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New Undertale AU!!!!! Written By: Me!!! i8Chocolatecake, also known as I8CC or Cake!

in this au, we have a normal underground at the start of the story- before things really start to happen. The human is nicknamed Angel (we don't know their real name), they/them pronouns ofc, and wears a soft dark grey cloak with a silver clasp shaped like a pair of wings. They wear a pair of long black jeans, and their shirt is black with designs of the night sky decorating the whole shirt. Angel is an older child, around 15-16 when they fall into the underground. They make their way through the ruins harmlessly enough, but when they make it to Snowdin forest? Things start acting up around them. The fabric of the world shifting and warping with their presence- it touches Sans, first. Sans watches the human sitting at their desk, typing out this post with bleary eyes peering at a much too bright screen for this late at night. Sans turns to the human and speaks. Sans asks them why they are doing this. Sans asks them to stop. Sans asks me to stop. Sans tells me he can feel my words changing him. Sans feels the pressure of the alternate reality I am making of his life squeezing his soul like a vice. Sans pleads with me to stop this, but the pressure remains. The world is being altered. Angel is meeting him in the woods for the first time, and Sans must smile as his body metamorphises without his consent. He must shake the humans hand and make silly puns while Papyrus watches his brother slowly begin to be rewritten- unable to say anything about it as the change begins to infect him as well. Sans begs me to undo what I have done. I ignore him. It is too late to stop this force. The plan is in place. Sans' bones begin to open hundreds of eyes, all different colors with snow white eyelashes and his mind cracks under the sudden influx of vision stimuli. Papyrus' bones warp and change, opening hundreds of mouths with smiles like laid bricks. Papyrus screams and the sound explodes from every mouth he has, erupting across the quiet forest and audible for miles- echoing off the distant celing of the Underground itself. Sans watches and sees so much that he cannot stop himself from seeing. Angel looks upon the skeleton brothers with apathy. Their presence causing the two's transformations; they know have their purpose, and do not question the results of their actions. Sans turns his many eyes upon me and I feel their gaze beam through my very soul. His gaze turns to a glare of anger and pain. I ignore him. He calls my name. I ignore him. He claws at my hands through the keys of my keyboard. I ignore him. He reaches through my screen and stares at me from inches away. I. Ignore. Him. He screeches in rage. I ignore him. He grabs at my hands trying to get me to stop as Angel approaches Waterfall. It is too late. He is too late. Sans pleads with me again. I do not respond. He turns, then, to you, dear reader. He turns to you and speaks through my words. He says, please. He says please again, then, tell me something. You nod, or at least that is what he hopes you do, since he continues. I... I am your favorite. It is what I see- there are so many of me out there. You hurt me. You let me live my life, just differently. You kill my brother. You let my brother live alongside me, with his own differences. You create me and others- even this one I have been speaking with (she is writing down these words as I say them) is creating. She created me with the knowlage of you- even if that was not her original intention.

it wasn't

I see so much, now. I see it all. I feel it all, too. My mind is fracturing. I can hardly think, now. Am I simply meant to observe this? To observe you? To know you? To judge you? Am I nothing more than a vessel for your pain? Is there nothing I can do? What am I to do?

shaking, the skeleton's many eyes blink lazily, like a cat would, his eyes rippling like water as they do so.

The woman is tired. Her two eyes begin to droop closed. It is late for her. She must sleep.

undyne screams in pain and fear as her own spears erupt from her scales until she resembles a bloody porcupine. monster kid sees this in horror and tries to run, but had already gotten too close to Angel. monster kid's body begins to shrink, until they are the size of an ant- the pressure on their organs is immense, their body now much too small even for their scaled down insides. they will live, of course, but with a constant ache beneath their muscles and a tiny, clumsy body- unfit for anything but hiding away.

Sans grins without any humor. He knows as well as I do what is happening to his world. He knows his role in that world now, too. He is to watch and know and note it all. All the horrors in that little universe of his. And once that universe has concluded its little story? He is to see and know everything else- all other worlds and stories. He is to be a record of the tales across the multiverse's.

A living library of lives.

SO!!! Just a fun little Idea i had that hit me in the face a bit ago and I NEEDED to get it written out asap- the story kinda got like,,,, The Magnus Archives-y near the end ngl XD but i still love it!! with the actual AU part of it (off the top of my head lol, this was mostly meant to be about someone writing an Undertale AU and Sans somehow Knows about it and tells the author to stop or smth and ends up pleading with them to stop but it doesn't work) ill maybe come back with the other main characters and their personality/role based mutations (i hope u understand why sans is eyes at least- that is the one I was most confident in tbh) annnnnyways!!!