In the graveyard of the multiverse, the final resting place for everything that had ever lived or would live, did the dance between light and dark take place. It was here that the balance came together, that the opposing forces of nature conflicted in sadistic harmony, radiant power shining for miles around as the human and the glitch of a comedian collided, wrestling in a desperate power struggle to get the upper hand.

They are two parts of a bigger whole, Gaster reflected as he watched the two of them circle around each other as two lions might. No matter what they do, no matter how much they try to tear out one another's throats, they are equally matched.

It was perfection the way they fought, the balance between light and dark at its fullest. They were the equilibrium, the medium, the balance or whatever you may call it. Each was half, each was equal to the other in power and strength and nothing could change that. The human and the comedian could fight for hours and yet none would win for how could they? Gaster was their true master, their true god and the one truly pulling at their strings. He had full and complete utter control over the two of them, he had won and there was nothing anyone could say or act to change that.

Long since had he perfected [Y/N]'s code, masked the bond that the two shared given the shared nature of their souls. The only part that remained within their minds was the desire to kill, the desire to triumph over the other and then present the head to Gaster, their lord and god, the one they would butcher entire worlds and civilisations should that be his request. The glitch and the anomaly were his puppets, containing no self will or desire to act out against him. It was futile to even call them living beings for what was a living creature without a mind of its own, without the ability to think for themselves? No, they were nothing more than objects that would carry out Gaster's bidding until the end of time.

Of course it had not been easy making them this way. It had taken several uses of the Overwrite button, several different experiments to figure out what made each of them tick, what made each of them break. But that didn't matter now for Gaster had finally reached perfection, had finally reached the tipping point. They were puppets now and nothing more, puppets with strings he would always pull within the new world he would create, the universe with a perfect ending, a universe with no resets and thus creating no more alternate universes, no more noise. It would be harmony.

The human let loose a snarl and lunged themselves at Error, summoning a [F/C] dagger that was aimed straight for the comedian's chest. And the skeleton sidestepped the attack and slammed his elbow into the base of the human's neck, a cry tearing from the human's lips as they crumbled to the ground, twitching from the pain. Error took a step closer to the human, his hands alive with black flame that crackled with nothing more than the desire, the intent and want to kill the very thing that trembled before him. But with a fluid motion, the human rolled and avoided Error as he slammed his fist into the empty air that they had once been in. The glitch snarled and whipped around to face the human, his fingers twitching. The human let loose a shriek of laughter and thrust the dagger at the comedian, knocking him to the ground.

Attacks such as these were normal, frequent in Gaster's observation. They would never stop fighting unless he commanded it, yet one could not kill the other for they were perfectly matched, sharing both half a soul and being half of the balance that cycled through the Void, the balance between all things good and evil.

"Enough of this," Gaster mused and the two immediately stopped, whatever vendetta or hatred they felt for one another vanishing as their master called upon another order. They bowed as he walked towards them, lifeless statues that would only move again when he commanded. That was what Gaster craved, desired even, the illusion of being a god, to have servants that would serve for him and die for him without a moment's hesitation. "We have work to do, do we not?"

Gaster had spent years designing in the back of his mind what his perfect world we take shape as, every detail and every aspect planned out to the very precise coding. That was the funny thing, he often thought. Many thought that perfection came from a world without violence, a world where there was no chaos or suffering, but it was quite the opposite.

A world of perfection, the ultimate utopia, that came from violence and bloodshed. When there was war, when there was chaos and suffering, only then was that considered perfection. Because none were every satisfied from a happy ending, from the whole world living together in sadistic harmony until the end of time. Human and monster nature was to kill, to fight and always push the opposing species to the brink until the end of time. When there was war, there was peace.

Because with war would the main human of the storyline would feel no need to reset for there was always some new adventure waiting for them, some new story that was just waiting to be uncovered. There was no need to reset then because the storyline would never end, not as it did with Undertale or Storyshift or whatever those damn universes were called. No, Gaster's universe was the first and the last, the only one that would ever exist and not birth new alternate realities in the first place.

What if the war had never ended between monsters and humans, what if the very thing that had made the Undertale timeline so unique, the very thing that had caused all the different univeses to form, what if that war had never ended? What if the monsters had never been thrown Underground and the conflict between the two species never ceased, always fighting, always killing? No Underground, no pacifist or genocide routes, nothing but chaos. Nothing but murder.

Gaster waved his hand and a single four-point glowing star formed within the palm of his skeletal hand, the light dancing across his fingertips. "This is where our utopia begins," he whispered and looked from the human to the glitch. "This is where everything starts and everything ends, do you understand?"

"Yes!" The two of them gasped in unison, each sharing in the same desire and intent to please their master for that was the sole purpose of their being.

"But," Gaster continued, "in this new world, you will not remember me, but that does not mean I will not be watching. I will always find you no matter what, no matter where you run and where you hide. But just because your memory of me has ceased to exist does not mean that the two of you will feel any differently for one another. I have still perfected your codes, you are still my creations and the two of you will continue to fight against one another as equals within this new world, is that clear?"

"Always," the human and the glitch replied, trembling at the prospect of their master's power.

Nothing more than puppets, nothing more than my play things, Gaster thought snidely and pressed the tips of his fingers against the glowing purple star, feeling the true power of the Overwrite button course through his being as he went to work, crafting the code, perfecting it, creating his new world that none could escape from for he was its god and thus those inside would forever be his servants...

~ It's Raining Somewhere Else ~

You woke with a start, lungs drinking in the air, tasting the bloodshed and chaos of the world that ravaged outside. The war had never ceased, it was the same battle that your ancestors had fought and their forefathers before them. It would never end for each side, human and monster, both were equally as powerful. And yet you still fought, hoping, clinging onto the futile prospect that perhaps your side would emerge victorious, that the humans would finally gain the upper hand and exterminate the monster race.

We will never win, you thought glumly. Monsters were born with the inherent gift to use magic, able to fly themselves from here to Africa with a single thought. The ability to use magic came from months or even years of discipline for a human to wield. But yet the strength, the god-complex of the human soul was a rival and thus combated the monsters' strength and the wheel turned, the cycle never-ending.

The ground shook as the monster army once more made their presence known. The sheer force from the power that rocked the earth and the screams of the dying outside indicated that it was perhaps a stronger accompaniment of monsters than what most were accustomed to, having only been used to small groups of monsters.

You opened the flap to your tent and noticed a hoard of skeletons making their way towards the human camp, ranging from all different sizes and colour. Skeletons were one of the strongest rivals to humanity given that their souls were more durable than most monsters and their inert gift to wield magic as if it was nothing more than a third hand to them.

"Stations!" you barked over the screams of the dying. It was something you had done everyday for as long as you could remember, pitch camp, cling onto the false hope that somehow you would turn the tides of war for the better and finally forge a better future for humanity, only to have it torn away from you at a moment's notice. Hope is a bloody battlefield of disillusion after all, it often took sacrifice to change the world.

You searched the battalion for any signs of leadership, to identify just what monster was leading the front. Perhaps if you knocked out the chain of command, the skeletal army would collapse in on itself and disperse, thus greatly reducing the casualties for the humans. You allowed your veins to meld with the very nature of your soul, more of a natural reflex than anything after having used it for years on the battle field. Your hand was alive with [F/C} flames that seemed to twist and coil around your fingers as serpents with minds of their own.

You caught sight of a blaster that soared ahead, jaws alive with rainbow lasers that seared through the crowd of screaming soldiers below. Your jaw clenched at the sight of burnt and mangled bodies, anger coursing through your being and added to the energy that crackled in the palm of your hand. You aimed the flat of your hand towards the skeletal blaster and allowed the energy to break from your body, releasing a jet of crackling light that soared through the air like it was a part of some spectacular light show before colliding with the blaster and sending it crashing to the ground with a thud that echoed across the landscape.

"What the hell are you looking at?" you snarled, once more firing another beam of energy at another blaster before it could incinerate a group of cowering humans. "Fight them, damn it! Otherwise you deserve to forever spend the rest of your days rotting in hell!"

This seemed to snap several of the soldiers from their daze and they too closed their eyes, summoning the reserves of magic tucked away at their soul. When they launched their beams of energy at the monsters, it was nothing compared to the brute strength of the skeletons' attacks. But it seemed that a majority of the monsters' energy was centred around the blasters they summoned at will, huge moving objects that circled through the air and thus posing a weakness. If you could take down the blasters, the skeletons would be forced to rely on weaker attacks, which rendered them vulnerable. And then the humans could strike and drive back their forces. So the skeletons weren't invincible, it just took planning and strategy to figure out a way to best them.

And bones could break, after all.

You fired off another beam of energy at a blaster that circled overhead and charged towards the group of skeletons, summoning a dagger that hummed in tune to your heartbeat, slicing through the skeletons as you collided headfirst with them. As far as you could make out, there was no sign of any leader, but there had to be a mastermind behind it all, wasn't there? Someone that was controlling the front, directing the attacks.

There's something bigger pulling at the strings.

You stopped, feeling anxiety gnaw in your stomach. Why the hell would you think that? What mattered was right here, right now. You were pulled from your cloud of thoughts as a skeleton attempted to stab a bone through your heart, a careless and sloppy attack which you easily parried and lopped off the damn creature's head with a flick from your dagger, slamming your foot into the decaying skull for good measure.

As you worked your way throughout the army of skeletons, avoiding waves of bones and lasers that fired at random, you emerged from the back, having ran through the entire army. Your head whipped around, trying to find the one behind it all.

There, right there!

Circling from behind on a black blaster was a skeleton that seemed to be shouting orders, maniacal laughter ringing from his throat as he drank in the scent of burnt human flesh. You narrowed your eyes at the sight and formed a ball of [F/C] energy in your hands as you had down numerous times, preparing to send the damn creature flying from the blaster he rode upon.

As you released the energy, the blaster swiveled around so that its jaws were gaping at you, glitching slightly as it awaited the command to kill from its master that rode atop it. "You're going to have to try a lot harder than that sweetheart," the glitch of a skeleton growled and jumped from his blaster, removing his hand from his coat pocket to reveal a hand alive with black flame. "Do you think you can win that easily? How stupid can humans get?"

You adjusted your grip on your dagger and charged, aiming the tip for his skull. The skeleton laughed and dodged the attack as if you were nothing more than a fly, laughing all the while. "This really is an entertainment, but with regret must I leave. We have more important things to do anyway, you know, killing off the human resistant and such."

Anger built within you and you waved away the knife, the weapon disappearing in a cloud of [F/C} mist. You then interlocked your fingers and fired off a bolt of light, the energy incinerating the blaster the skeleton was about to climb back onto. There was a brief pause for a moment as the skeleton observed the ruins of his blaster before turning back to you.

"You really don't know when to stop, do you? You could have left and climbed back into the hole you came from, but yet in your arrogance do you put yourself at risk again. Such a shame," he sighed and swiped his hand downwards.

And before you could react, before you could do anything, a bone collided with the base of your skull and you fell to the ground, reality pulsing before all went still.

Someone else was pulling at the strings.