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Believe it or not this dude was inspired by an old AU Sans OC I had from middle school"]]
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Written by Natedagreat563
The Red Knight is by CadaverCommander and Nostalgi Gaius is by
etoisle. Overseer A and B are by
Stretchsterz
Long ago in a time now forgotten,
a time before humans,
there existed children naïve to their fates in the future;
sisters, brothers, and star-crossed lovers.
Among them were three.
Their names have been long forgotten to time,
their fates have been sealed,
but in this time of pure bliss and ignorance
was Claudius, Augustus, and Gudang.
Claudius was a fierce warrior,
a knight in shining, scarlet armor.
Augustus was an Angel of incomprehensible beauty.
He glowed white with his glory,
his robes were made of the finest silk to ever exist,
and his hair was long and golden.
Gudang was a Muse, the wife of Augustus,
always optimistic and happy.
Her life couldn’t have been better.
Their lives seemed perfect.
For eternities they danced and played in their paradise, creating rooms, friends and toys.
They were happy and content, having only each other and nothing else.
They lived in harmony, watching over their perfect lands.
But soon, that would all change.
The creatures began to multiply, living in the realms in pure joy.
But one day, Gudang left the playing for only a moment, admiring their handiwork.
She watched the creations live out their perfect lives.
She traveled and traveled until she reached an absolute point.
The place where realities overlapped into one small point.
A kink that needed to be fixed.
A hole into the ocean beyond.
It seemed their work was not finished.
She turned back to the others,
she wondered if she should tell them of the hole between realities.
It was broken and beyond human comprehension.
Something that, if left unattended, could be torn open further.
If the patch was ever broken, it could be catastrophic.
Yet as it stood, the world proceeded as normal,
its inhabitants were none the wiser to this hole.
Perhaps there was no harm in simply leaving it be.
Inevitably, wayward fragments of other worlds spilled through the hole;
Notably, a race of strange ants which looked upon Gudang and her kin, deciding to call them “Gods”.
They knew little of what this title meant – only that it was why they were venerated by ants.
The ants gave offerings, built monuments, and went to great lengths for their attention and favor.
Some wanted to exterminate the ants; this paradise was not meant for them.
Others were charmed by the ants’ veneration, finding entertainment in it.
Ultimately, the ants were reluctantly welcomed into the paradise.
Some even came to stand among the family as one of their own.
But the ants were taken for granted, and grew resentful of their mistreatment until they had enough.
The ants became angry and violent, defying the family and rebelling against them.
One ant could be squashed effortlessly, but an entire swarm was a threat,
one that fell several members of the family.
Gudang returned to the hole.
This was her chance.
She could create heaven to patch the hole.
She could create a new paradise for them to live in.
Her own personal world to fix the tear in their perfect creation.
She built her world, forming a place of geometrical perfection.
Each world had flaws here and there, things that didn’t make sense, creatures that didn’t belong.
This, however, was absolute.
This was the patch in reality.
It even surpassed the glory and beauty of The Angel.
It was her one place where a perfect heaven could be created, and it was hers.
She entered her paradise, entering utter bliss and happiness.
The perfect amount of creatures lived in harmony.
The perfect amount of toys were perfectly placed exactly where they should be.
Everything was there but her brother and husband.
She ran to them with joy, showing them her heaven.
She showed them its absoluteness, informing them how she fixed the patch.
But they weren’t happy.
This wasn’t perfect to them, only to her.
“You had the only opportunity to create a perfect paradise, and you took it for yourself?”
Her smile dropped, realizing what had occurred.
“But I needed to fix the patch.
Look at this,
it’s wonderful!
It’s absolute!
Ultimate!”
“This could’ve been our personal heaven, not yours.
We don’t belong here. This is perfectly made for you.
We disrupt the harmony of this place because you made it only for you.
Our existence interrupts the symmetrical flow of the place.
How could you?”
The Knight began to cry for the first time in his eternal existence.
The Angel stood beside his wife.
“How could you say such things?
Did you not hear about the catastrophe that could have occurred had she not done this?
Our worlds could’ve been destroyed!
How dare you berate her like this?!”
“You imbecile!” The Knight roared.
“You’ve always been trying to best me, make me seem like the lesser!
Always making yourself more elevated!
Always vying for my sister’s compassion and attention!
If you wish to squabble over her, then enough of this child’s play.
If it’s a fight you want, then that’s what you’ll get.”
Claudius, overwhelmed with heartbreak, betrayal, and rage, swung his ribbons at him.
Once beautiful and elegant, they decayed into blades and swords of battle.
He blocked and fought back, trying to not hurt him.
They swung and sliced and punched and screamed for ages.
Blinded by rage, they didn’t even realize what they were doing.
“STOP!” The Muse screamed.
She hadn’t accounted for the consequences of disturbing the symmetry.
With each swing, a tear in the patch opened.
Reality began to fold and bisect in the most perfect way.
Augustus, realizing what was occurring, attempted to escape.
He flew up to the skies with his wings, but The Knight grabbed on to his robes.
With one clean slash, he clipped his wings, causing him to fall to the ground.
The Knight leapt off of The Angel, but the Angel fell into one of the tears.
The Muse, unable to do anything, gazed in shock.
Her husband had just fallen into the absolute point in reality.
Claudius looked at what he had done to the paradise.
Reality was breaking,
the friends began to glitch,
the toys began to stop working,
the ants scattered in fright.
The skies began to intersect.
She ran to the hole, calling for her love.
His glory had fallen between the seams of creation.
He was not the same.
A hand emerged from the pit.
His flesh was gone, and what was left was mere bone.
His once beautiful, white robes were reduced to black, crisp cloaks.
His golden hair was gone, leaving only charcoal strands of blackened fiber.
He was bones in a black cloak, with eyes that glowed purple in rage.
Claudius looked upon The Angel, or whatever was left of him, in utter shock.
He had won his war, but at a heavy price.
The remains of Augustus crawled out of the absolute point as heaven collapsed into pieces.
Augustus was no more.
Augustus was dead.
Augustus was forgotten.
The Broken Angel collapsed onto the grass, his hands but mere bones.
He tried to emerge his wings and fly away, but could not lift himself from the ground.
His wings were clipped, burnt, and broken.
Gudang looked at her husband, attempting to hold his hand.
Augustus screamed in agony, his eyes glowing a rich, dark violet.
He had seen all time, space, and reality at the same time.
His mind had dissolved.
Augustus laughed and laughed as he felt what was once his face
He watched as the trees wilted, the sky fell to pieces, and the oceans froze to ice.
He stared at The Knight, who did not move.
Claudius tried to speak, but was unable.
Augustus flew forward, grabbing Claudius by his armor.
Augustus soared beneath the cracks, falling deep into the holes of reality.
He dragged Claudius further and further beneath Gudang’s worlds.
Fire engulfed them, anger surrounded them, hate overwhelmed them.
Claudius drew his sword one final time, slashing at his broken friend.
Claudius had broken him enough and could not shatter the glade any further.
The sword fell to the depths of reality; into the lowest point possible; into the cosmic nadir.
Claudius fell into the river of rock bottom, his sword landing on the ground.
He had died too, just like Augustus.
Augustus, looking upon the fallen soldier, engraved an inscription into the sword.
“RESTS HERE THE CHAMPION, THE GRAND EMPYREAN, IMPERFECT AND GLORIOUS, FIRST OF KNIGHTS. HIS WORK IS DONE. YOU ARE SAVED.”
Augustus, unable to remain whole any longer, began to fade into nothing.
Everything became grey. Everything became covered in shade.
The monsters who constantly attacked him, the inescapable trauma of Claudius, the scorching heat of his anger, the time of his life cut short, the storm of his wrath, the loss of his hope; he had gone too far.
He had truly reached his end.
The flames became hotter and hotter until they collapsed the void around him.
Augustus faded out of sight, out of memory, out of life.
Claudius sunk to the bottom of the ocean, forever scared with the red blood on his hands.
Gudang watched as her heaven began to fail as the absolute point seeped into the worlds.
Her friends became mangled and evil,
her toys became broken and defective,
her worlds had failed.
Lives were lost,
memories were erased,
gods had died,
all was lost.
Unable to bare her melancholy, she became a mere statue.
Her body could not handle the loss and pain.
She looked up and grabbed a piece of sky, doing the only thing she could think to do.
she carved her memories right out of her head.
and because of that, you don’t remember this story.
you don’t remember
because she tries to forget.