This is a bit more of a writing prompt, but since I've kinda plotted out a more of it than just this...Well, if you enjoy my writing keep an eye out for something new

-KEEP IN MIND THAT MY MOTIVATION FOR STORIES LIKES TO DIE WHENEVER I GET 2/7-1/2 OF THE WAY THROUGH SOMETHING SO DON'T EXPECT MUCH-

(This AU/MV explores what might have happened in the Undertale multiverse (And really all fan-made characters for every fandom) if Article 13 had gone into effect the way everyone thought it would.)

Everyone is being taken away in chains according to their creator. For example: Error, Fresh, and a ghostly version of Geno were all created by Crayon Queen, so they all got stuck together in the Anti-Void.

Dream and Nightmare are tied to opposite ends of their Tree and are forced to watch the multiverse as the lights of positivity extinguish for good. Sure, that may have been NIghtmare's ultimate goal, but how can he enjoy it when A, he's not causing the suffering, B, it's all boredom, anxiety, and hopelessness, and C, he's restrained to this dead piece of wood with his annoying brother?

But there's one light that still burns, long after the others gave up hope of escaping their chains.

Ink.

He sees the chains as not only keeping him in ____Tale, a place he never wanted to see again, but as tools some one is using to restrict his creativity. He may not know what the heck is going on, but he can hear the Creator's anger and despair at being unable to create their art or their stories.

Still, even he can't go on forever. Eventually, he too loses hope.

As the guardians of feelings watch the last light, the multiverse's last hope of being freed, finally go out, it was as if the entire world slowly spun to a stop.

Time went by meaninglessly.

There was no longer any meaning to anything.

The Undertale universe continued as it used to, before the AUs came into being.

Yet one day, as they wait for everything to turn into dust, life came back to the brothers as they sensed a light rekindle, brighter than before.

In the emptiness of the blank world around him, Ink, with his vials broken, his paints gone, and his sleeves torn from his escape attempts, had remembered that he possessed something no one else in existence did. Something he had never thought held much power before.

He had the

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It took a few tries, but he gained control over his not-really-new ability.

He broke his bonds.

It was time to free the rest of the multiverse.