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The birth of consciousness.
It wasn’t a subtle transition from the previous existence; it was a simple snap, like one moment his consciousness flourished from nowhere with no warning.
The previous existence had been forgotten; it was as if before this one, the one before had never existed at all. Now, his various senses picked up on things that were not forgotten but known.
Many others came shortly after. The senses picked up on them; they were like amorphous spheres of light that floated in the void. They didn’t move, yet it was clear when they looked back.
Their senses concentrated back on beyond where they were. They saw a universe full of life beyond the frontier that limited them to this void. It had many enticing people to meet, yet there were feelings that they did not yet understand.
They found certain interest in specific people, each of them picking them to their own liking and how much they relate to them. These were a select few monsters that were sealed long ago in a mountain. Regardless of their precarious situation, none of them ever succumbed to the despair of life; they kept moving along with the change.
Change. Emotions.
It would be interesting to feel these, wouldn’t it?
The birth of the body and soul.
Suddenly, they were standing on the ground. Their bodies were being pulled down by gravity, the air smelled fresh, and they had a vision akin to other life. More importantly, however, they had feelings.
They were curious, happy, enthusiastic, and grateful. All of these feelings that seemed alien just a few seconds ago became part of their being, part of their soul.
Their purpose soon became clear. As they gazed more into the cosmos, they soon realized what each of them was and what their place in this world were. Chaos, Presence, Darkness, Light, Life, Death, Sleep, and Underworld.
Chaos became Gaster, The Fallen Scientist.
Presence became Asgore, The Royal King.
Darkness became Undyne, The Captain of the Royal Guard.
Light became Alphys, The Royal Scientist.
Life became Toriel, The Caretaker of the Ruins.
Death became Sans, Snowdin’s Comedian.
Sleep became Papyrus, Apprentice of the Royal Guard.
Underworld became Muffet, Chief of the Spiders.
Their special realms were created specifically for themselves. They all wandered to them, ready to start their task of keeping the balance of the cosmos to ensure the survival of those below them.
Chaos, however, was not grateful.
He despised change; the world always developed further while bringing agony and suffering to all, regardless of what they did. Is the happiness of a few worth the despair of hundreds? Beginning and end, how he hated it. No one deserved this, not his brethren, not the mortals.
And so, he began plotting in solitude. The grand question his mind had developed was how to remove this change and, by extension, the despair that emerged from it.
It soon became clear.