Once a guardian of hope, Dream Sans was the shining beacon for fractured timelines tirelessly working to mend broken universes and inspire peace. But something changed.
A virus had begun spreading across the multiverse not a typical one, but a living, evolving code that devoured positivity and twisted the very structure of timelines. This virus, later known to some as Fatal Error, had already consumed countless AUs, leaving behind glitchy husks of reality. Dream, obsessed with saving the infected worlds, refused to retreat when warned.
The Fall: Dream traced the corruption to an unstable, decaying node in the multiverse: a forgotten AU sealed in chaos. But what he found wasn’t just decay it was a trap, set not by Nightmare, nor Error... but a convergence of both. A fusion glitch a piece of Nightmare's influence riding on the corrupted code from Fatal Error, meant for Error to feed on but misdirected by Nightmare’s spite.
Dream was dragged into the Flower Void, a hidden sub-layer beneath the collapsing timelines. An infinite chasm of golden flower sprites, coated in translucent glitch-code, forming a glass-like terrain beneath him. He was meant to die there forgotten.
But Dream did not die. His soul, bombarded by corrupted code and Nightmarish influence, began to fracture. His positivity, once pure, began to distort not vanish, but mutate. The constant exposure to the glitch-code caused Dream to errorify, forming a broken hybrid of hope and chaos.
His bow now draws glitch-powered arrows spun from corrupted strings of hope capable of binding enemies like puppets.
His thoughts are no longer solely his own; he hallucinates Nightmare whispering to him in his sleep, when his guard is down, or when emotion runs high.
His once calm expression now flickers like his body between joy, dread, and emptiness.
He is haunted by memories of himself and Error though neither side claims him now. He is Fatal Dream, a new anomaly.
Now: He roams the Flower Void perhaps not by choice, but by instinct glitching in and out of collapsed AUs, searching for stability, or perhaps redemption. He is neither savior nor destroyer. He is a corrupted remnant of hope, holding the power to save or obliterate what remains.
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