and it made me feel warm. I didn’t look him in the eye, but I could sense his hand slowly coming towards me as I munched on my snack. He rubbed my head saying “good boy”, and got on one knee to examine me further, brushing my hair out of the way. At that moment, he took out a luxury ball from his bag and asked me if I wanted to join his team. I noticed that he only had one in there. He wasn’t planning on catching any more Pokémon. I would be the last on his team. I trusted that he wouldn’t just throw me in a pc and abandon me like a lot of other trainers would. So, I accepted and bumped my head on the luxury ball myself. He immediately sent me out and put my ball onto his belt. In his eyes, none of his partners were held captive.

I could tell that the Pokémon on his team weren’t too fond of me yet, but I couldn’t tell why. Alakazam just watched me with the corner of his eyes, Gengar laughed whenever she saw me, Conkeldurr always seemed to have a questionable expression when I showed up, and Trevenant always looked at me curiously. Machamp told me not to worry. They were all just a bit suspicious of me due to trust issues. They were like that whenever anybody was added to the team. It turned out that they all used to belong to abusive trainers and hoped that he would help more Pokémon that shared the same the situation. I felt somewhat guilty by this, but it turned out that he did this for all of the Pokémon on his team. He would make the trainer give them to him by threatening to report them if they didn’t, release the Pokémon, and if they wanted to stay, he would give them a new home with him as he slowly tore down their walls.

As the man trained with me, he wasn’t used to having such a young and inexperienced Pokémon on his team, but he slowly adjusted to my presence and went as easy on me as he could. As time went on, he started to pick up the pace just a little. And when I I got used to it, something happened. I evolved. The man was ecstatic as he saw me change, he knew that I was improving, and ready for the training to get better. The other teammates seemed to appreciate my presence a bit more after that point, it wasn’t so much of a hassle to have me around.

So I got stronger, I built up more of a connection with my teammates and they helped me through my struggles. And every night we would celebrate with a wonderful dance. I learned more about my teammates, and more about my trainer. Almost every day, he talked about my evolution and how proud of me he was, and it made me so happy. But I could always sense something clouding his mind when he mentioned it. And one day, it happened. After 10 years with this man, I finally started evolving again. I would finally be able to look to him eye to eye. But the old man panicked and wanted me to stop. It distracted me, and it ended. I was so mad at him, I didn’t want to train with him at all. But he came up to me and sat down next to me. He pulled something out from his bag, a light blue stone that glimmered like the light that bounced off of my trainers eyes. He called it a dawn stone. He said, he wanted me to evolve, but he wanted my form to be my own choice. I could be a Gardevoir if I wanted to. But he read about them a lot. They got really close to their trainer, to the point where they would risk their life in order to protect them. And he didn’t want me to feel like I had to do that. He gave me another option. Gallade, the swordsman. One known to be a mighty warrior with great skill. Something we were aiming for the entire time. At that moment he asked me to choose, do I want to devote my life to someone who would rather protect me, or train alongside him as an equal; no, someone stronger that he would be proud to have as a partner. And as you can tell, I chose the swordsman. Gallade.

But now, I train no more with this wonderful man, he is old and decrepit. His bones ache and he will not last long.

Soon I will no longer be by his side, but he will always be with me.

[roseastasia]

I imagine them as roommates by this point.

Wario: *approaches Waluigi who is examining a golf club*, “Hey man, I got invited to go back to smash again.”

Waluigi: “Really? Okay, don’t be gone too long.”

Wario:”wanna come with?”

Waluigi: *sighs* “Nah man, I don’t Wah-nna deal with everything that everyone there is gonna dish out. I’d rather not get hit with a bat... electrified... punched in various areas by various people... getting literally shot with actual bullets...”

Wario: “Are you sure?”

Waluigi: “It just doesn’t really sound fun you know. I mean, the parties are Wha-n thing, I never know wha-t to expect. But in Smash Brothers, I just KNOW that it’s not gonna be pleasant. There is only so much that a guy with my physique can take, you know? Sure, it sounds cool, I like to show off, and it’s fun to wha-tch; but I don’t exactly have insurance and I don’t really trust ‘doctor’ Mario to help treat my wounds.”

Wario: “Alright, whatever you say man. See ya.”

Waluigi: “Later” *does a hand signal indicating a chill goodbye*, “but if you guys **really** wha-nt me there, tell everyone that they can always call me and I might just help them out every now and then.”

[writing-prompt-s]

Everyone is born with a tattoo somewhere on the body which tells of your superpower. Most of the time it’s obvious, like a flame for fire control. You were born with no visible mark and were enrolled into the Vague Society, a help club for people with really unclear marks. Tell your (and their) stories from the help club.

[billdraw3r]

Upon entering into the Vague Club, members go through a rigorous examination of their bodies to make sure their Mark isn’t just somewhere hidden. Many people are eliminated from the club in that fashion to ensure that their time isn’t wasted.

After I pass through that phase they take and x-ray of my entire body. There’s apparently been some cases where people had a Mark embedded inside of them.

I can see that my case is special, as I begin going through multiple examinations.

They catalogue every pimple on my body, every follicle and scar. They pull out special needles to look through my eyes.

It’s for no use, I’m 19 now, and no one has been able to find my Mark. Mark’s take the form of a tattoo, and your powers are derived from said Mark. A flame usually means you can manipulate fire, seers always have a third eye Mark on their head, as evidenced from the person currently examining me. Seers are rare, usually with there being one in about a million born. This is how I can tell I have an unusual case. They are extremely expensive, and getting ahold of one is very hard to do. I’ve had to wait for several years at the Vague Club to be seen. But to the Vague Club, the expense is worth it, as people with Vague Marks tend to be some of the most powerful.

But so far, there’s been no one with that had had no Mark, and the seer in front of me seemed to realize it. They kept on going on about I had a great power in me, but that was all useless without knowing where my Mark was. You couldn’t activate your powers without first knowing of your Mark, and then drawing from it.

The Vague Club helped people find their Marks, and then taught them how to use it, because most people develop with their Marks as children, and learning it as an adult is much harder.

Right now, there are about 15 other people in this particular Vague Club. My best friend among them is Riley, who has a Mark of a vortex hidden in her ear. My other friends include Tyler, who has a star Mark under his eyelid; Barnaby, with the Mark of a book just faintly visible under his fingernail, which had had to be removed to find it, and Julia, who has the Mark of light, which was a lighter shade then the rest of her skin, and was located on her foot.

I’ve had fun hanging out with them, but it’s difficult when they know, and are developing their Marks, as they become clearer with more usage. But they keep on supporting me, and make me feel welcome.

The seer in front of me finally gives up.

“It’s useless!” He concedes, standing up abruptly from the chair and moving out. “I’ve looked into her future and power, but there’s no hint of her Mark!” The helper standing in the room nods, noting it down.

“She has the most incredible power source I’ve ever seen! She could do untold things, probably reshape the cosmos. Her power level exceeds all else by at least a hundred! But she has no Mark”. The Seer exclaimed.

The helper nodded again. “We’ve never encountered so difficult a case, the longest lasting case until her took less than a year.”

I spoke up, “So, I don’t have a Mark?”

“It appears you don’t, and as such, we’ll going to be releasing you in two weeks. We’ve tried everything we can do, but if we can’t find your mark in that time, we’re going to want to make space for someone that we can help. I’m sorry, but it may just be that you have nothing.” The helper replied.

“What do you mean?” My head was fuzzy, until this point, they had always encouraged me, that I was worth something.

“The Vague Club has spent an enormous sum of expenses on you, and now we know that it was all for nothing. I’m sorry that we couldn’t find your Mark, but we can’t afford to maintain you any longer. We’ll continue to support you for the next two weeks while you find a means to support yourself. Again, I apologize.”

The helper led the seer out of the room, trying to look reassuring to me, that I could still contribute to society. But that was a lie; he was just saying bullcrap nothing to me. The Club had probably already come to the decision to get rid of me unless the seer found something. Because everyone else had Marks, it’s extremely hard to find a place to work unless you had a power associated with it. Every food and grocery store had people who could grow the food in front of you. Telekinetics could store and process products with ease, and they had the Intellects to monitor and compute anything you needed. The helper knew I wouldn’t be able to find a means for myself. No Mark meant I couldn’t get a job, as there were people with Marks that could do it better, so I would just have to live off of others.

And that was the worst part. In a world where everyone contributed, I would become the one who couldn’t. I was good for nothing for anyone else. A nobody.

I slowly got up, and wandered to my room. Inside there was a terminal to the Intellects, a bed, and a myriad of posters hanging up on the wall. There were also some weights in the corner next to my desk. If I could do nothing, maybe it would just be better if I was nothing. Oh they would regenerate me, people with the Mark of the heart could do that, but they wouldn’t if you left a note detailing you wanted death. The number of suicides today were almost nonexistent, like I was about to be, because there were Marks that could help those. They kept one in every Vague Club as well, because so many people feel helpless about finding a Mark. But now I knew that I didn’t have one, while everyone else did.

After I finished the note, I grabbed a blanket and began winding it up. I was almost through tying it to the fan when Riley rushed in.

“What are you doing?!” She shouted, as she extended her hand. The blanket immediately pulled through a vortex and appeared behind here.

“I’m nothing.” I replied, seeing no better answer. “I have no Mark.”

“That doesn’t matter, you can still live, still live a life!”

I shrugged, than began reaching for another blanket, which disappeared as well. “Would you please stop that!” I shouted, and then reached for another.

Soon all of the blankets were piled outside the door.

Riley took a second, then raised her palm down the hallway, I quickly reached out and jerked her hand down. “Do not call the Psychic.” I growled, “If I don’t have a Mark then what’s my purpose?”

She struggled to lift her hand up. I twisted, grabbing her other hand, which had begun reaching out, and grappled her to the ground.

There was momentary churning sensation, then I appeared back a couple feet from her. I quickly scrambled over just in time to pull her down again. This time, I balled her hands into fists, and tied them with a blanket. Then I went back to work, after ensuring no one else had heard what went down. Screams and rough noises were commonplace as people practiced using their Marks, but just to make sure, I put a blanket over the door to block out the sound.

“I didn’t run away from home, friendless, just to find someone like you, only to have them kill themselves the second they lost hope!” Riley cried. “Please don’t take away my friend.”

“You’d do better to find a new friend, I’m entirely worthless,” I answered without turning back from my work.

“I thought I was worthless too, my father constantly told me so when he couldn’t find my Mark. He didn’t want to be disgraced for having the only child who had no Mark, so he tattooed one on me himself. He violated me to put a false Mark so that he could claim that it was just hidden. And now that I’ve found a friend who made me feel like I’m not worthless. You aren’t worthless, you mean something to me.” Riley sobbed.

“At least you aren’t nothing, at least you had a father who cared at least somewhat about you.” I retorted.

“Please don’t do this… don’t make me see you do this.” She had turned around, and seemed defeated.

I finally finished. I stood up on my bed, and got ready.

But the world ended first.

I couldn’t see anything but fire; I began coughing out, expelling black smoke. It was rare for someone to Snap. Snapping only happened when someone’s Mark was removed, but doing so was extremely hard. But some people had Marks of chaos, Marks that continually changed and shifted, covering the whole of one’s body.

And they were the reason the Vague Club sought so frantically to help people with hard-to-find Marks. Only the most powerful Marks could contend with them.

I turned up, and looked around more. In what was the commons, I saw my friends. I stumbled up; my death was no longer on my mind. I walked around fire and pools of chaos, which were slowly spreading. When I finally reached them, I fell down.

They were dead, Tyler and Julia. I couldn’t see Barnaby. I quickly turned from the corpses as fires of chaos had begun burning them through.

Remembering Riley, I turned around quickly. She couldn’t be dead too, as the chaos looked like it was emerging from the center of the building.

I couldn’t see her.

Where was she?

I gazed out towards the city.

The city was gone.

I looked up, and saw evil incarnate.

A humanoid of a shifting Mark held up a cage of some of the other members that had Vague Marks. I saw Riley with them.

It was moving away. And my pain grew, coming out in a haunting scream. Maybe if I hadn’t been so distracted with myself, I could’ve saved her.

I wanted that Chaotic Marked person to be gone. To become nothing.

As my Mark is nothing.

The cage began falling from the sky, so I willed the gravity there to become nothing. And so it was.

Before the cage hit the ground, it was pulled through a chaos portal, as another one of the Chaotic Marked came in.

They were gone.

She was gone.

So too the other Chaotic Marked become nothing.

I was nothing.

I am Null, Zero, In-between. My Mark is nothing, as I can make others.

And I want something back.

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[roseastasia]

Wake up people!

[roseastasia]

Meeting between Dark Videogame characters (Wreck it Ralph style)

Meta Knight: “alright Everyone, today we have yet another victory. Dark Samus has been announced as an Echo!

*croud cheers as game and watch pats them on the back*

Meta: “Now, all we can do is wonder if they will decide to add another member from our group. Some of us have been lucky enough to be considered costume material”, *nods to dark bowser*, “whereas some are being rooted for as a character” *looks to shadow who really isn’t involved*

Bayonetta: *stands*, “do you think there are going to be any more of us added?”

Meta *looks around*, “It’s very likely that Dark Link will remain as a costume due to being a fan favorite and Shadow Mario is most likely going to remain in junior’s final smash... For a moment we thought that Waluigi may be added, but his growing fanbase ruined his chances with threats and memes.”

* Waluigi is crying in the corner getting comforted by Ridley

Hades: *stands up*, “what do you think my chances are?”

Meta: *looks down*, “We May never know... it all depends on what the master thinks is best...” *he looks up*, “luckily for us, he has been consulting with the left hand for character ideas recently...”

Crazy Hand: *waves spastically*

Meta: now we should probably all go back home for now, you never know who they may suddenly announce.