I asked my adult human to describe the sounds of footsteps.

Her response was 'pllt'

With a perfectly straight face

At like 10:45 at night

I may have died of lack of oxygen from laughing too hard

So, yeah. That's why you'll see 'pllt' in here. And possibly in future one-offs.

Oh, a l s o, I'm borrowing 's character, Chaos the Axetale Temmie. She's a bean. Don't worry; ChaosDancer gave me permission

Blue was used to Error's...'impulsiveness.'

Still, it was disconcerting to find himself alone in a blank white nothing for...oh, the 26th time?

Yeah... This time, at least, it was an accident.

He could tell, because Error wasn't nearby to smack himself upside the head for being stupid and send him back to his AU.

Sighing, Blue stood and stretched. A few of his joints popped, and in the silence of the Anti-Void, it was almost as loud as a gunshot.

He started walking, following the blue strings and hoping he was going in the right direction. Error usually hung out in the center of his web, so people who knew about how it worked could find him easier.

Even if he wasn't going in the right direction, Error would find him eventually. He had ways of knowing when people other than himself (and his adopted daughter, Chaos) were in his home.

Pllt, pllt, pllt, pllt-

His footsteps echoed in the emptiness. Knowing better than to try and count time here, he counted his footsteps.

78, 79, 80...

He had counted the number of steps it took to walk from one end of the Underground to the other. He knew how many steps was a large distance.

201, 202, 203, 204...

Ughhhh. Why was the Anti-Void so vast?

336, 337, 338-

Blue's 339th step went through a hole he hadn't noticed.

"AHHHH-!"

Thump-!

Blue landed on his tailbone on the pale blue carpet.

Wait.

What.

What the hell.

Where the hell?

Where was he?

Blue slowly stood, a strange feeling arising in his chest.

The entire room had a pretty blue theme; he fit right in. There were tall bookshelves, full of all sorts of books and elegantly carved and painted sky blue.

In the center of the room, was an elegant but dusty desk. It was made with wood, like the shelves. It was the same color, too. There wasn't anything on it.

Behind it was a very, very comfortable-looking chair. Surprisingly, it was blue.

The walls were white, but the high ceiling, which rose it a sort of dome like a cathedral, had two stained glass windows, that let in the outside light.

The windows were designed to look like...

Wait.

Was that...?

Was that Undertale Sans, fighting his human? And Undertale's Asriel, in his final form?

They were beautifully done.

The two biggest bosses in the two major routes, immortalized in their fight against the fallen human.

Behind the desk and the Chair of Comfortable Destiny, the entire fourth wall was a clear window. The light from it was tinted slightly...orange? Yellow? Orangey-Yellow?

Blue's soul told him he knew what was outside, yet he couldn't think of what it might be.

He walked over, and looked out.

He looked out over the entirety of the Doodle Sphere, and all of the AUs within it.

He could see everything going on in each one.

He could even see a little into the Anti-Void, where Error was trying to keep Chaos from eating a giant bag of Skittles.

...Where the hell did they even get that?

Blue turned back to the room.

He'd missed the door before, but it was the same blue as most of the rest of the room. It was carved to match the desk and shelves.

"Where am I?" He muttered. "This can't be Ink's office; there's not nearly enough color or paint stains. He wouldn't even have an office, would he?"

He looked at the comfy chair again.

His legs ached from walking so far, and his tailbone hurt from the rough landing.

He really, really wanted to sit down...

Surely whoever actually worked here wouldn't mind if he sat, just for a moment?

Feeling rather nervous, Blue rested his rear on the chair.

The chair began to glow.

Before Blue could react, his mind was flooded with memories. Memories that had been locked away for far too long.

He saw himself, looking down at the the only universe in creation. A frown was on his face, as if thinking something unpleasant.

The image faded, replaced with a vision of himself creating the first AU. The original UnderSwap.

The next, he had created maybe fifty AUs with the help of his faithful minion.

Then he was watching the AUs learn of the other's existence, and start to interact with each other in limited ways.

Then he saw himself tiredly sitting at a desk, this desk, looking up at the stained glass windows. He was smiling. He was happy. He had created so many wonderful worlds. Underswap, Underfell, Swapfell, Outertale. His most ambitious, Dreamtale. He'd even made himself a friend for the long years; Ink. But he'd done too much. He was tired.

He needed a break.

But who would watch over his children while he was gone?

...Ink! Of course! Ink would take good care of them. He knew the rules, and was always ready to please.

The memory faded.

The next, he was looking upon Underswap with one idea in mind.

Rest.

Then, the human reset.

And everything had gone blank.

The vision faded.

Blue was left in the office. His office.

This was his home.

And he was the True God.

Not Ink.

Blue took a deep breath.

"I'm going to kick Ink's ass for this," He grumbled. "Five hundred years, and he couldn't bother to say something."

Blue got up and opened a portal to the Star Sanses' Base.

If Ink wasn't there, Blue could easily go to the Doodle Sphere.

It was his realm; not Ink's.

That little hecc.

When Blue stepped out of a portal, Dream immediately noticed the very strong feelings of annoyance coming from him.

"Um...Blue?" He asked, a little confused. "Are you...okay?"

Blue glanced around before sighing. "Yeah."

Dream frowned. "Are you sure? You seem upset."

Blue rubbed his fore skull. "Nah," He assured his friend. "I just need to find Ink so I can kick his ass for getting me stuck in UnderSwap for like 500 years and forgetting he's the minion and not the actual god."

Dream blinked. Several times. The only thing he could think to say was, "Blue what the fuck."

Blue gave him a dry half-smile. "Yes. Do you know where Ink is?"

Dream opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He tried again. "Uh- Nightmare's castle-? Maybe-? Something about poker night-?"

Blue's eye sockets widened. "Wait I missed poker night?!?"

Dream tried to ask what kind of crack Blue had gotten into, but Blue just muttered something about the Anti-Void's time and opened a portal to Nightmare's castle.

The small skeleton glanced back. "Oh, you're welcome to come with me. If, you know, you want to."

"Will I get answers if I do?"

"You'll get answers anyway," Blue chuckled. "But yes."

Dream sighed. "Okay; lets go."

Nightmare swore violently and had to restrain himself from flipping the table as he lost for the fifth time that night.

It was difficult.

On his right, Chaos the Axetale Temmie giggled from her perch on Error's skull.

Error just smirked. It was his fourth win in a row. It was close though; Nightmare was good.

Ink, who sat across from him, groaned. "Why are you so good at this?" The creator complained. "That's not fair."

"You won the first round," Killer reminded him, also grumbling. At least he'd gotten third this time.

Dust had passed out somewhere into the third round and had been moved to the couch, where he was snoring loudly. He'd hardly drank anything, either.

Horror was watching, preferring not to play this round because he was hungry and didn't think anybody would appreciate it if he ate the cards. He was munching on what appeared to be a frozen waffle.

Chaos's ears pricked up. "I think Blue finally made it!" She exclaims, sitting up.

Everyone turned to the portal that opened.

Blue stepped out, with Dream looking confused behind him.

Nightmare glowered. "Why did you invite him?" He complained, looking directly at Dream.

Blue, however, ignored him. His annoyed blue eye lights were fixed on Ink.

"U-uh," Ink stammered, "Blue...?"

"Ink," Blue said very calmly, "Do you remember when I told you to not fill up the multiverse with AUs, because that would destroy everything?"

Ink's eye lights turned into question marks. Then, a blue exclamation point and tear drop. Before he could say anything, Blue continued.

"Do you also recall how I told you that starting the resets while I was on vacation would completely fuck everything over because I would be stuck in whatever AU I was in and be unable to do my friction' job?"

Ink shrank further and further into himself as Blue spoke.

Everyone else had scooted away from the cowed Creator and the Smol Blue Bean. Chaos had handed out popcorn and soda. Error had a video camera and was recording the whole thing.

"I-" Ink stammered, "I- I forgot- I'm sorry, sir-"

"I'm sure you will be," Blue said calmly, "Because you're grounded."

Just like that, as if Blue had some sort of- of mystical powers over Ink, the Creator was grounded. His vials melted away. His paintbrush evaporated.

Everyone's eyes, save Error and Chaos, just about flew out out of their sockets.

Chaos and Error just cackled.

Blue sighed, and turned to the rest of the extremely confused but highly amused group.

"Sit down because it's time for a looooong story."

"So let me get this straight," Dream said. "You...You're God? Like, capital-G God? With all the powers and abilities that come in the package?"

"Yep," Blue agreed.

"And...Ink is your minion?" Killer asked.

Ink wasn't looking at anyone, but he nodded slowly.

"Yes," Blue said, giving Ink a pointed glare. Ink pulled his scarf over his face, trying to hide.

"...And you went on vacation for a while?" Dust continued, looking away from Ink's being weirder then normal.

"But you got stuck because Ink somehow managed to start all of the resets?" Nightmare asked.

"In a nutshell, yes."

Silence.

Then, Chaos hopped off of Error's head, padded over to Blue and asked, "So does that mean you know what happened to me?"

Blue smiled sadly. "I'm sorry Chaos; I don't. But!" He said cheerfully, "I do know that you and your dad-"

Error choked on a piece of popcorn. Nightmare smacked his spine, dislodging the food an earning him a glare.

"-Have been doing a great job causing chaos and keeping the AUs from destroying each other."

Blue knelt and put one hand on Chaos's little head. A very faint glow surrounded her.

"Chaos," Blue said very formally, "You are now le Goddess of Pandemonium, with all the perks and stuff that go with it."

Chaos, Goddess of Pandemonium, blinked several times.

"How do you feel?" Cross, the child who was hiding in the corner because Moonfur totally forgot about him, asked.

Chaos sat down and stared at her paws. Then she said, "I feel like I could cause several wars over skittles just be thinking about it."

"Lets not," Dust coughed. "The last time we had a skittle war, we were all in a sugar coma for like a week."

"But I c o u l d," Chaos giggled.

Chaos was very happy about this.

"Oh, and Error?" Blue called.

Error stepped forward. Some strange force compelled him. (It was the gays- Jkjk ...Probably.)

"C4n y0u n07 70uch my h34d," he mumbled. Haphephobic glitchy bean. (The author doesn't know how to spell that word so feel free to correct her so she can put that somewhere she'll remember it.)

Blue smiled. He held his hand over Error's skull and said very formally, as with Chaos, "Error, you are now le official god of Destruction."

"1 f33l 50 sp3c14l," Error said sarcastically.

"Now that that's settled," Blue said, turning back to Ink with the glare of a strict father, "Two months."

Ink nodded quietly.

"And no skittles," Blue added.

Ink's head shot up. "But-"

"No buts," Blue interrupted. "After that we're going to fix your memory problem because I'm fairly certain without Dream's and my help as Not-God everything would've already gone to hell."

Ink whimpered in shame and hide in his scarf again.

"WEEEEEE-"

"WHO THE FUCK GAVE THE TEMMIE CANDY-" Nightmare screeched, ducking as the sugar-propelled creature launched herself across the room, trying out her new powers.

One of which turned out to actually be flight, because she stopped and hovered mid-air to point at Killer.

Killer sweat dropped and bolted, screeching, "WASN'T ME-"

I keep writing this shit at like 7 pm until I go to bed at 9ish so its mostly crack and at about the part Blue 'crowned' Chaos goddess of Skittles- I mean, pandemonium (Because Chaos, goddess of Chaos doesn't quiet flow does it? Thank you, thesaurus, for providing me with words) I said 'fuck it' and just wrote whatever bullshit my brain could regurgitate.

And I mean that in a very literal sense.

Idk wtf happened

Feel free to sue; this isn't worth anyone's time XD

It was fun to write though so ye