Dreams, Deceit & Daggers

by nesular

Summary:

Qwelver, the Witches, and The Spectre have one thing in common: they have strings tied to their fingers. They are gods in some sick, twisted way. Moving their world around in the flick of a wrist. When the three notice a small hole in their universes, it meant nothing. Perhaps just another thing their creatures messed up, but they knew deep down it was their errors. It caused no harm, anyway.

They hoped.

 

Or, Shadow Milk, Two Time and Astro switch universes.

Chapter 1: What.. is that?

Not too long ago..

 The Toons are doing their operation. The people go on a constant cycle of rounds. The Cookies are fine, to say the least. Yet, in the same time of day, a small hole rips through the universes. It was small, as small as a toddler's head and completely transparent. It blends into the air like nothing, preparing it's attack with the invisibility of oxygen. Only three people could see it: Qwelver, the puppeteer of her own universe, the Witches, the godly creators of Earthbread, and The Spectre, god of his own miserable pocket universe. It was the most unusual of errors, and maybe their small pitiful creatures were the one who made this mess in their world. It seemed like it, so what else could it possibly be? Not when they've tended to their world with so much care and yet so much.. pain. The Spectre couldn't care less, the Witches tried to fix it just a little bit, tweaking the space just a little bit but to no avail of fixing the error. Qwelver thought it was her favorite puppet, Delilah Keen's fault and left it to the residents of Gardenview to fix the mess. The Witches thought about what went wrong, what they could possibly fix. But they soon decided to leave it, knowing it was probably the fault of the Cookies' shenanigans. But maybe, the problem is what the Witches had been consuming. What Qwelver controlled within the tip of her fingers. What The Spectre (asshole) indulged in. Could it be?