Anima Project Chapter 0: The Before

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Real World…
A man with white, long gray-white hair stormed in the room. He was a loner all his life, and ostracized for most of his life, so when Undertale came out, he immersed himself in it. Now, Undertale was busy playing on the monitor on the desk. He was crying, his brother just died, after getting diagnosed with a quick acting virus; Omnicron, or Covid-19, his wife left him, and a hacker stole very important info about his company, then left a Virus that also corrupted his PC, affecting all the very important data on there, and some of his Undertale files, making him get fired from his job. He was so angry. He lost everything, so he wanted to lose himself in the game. He was facing Sans, as a result of his genocide route. He got so mad that he threw his PC against the wall, cracking the screen, and breaking the game. Then he proceeded to hang himself. He woke up in a red-purple dimension that flucuated like Dormommu's face.

"Where am I? Is this Hell?" He asked, confused.

A girl with gray hair, black soulless eyes and stitches down one of them

appeared in a glittering black dress.

"No, but this will be your Hell." That came out of the girl's mouth, yet also

everywhere around him.

“W-what do you want from me, w-who are you?”

“I am Discord, and you will my star plaything.” Discord said.

“What?!”

“''Your name is now Ruin. I shall enslave you, you shall become Ruin.”'' It said.

“I-” he didn’t even get to finish his sentence. His mind was immediately

shattered as he was tormented by everything negative possible. His own

thoughts hunted him down, and he could never know what was reality and wasn’t. All he could do as pain racked every quark of him, and his emotions

were replaced with utter despair, was scream.

Such an inhumane scream sounded like birdsong to Discord. It loved this. The

inhumane scream was so forceful that it actually shattered his eardrums and

his vocal cords at once, causing his ears and mouth to bleed. He kept choking

on his blood, and Discord trapped him in the choking, for an indefinite time,

while ripping his soul out of him slowly, dismantling it, and putting it back

together all while it still was attached.

“Perfect.” Discord said.

In the Undertale back at home, where the PC was shut off, an officer found the

hung man in his home. Seeing the PC, and barely scraping by, he sought to restore it. He had a friend restore it for him, meaning for it to be a birthday present for his son. It would take a couple of months for this to happen.

Undertale
A glitching Skeleton sat in the Judgement Hall, his face tear-streaked. He remembers everything. Not only everything including the countless genocides and timelines, he remembers things he shouldn’t. Dust Sans and his killing, Error 404 and his loss, Infected and his torture. His mind is split down and shattered, every mentality of his counterparts jammed in his mind. In addition to that, his mind kept switching between them, and their adventures. Virus 404 Sans, Cross Sans and his escapades, Epic!Sans and his fights, and countless Sans’ being created and the simultaneous death of Sans’. He was losing himself in their minds, not able to see around himself.

Fused Code Sans looked among the UT game files, having sensed something… interesting. Finally, he found it. An AU with a huge anomaly. He delved into the game, making himself invisible. ''The anomaly’s signature is all around here. I’ll have to search for whoever it is the regular way.'' He thought. Monsters ran all around him, but the area smelled like dust. Somebody just reset. He ascertained, as he traveled. Within moments he found where the anomaly was

coming from. A Sans? He saw the skeleton, with unfocused now gold eyes,

skimming all around rapidly, sitting in a heap on the floor.

“Hello?” He asked.

No answer.

“Hey, I said hello.” He said, tapping the Sans on the shoulder.

Sans looked up, his talking was helping. “Keep talking.”

“Um, ok. Why are you here, in the Judgement Hall? The person just…” He

stopped because he checked the game files. There was no record of a reset.

“What the…”

“Keep talking. Who are you? And what are you talking about?” Sans asked

through gritted teeth, his body wracked with pain. He gripped Fused Code

Sans’ sleeve.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“I-I don’t know. My mind… It’s broken.”

“Let me see…” Fused Code Sans tried to look into his mind, but couldn’t. “You

gotta let me in.”

“How… No I know.” He opened his mind up to Fused Code Sans. Fused Code

Sans looked into his mind.

“Holy crap! What happened to you! You have all these different Sans in your

mind?!”

“How many?”

“All of them! How are you surviving right now?!”

“I’m not.” His smile turned into a frown, as his body started melting. “God, I can’t

m-melt. Papyrus will be-” his mouth was melting.

“Oh, no, we can’t have that.” Fused Code Sans put tried locking his mind, but

there was resistance. “Come on buddy, you gotta help me out here!”

No answer.

“Come on, you got TIBIA good brother to Papyrus right? He’ll be wondering where you are at, and why you aren’t attending to your puzzle.” A congested chuckle. And the equivalent of I’ll try. Together they sealed the active parts of the Sans’ memories back in the back of his head. Sans immediately stopped melting, and reversed, until he looked like a regular Sans, with golden eyes.

“Ugh… Thank you. Who are you?”

“Fused Code Sans, call me Fused or Code.”

“Well, I ain’t got no other name other than my own. I think you guys call me Classic?”

“That’s not really befitting for you, I think it’d be better if your name was…

Actually I have no idea.”

“Me either.” Sans said, “But I gotta go tell the King about what I saw.”

“Well, good luck.” Fused Code Sans said, attempting to erase his memory and disappear. He couldn’t erase his memory.

“Where are you going?” Sans said.

Fused Code Sans thought for a moment. This is an anomaly, better watch him. "I’ll be gone for a little bit, making sure nobody else finds you guys, okay. Meanwhile, we have no idea when the human-”

“You mean the Player?”

“You know about that?”

“Yes.”

“Well, yes, the player will show up, so gather up everyone you can. Evacuate everyone to the capital.” Sans shortcuts away. Fused Code Sans disappears, thinking this anomaly is very interesting.

King’s Chamber:
Sans shortcuts in the King’s Chamber. “King Asgore!” He said.

The King looks up from his flowers. “Hello… oh. My Judge, what are you doing here?”

“It’s about the… the Human.” “A human? Have you found one?” Asgore said, his voice just a tad sadder.

“No, I’m here to tell you we need to evacuate the citizens of Snowdin to the Capital!”

“A cup of tea?” He asked.

“Uh, ok.” Sans sits down on the flowerbed, still a bit overwhelmed. He patiently waited for the King to return. After he did, he told the King about what would happen, and why, also who was controlling the Human, as well as what was happening to him.

“So you’re saying… We live in a fictional world, just characters to play around with by some God? If that’s true, we are doomed anyway. This God has been very well versed in how to attack us, our strengths and weaknesses. And about you, that’s very interesting. You are telling me we have different counterparts in different Universes, and different routes in different timelines, with some of them being a way to peacefully break the barrier. Including 93 different endings to this game called… Undertale. Even if there was a little glimmer of hope having the ‘Player’ save us, the database is filled with Genocides. We’d die either way.”

“Still, we have to take a chance!” Sans said.

“Even if we are doomed, we should do the best to atleast make everyone live a little longer. I permit this. Use your teleportation to tell everyone to evacuate to the capital, on my order, and facilitate this. I will stay here to receive them. What is your game plan after this?”

“I don’t know, but maybe that contact I told you about can help.”

Asgore smiled grimly. “Hopefully.”

Sans shortcuted away.

Sans spent the next few days evacuating the citizens, but some wouldn’t leave, even after he told them they might die if they stay. One of these was Toriel, who Sans got to meet.

“Toriel, we’ve got to go. You will die if you stay here!”

“Sans, I know that I may die, but I choose to stay here, to see if they can change. I for one, can never turn my back on anyone. And you know that.” Toriel said.

Sans was desperate, and tears flowed down his face. “But-”

“No buts.” She silenced him with a single sentence. “I will stay. If there’s a chance that I can stop this disaster, I will take it. Go on Sans, evacuate the ones who need it.”

Sans smiled sadly. “Okay.” He shortcut away.

Sans sat in the corridor, thinking sadly. Undyne and Toriel chose to stay, along with some Monsters. Mettaton decided to go do what he was made for when the Player came down. He wondered what his game plan really was. For some reason, he started seeing random lines of 0’s and 1’s in the air. “What?” He asked himself, playing with the strings.

A few days later, Fused Code Sans appeared. “Heya Sans.”

“Heya.”

“You came back?”

“Yeah, I’m here to tell you that the person who owns the PC has booted it back up. Nobody has entered Undertale yet though.”

“Ok.”

“Well, bye-”

“Wait!”

“What?”

“What are code lines doing visible here?”

“You can see them? Well I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Look, I’m able to manipulate them, create them, destroy them, and change them.” After a pause, he added, "Preetty cool right?"

“Well, how about you teach me how to do it.” Sans said.

“Shouldn’t be too hard-”

“I can move it with my mind.”

“Wait what?” Fused said, confused.

“That thing you just did, I can do it with my mind, but I’m not very adept at it yet.”

“With your mind?” He asked.

“Yeah, kind of what I just said.”

“That’s cool.”

“I think it will help in the fight against the Player. Can you also get Gaster?”

“Gaster? Yeah, he can help us in teaching you.”

“Also, I can do some things now.”

“Some things like what?”

“I can use other Sans abilities. I don't know exactly which ones or anything but...”

“Really! Ooh, even more of an anomaly! Gaster can help you with that!”

“So, where is he?”

“Oh yeah.” *Summons Gaster*

“Hello brother.” Sans said.

“I thought he was your father?”

“No, in Toby’s post, he did say me and Pap had another relative, but he blanked out the rest. What fits in the post is brother, not father. Gaster is our brother.”

“So, I heard you have all your Sans counterparts in your head?” W.D. Gaster said.

“Yes.”

“Very Interesting. Fused Code, he will be fun to teach.”

“Yea.” Fused Code Sans said, “Time for the teaching to begin.”

Summary:
This is the introduction to the Anima Project! Go check the rest out there!