The Beginning

How It All Started
2015 marked the start of many new things, both good and bad. One thing many were familiar around this time, however, was a now very familiar and popular game called "Undertale".

Today, some wonder how this community has reached this point in time, and if it still bares resemblance to what it once was. The most worrying things about the community long ago were ships, sexual content, and awful "try not to laugh" videos produced at a ridiculously high rate. All these things are still considered questionable today, but are not nearly as considered as other fan creations made as of recent, now making the community home to a contest to make the most powerful deformed creation, usually resembling everyone's favorite, Sans the Skeleton.

It has been obvious this game has inspired many people for the better and for the worst, both allowing people to express creativity in something they loved, and being connected to the spread of hatred towards anyone thought to be lesser for their own creativity, flaws, or other works or matters. But as the years went by, Undertale and its community has expanded, especially after the birth of Deltarune, giving way to new ideas and character concepts rather than being limited to snowy forests or ruined hallways.

At this point though, it was too late to revert it. All of what was created was starting to be too much to bear.

Indefinite Eradication
Space began to become much more limited in what was, at one point, considered infinity. There were too many Alternate Universes, too many powerful Original Characters (OCs), and too many AU combinations. They were all spread out significantly, but still somehow took up the seemingly never-ending chunk of space. Maybe you could blame the deities or the gods for not preventing it. Maybe they were just lazy, or were forced by others to watch as events unfolded. But there was one spot in the great vast open space that remained, untouched by any recently created universe, galaxy, or world.

The Omniverse had to make room somehow, and so it managed.

The Omniverse pulled in any uselessly generated thing, from furniture to characters to entire worlds. Anything even somewhat familiar without enough meaning or plot. Some put up a fight to the force and some accepted their own fates, but the result was the same each time. Forced into a extremely large, unknowingly generated super planet where color for its material would be almost nonexistent, with exceptions to the creatures that would inhabit it of course.

Entering the atmosphere of this super planet caused any living organism to become forgetful of their past lives, and any events witnessed or apart of beforehand. Their absorbed their abilities, with the strongest already being taken during transport. Anything deemed too unnecessary was scrapped for basic material, as it would be more useful for building together what would become a peaceful environment.

Some would remain, nevertheless. Some of these deformed OCs both unrecognizable and forgettable remained off in the distance, as there was no attention to be brought. Of course, there would still be peace to stand with.

However, peace is hard to come by without conflict.

The Start of Something Awful
Some may believe in "endings", but others believe "endings" bring forth "new beginnings", and something was certainly beginning to form from this. Within a matter of days, all uselessly generated OCs without purpose or anything to contribute, but still known, were all given a new home. A new variety of purposes settled in their hearts and minds despite their confusion however. A need to be apart of a society. A need to bring the start of an economy. A need to satisfy their hunger. A need to satisfy their thirst. A need for politics. A need for technology. A need for production. A need for service. A need for travel. A need for comfort. A need for luxury.

A need for almost anything imaginable and unimaginable.

Although an unfortunate few could not handle the impact, perishing either by the speed of the force or with a rough landing. Those few, instead of being part of an ever-growing world with a fresh start, were instead swept under the feet of man and monster, being left with what looked to be the end of their journey. A gooey, mushy, disgusting end, horrifying to the eyes of many.

But all that flesh, bone, and power had to go somewhere, and something would become of it. And so after some time, it rose. And it was hungry for control.