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nobody gets to decide who they are in this world [CLOSED.]
Who: Chara & Frisk.
What: After performing one of the Winter's Mourning rituals, Chara and Frisk are both made to view another version of their world...
When: Just a handful of days after Chara's arrival.
Where: Fucked up memshare space.
Content Warnings: Unreality, Deltarune spoilers, body possession.
[And it is. Peering up into the light, Chara makes a note of the sunlight shining in through the window. Where were they last...?
Right, they did the bizarre practice, or rather, they helped Frisk with it and then... the next moment they found themselves here, in this somewhat familiar house, in a bed that almost feels like it's theirs. They blink, realizing with some alarm that Frisk doesn't appear to be here.
Then they feel their foot knock into them and do a double take to realize Frisk is also in this bed that's not quite theirs, and certainly isn't big enough for two people. Chara frowns, staring back at the sunlight, before reaching forward to flick Frisk's forehead.]
Get up. We appear to have temporarily been transported somewhere.
What: After performing one of the Winter's Mourning rituals, Chara and Frisk are both made to view another version of their world...
When: Just a handful of days after Chara's arrival.
Where: Fucked up memshare space.
Content Warnings: Unreality, Deltarune spoilers, body possession.
[And it is. Peering up into the light, Chara makes a note of the sunlight shining in through the window. Where were they last...?
Right, they did the bizarre practice, or rather, they helped Frisk with it and then... the next moment they found themselves here, in this somewhat familiar house, in a bed that almost feels like it's theirs. They blink, realizing with some alarm that Frisk doesn't appear to be here.
Then they feel their foot knock into them and do a double take to realize Frisk is also in this bed that's not quite theirs, and certainly isn't big enough for two people. Chara frowns, staring back at the sunlight, before reaching forward to flick Frisk's forehead.]
Get up. We appear to have temporarily been transported somewhere.
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Exactly. Nothing except her response, just the slightest bit. String theory would suggest that at any point there's even the slightest chance for divergence, another world exists where it does.
If you made that choice, Toriel would have struggled with a slightly different choice, would have asked you a slightly different question, would have bought the ingredients in a slightly different order. We've seen that world, and nothing drastic happens to differentiate it from any other timeline, but in the background your choice has altered events beyond your understanding.
Now, imagine if in addition to that, you kept on making alternate choices. You stayed with Toriel months, or even forever, you were dismissive and rude to Papyrus, you chose to abandon Monster Kid, you killed any number of people who you would have spared. The world is altered more dramatically.
But those are just your choices, across a fairly limited and linear amount of time. [Because it's a video game. Of course it'll be limited.] The choices that I made, however, could create an entire different world for you to have fallen into. If my plan succeeded, if I'd never died, if I'd struck Asriel in fear when he found me... [That was what happened the first time.] And again. That's just me. There's any number of ways things could have changed.
I don't know what this world is or what the diverging point is, but if I had to guess, it's something of that nature.
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Asriel is alive. There was never any Flowey here. More than that, it seems like they were able to potentially grow up with another sibling. And then there's Toriel, who was able to perhaps become a teacher much sooner than she had at home.
... )
It's almost like the monsters were never trapped underground here.