Say hi to my boi Draft!
(He looks like he hasn't slept in a week. He has. He's just weird.)
Most people who meet Draft walk away thinking he's harmless.
A lazy skeleton in pajamas.
A guy who naps through meetings, tells awful puns, and somehow smells faintly of Worcestershire sauce.
They're usually right.
Until they aren't.
Draft is one of the few people in the multiverse genuinely trying to help. He spends most of his time wandering between AUs, patching problems before they spread, containing corruption, and keeping unstable worlds from suffering the same fate as his own.
The problem is that Draft stopped being entirely stable a very long time ago.
Years of isolation, failed repairs, broken timelines, and watching his world die around him left permanent damage.
Sometimes he talks to people who are not there.
Sometimes he stares at corrupted code like it's personally insulting him.
Sometimes he becomes so obsessed with fixing something that he forgets everything else around him.
Appearance
Draft wears an oversized purple shirt alongside black sleep pants covered in golden stars.
A drooping purple sleeping cap rests on his head, decorated with fluffy golden trim and ball thingy.
At first glance, he looks like someone who rolled out of bed and never fully woke up.
The patches on his skull and right hand tend to draw more attention.
Each patch is actually a portal connected directly to a personal dimension attached to his soul.
Objects vanish into them constantly.
Weapons.
Tools.
Junk.
Fragments of dead worlds.
Nobody has ever managed to calculate how much is actually stored inside.
Personality
Despite everything, Draft behaves remarkably similar to a normal Sans.
Lazy.
Sarcastic.
Constantly tired.
Addicted to terrible puns.
Will sleep whenever given the opportunity.
Most conversations with him somehow end with a joke nobody asked for.
Draft is also infamous for having absolutely horrific taste in food.
He enjoys overwhelmingly strong flavors and pours Worcestershire sauce onto meals with complete disregard for common sense.
Nobody understands how he survives it.
Underneath the humor, however, something is wrong.
Draft became obsessed with corruption long ago.
He sees corruption the same way someone else might see a contagious disease.
Anything capable of spreading, damaging, destabilizing, or erasing an AU immediately gains his attention.
He does not automatically attack everything corrupted.
But he watches.
And once he decides something is dangerous enough, he becomes extremely difficult to stop.
Draft is intelligent.
Unfortunately, years of loneliness and psychological damage have left him with strange habits.
He sometimes speaks to empty rooms.
Sometimes pauses mid-conversation as though listening to someone else answer.
Sometimes mutters solutions to problems nobody else can see.
Most people assume he's talking to himself.
Draft seems to believe otherwise.
Past
Draft's world did not die all at once.
It died slowly.
His AU was zipped, moved, corrupted, and eventually unzipped incorrectly.
Entire locations became incomplete.
Memories fragmented.
Characters disappeared without explanation.
Data began breaking apart faster than anyone could repair it.
Draft and Gaster spent countless loops trying to save it.
Every repair created new problems.
Every solution revealed deeper damage.
At some point they managed to capture the player responsible for repeatedly influencing their world.
A strange figure who appeared as the son of the king and queen.
Even after the loops stopped, the damage remained.
Draft became convinced corruption itself was the enemy.
If he could understand it, contain it, or eliminate it, maybe everything could still be saved.
Instead, things only got worse.
His own stats became corrupted.
His repairs accelerated the collapse.
His desperation grew.
By the end there was nothing left to save.
The AU was abandoned.
Draft survived.
And after surviving, he left.
Now he wanders the multiverse searching for worlds that can still be saved.
Because if he couldn't save his own, maybe he can save someone else's.
Magic
Draft's abilities revolve around control, containment, and manipulation.
His fighting style resembles someone organizing a messy desktop.
Purple Magic
Draft possesses a unique form of purple magic unrelated to normal Purple SOUL abilities.
Anything struck directly by this magic becomes pinned in place.
Movement becomes impossible until the effect ends.
The moment another attack strikes the target, the pinning effect immediately breaks.
Because of this, Draft often uses it to set up follow-up attacks.
He occasionally manifests glowing purple yield signs through the same magic.
Nobody knows why.
Selection Boxes
Draft's signature ability.
He creates translucent purple dashed rectangles around objects, attacks, environments, or living targets.
Once something has been selected, Draft may manipulate it as though interacting with a file.
He can:
Drag targets through space.
Throw them.
Rotate them.
Lock them in place.
Temporarily contain corruption.
Restrict movement.
Create barriers.
The boxes may also function as portals.
Draft uses them to travel between AUs, access his pocket dimension, or reposition himself during combat.
One of the strangest properties of the boxes is their ability to copy and paste objects.
Inanimate objects duplicate perfectly.
Sentient creatures do not.
The copied body emerges lifeless.
Draft finds this deeply disturbing and almost never uses it on intelligent beings.
Non-sentient animals, however, duplicate normally.
The selection boxes originally served as containment systems in his home AU.
Powerful individuals may resist or break free through sufficient strength or determination.
Pocket Dimension
Time does not function properly inside.
Stored within are:
Weapons.
Supplies.
Random objects.
Pieces of his destroyed world.
Everything remains exactly as it was when stored.
Some items have remained untouched for years.
Others are things Draft simply cannot bring himself to throw away.
The "sky" is what you see on the patches, checkered and endless, and if you look into the portals you can sometimes see stuff stored inside it.
His purple eye is actually inside the dimension. It floats around and is used to look inside it when he needs to find something mid-battle reaches inside his right hand or head and grabs whatever. And yes, he has gotten his eye lost before.
The downside to his right hand is that he can't physically grab anything with it. It just fazes into the dimension.
Corrupted Stats
Draft's stats no longer function correctly.
They fluctuate constantly without warning.
Most notably his HP.
On one day his durability might reach absurd levels.
On another, it may drop to nearly nothing.
He checks his stats obsessively.
Not because he enjoys it.
Because he genuinely never knows what they will be.
Fighting Style
Draft prefers control over destruction.
A typical fight follows a pattern:
Immobilize the target with purple magic.
Surround them with selection boxes.
Move them around the battlefield like misplaced files.
Open portals from strange angles.
Attack using stored objects, bones, or blasters.
Contain anything that looks remotely corrupted.
To most opponents, fighting Draft feels less like a battle and more like being reorganized by an annoyed computer technician.
Weaknesses
Obsession
Draft's hatred of corruption often overrides common sense.
If he becomes convinced something is dangerous enough, he may ignore risks, allies, or better alternatives in pursuit of containment.
Concentration
Large selection boxes require focus.
Disrupting his concentration weakens their effectiveness and may collapse them entirely.
Survivor's Guilt
Draft secretly blames himself for the destruction of his AU.
He believes that if he had been smarter, stronger, faster, or simply better, his world might still exist.
He rarely speaks about it.
But the guilt never left.
Relationships
Gaster
Gaster was Draft's closest companion during the final days of his world.
Together they spent countless loops searching for solutions.
Together they watched everything fail.
Draft still speaks as though Gaster is nearby.
Whether he is talking to memories, hallucinations, or something else entirely remains unknown.
Papyrus
Papyrus died long before the AU finally collapsed.
When the world was zipped and corrupted, his texture was literally cut apart.
Large portions of his character data vanished completely.
The tragedy isn't that Draft remembers watching it happen.
The tragedy is that he barely remembers Papyrus at all.
Corruption erased too much.
That loss became one of the driving forces behind Draft's growing instability.
Error
Draft despises Error more than almost anyone else in existence.
To Draft, Error represents everything that destroyed his home.
Everything he failed to stop.
Everything he still fears.
Error, meanwhile, considers Draft naive and ignorant.
