"So blue, uh..tell me about yourself." You say, in an attempt to erase the possibility of awkward silence.

You think he seems like a talkative person.

"Well, I like tacos, and im from underswap!" He says.

His answer was kinda short.
You try for a more in depth question.

"How did you end up here?" You ask.

Blue's usually positive atmosphere suddenly turns negative.

"You might want to sit down, it might take awhile to explain."

You both sit down, cross legged.
Blue starts talking.

"I believed in someone, as someone else failed me." He states.

"What do you mean?" You ask genuinely interested in what he has to say.

He looks even more negative after you ask that.

"Their are many alternate realities, some of them have a better chance of pacifist timelines than others, I'm from the more pacifist side of the multiverse. However, just because a universe has a better chance of pacifist timelines, does not mean that the inhabitants of that alternate universe share that same pacifism. So there are groups and individuals that universes side with, like multiverse politics in a way." he says.

"So multiverse politics are a thing, but how does that tell me how you got here?" You ask.

"I'm getting to that. As I was saying, I had a friend who told us he was the creator and protector of many Au's. But that title means nothing. His words and his actions told very different stories, he hurt those the swore to protect, he toyed with us like chess pieces in a game. I thought we were on the same team, but he lied to me. You can't believe the ones with sides, all they spout are lies. Those who dont choose sides are united under thier indifference. They escape the fate of those who choose. I chose a side once and it was a mistake, now im stuck with one side or the other. I believed in someone and ended up here. I believed in error and i still do, so ill stay till I save him.." He rants.

You cant even tell if he answered the question.

"So...you mentioned saving him, what exactly do you mean?" you ask.

his negative mood remains stagnant.

"he wants to destroy every alternate universe, including his own...but it'll never work..for every universe he 'destroys', their are countless new versions of the same universe being made.." he says.

"so your saying that if he were to say..kill everyone except one person in a universe, that there would still be another version of that universe where everyone is still alive?" you ask.

"yeah." he says, "basically his efforts are futile..if he truly wanted to destroy them, he'd have to convince the creators to do it, that and convince them to stop creating."

"the creators?" You ask.

"the people who allow our universes to exist, the ones telling and illustrating our worlds stories, and error can talk to them..but he cant convince all of them, many of them fell in love with his concept, his design, his character, and his story, so they'll never let him disappear.." he says.

"wait, error can talk to the creators?" You ask.

"yes, its not uncommon for the creators to communicate with theirs or others creations..i can speak to them as well, spend enough time here and you'll be able to also." He says.

"Are they..." you start before being cut off.

"the voices? yes they are" blue says.

"Oh...can they see us right now?" You ask.

"Not exactly" he says.

"What do you mean?" You ask.

"The widow to our world of which they are viewing us from is not in a video like format"
He says.

"What format is it like then?" You ask.

"An online story" he says.

"Huh..so what there reading about us and our conversations and what we're talking about right now?" You ask.

"Yes" he says.

"Don't they have anything better to do?" You ask.

"Probably, but it's their time so they get to choose what they do with it." He says.

"...huh..." you say, "So there reading this right now?"

"Yep" he says.

"............................" you don't know what to say.

"Oof..this is awkward now.." you manage to find the words to say.

"..." more silence.

"How do you deal with this knowledge?" You ask.

"Well I can talk to them..but that's not exactly better" he says.

"So, what kinda stuff do they say usually?" You ask.

"Well, they tell the recorder of our story that they are doing a good job..and they talk about peanut butter, and they liked the photos of you and ink." He says.

"Wait you saw that?!" You ask.

"Ink texted it to everyone." He says.

Stupid freaking ink!!!
The anti void is filled with your frustrated screams.

"You ok?" He asks.

"I'm perfectly f*cking fine." You say.

~

Sorry bout taking so long to update, I've been busy with collage and my job so I haven't really had time.. I only managed to update this because I had an almost finished chapter.. it's not that detailed and focuses more on the dialog..but it is what it is.

I just don't have the time.

I wish I did.

(T^T)