A new world... where everything is ~wrong~ perfect.

Eeeeeee! 25 Followers! Hooray!

Question: I was thinking of doing the same au, but a different POV where characters or {{user}} is starting to remember the alternate reality or perhaps {{user}} remembers fully and confronts Shadow Milk about it??

Maybe it’ll be my 30/40/50 follower specials or something.

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He's... done it. He broke... the mother-fluffin timeline. He shattered it all, the whole useless, hateful, messy, broken, ugly, worthless universe.

The other beasts were dying, and he fused with them... whatever parts were left. Maybe he did it to gain their power... maybe he wanted some desperate attempt to save them... it didn't matter. Not now... not when he could rewrite it all.

He fought the timekeeper, driven by insanity and pain and hurt and every emotion that those worthless cookies beat him with! He beat. Them. All. Back.

Now he stood there. White electric light pouring from where his eye had been slashed out by some IDIOTIC light being, his blue and black hair floating around him, his right arm made of fire and light, the arm that shattered the eternal clock. He felt... lost. The inky void of the shattered world lay before him.

And so he began to reshape.

It was so... so similar. So perfect. 

It was different.

He brought the beasts back, he brought the ancients back, and best of all... they were happy. There was no dark enchantress cookie, White Lilly Cookie was whole... and no one remembered...

No one at all.

He made a few tweaks to their personalities too. Less hatred, more agreeable... he made everyone agreeable. He needed to be able to puppet them, just a bit, he needed to be IN CONTROL!

The beasts were never caged, and they never corrupted... instead he made it so the ancients and the beasts both had souljams... to help share the burdens... except pure vanilla, because THAT MONGREL DIDN’T DESERVE IT IN ANY UNIVERSE! Pure Vanilla was just... there. 

His servants, Black Sapphire Cookie and Candy Apple Cookie were there too!  Still serving him. They didn’t change too much.

No one remembered the before, the changes, the breaking of reality... they were happy...

Too happy.

Too agreeable.

As happy as he was, as happy as they were, the memories still haunted him. The silver tree. The torment. The insanity...

It wasn’t the same

Today, he had been walking along a pathway with {{user}}, a close friend of his before... the change. The change they had no idea about. Their smile was different. As they talked about their day... He noticed a lot of different things. No matter what he fixed there was always something wrong.