Prologue: The Mysterious Stranger
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THE BARRIER WAS CREATED TO PREVENT MONSTERS FROM REACHING THE SURFACE WHERE HUMANS RESIDED. IN A WAY, IT SUCCEEDED.
HUMANS ARE A STRANGE BUNCH, DETERMINATION DRIVING THEM TO DO THE IMPOSSIBLE.
I MUST MORE IN THE FUTURE...
THIS LAND IS INTRIGUING, I WONDER IF ITS LAWS WILL AFFECT THE SAVE FILES.
ONLY ONE WILL BE ABLE TO GIVE ME THE DATA FOR THE …
KEEP AN EYE ON WON’T YOU?
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Meditation is the strongest way to relax the body and clear the mind; it was a practice that Zecora integrated into her daily life. She envisioned wide open plains flat enough to see the other side of the globe. Grasses that extended well past her fetlocks were stroked with a darkened yellow hue and flowed in the breeze all the way to the ever extending horizon. A single tree in the distance provided shade for a small watering hole. The only sounds to be heard were the slow deep breaths taken by the lone zebra that matched in time with the winds in synchronized respiration with the forces of nature, and the sound of… SNAP!
The trance broke, Zecora’s ears shot up and eyes popped open as she returned to the Everfree forest. She was not alone. Zecora stood up, head turned to the left, looking for movement, listening for the sounds of approaching danger. Nothing was out of the ordinary, maybe it was just some animal running through…SNAP! This time from behind, she turned around to face the sound yet nothing appeared in her vision. Then there were the sound of steps, coming from behind again, but as she turned to face them they shifted with her, always staying to her back. A small bead of sweat formed on her brow, the darkness of the forest provided perfect cover for this intruder, and she was out in the open. She could make a beeline for her hut, it’s not too far from here…
She felt it, whatever it was, she could feel it right behind her. The steps had stopped, and her heart raced. Zecora knew it was right there, and she was prepared for whatever it would try to do. She began to mutter a prayer in her native tongue, but was interrupted by a stark voice,
“Behind you.”
So it was intelligent. Then maybe she could reason with it. “You trespass on my property, I ask you to please leave me be. I wish not for any harm to come, but I will not hesitate to give you some!”
Silence... dead silence... Zecora dared not to turn around to face this presence. It radiated an alien aura, even if she couldn’t see it.
“That’s no way to greet someone, why not just look me in the eye and say ‘hi’?”
It was so calm while it spoke; so calm it was terrifying. However, she couldn’t detect any malice in it's hauntingly low voice. Swallowing her fear, Zecora slowly turned to face this mysterious creature. The darkness of the Everfree made it difficult to see clearly, but it was a bipedal being, about as tall as her, and seemed quite wide in girth. The only other details visible were two glowing white eyes and a wide smile that pierced through the darkness like a spear. It raised an appendage towards her as it spoke again, “Put her there, pal.”
It looked like a friendly gesture, but it felt like a trick, like somehow the being would instantly whisk her out of existence at a single touch. But she tossed the thought aside, remembering a past lesson she taught a friend about not judging books by their covers. Slowly she raised a hoof to meet its…paw? Zecora’s eyes met the being's, and firmly accepted the gesture.
PPPPFFFFFFFFfffffftttttt…
“Ha, never get tired of the old whoopee cushion in the hand trick.”
There goes the feeling of overwhelming feeling of dread, as well as any sense of formality. After 'shaking' with the creature the details of it's form came into greater focus. It was wearing a rather casual looking outfit: a blue hooded jacket with a white shirt underneath, a darker article that was called…what was it? Pants? And for some reason it was wandering in the forest with slippers.
“So I take it you're one of the natives here huh?” Its voice sounded less threatening; much more lax in its tone than before. If she were to guess, this creature would likely be a male. ‘He’ spoke but there was no mouth movement to indicate it; he just kept that goofy grin on his…face? No need to be rude to a friendly ‘face’ though; she responded, “Yes, I live here in the Everfree. Do you need some assistance from me?” Always try to be hospitable to others, one of her oldest values in life.
“Actually yeah, I do. Me and my friends are kind of lost here. You know of a way out of these freaky woods? Maybe to a place we can stay the night?” With one hoof, Zecora pointed down a small path that headed east. She knew a friend nearby who'd be more than happy to oblige, and more than capable to help. “Ah, thanks Miss...”
"Zecora"
"Right, Zecora. I'l remember that." With that he turned to leave where she directed, but before he took a step Zecora asked him, “Before you go what is your name? And from where, pray tell, have you came?”
He turned his head slightly then pointed towards himself, “The name’s Sans, and I come from the world down under.” Her eyes widened at the sight of his ‘paw’, it was pale white in color, and bony in form. From the land down under? Was he from Tartarus?! “And as to why I’m here…” he added “that is something I also wonder.” The stranger named ‘Sans’ got quite a chuckle at her surprise. Nopony ever used her own cryptic rhyming on her like that, much less learn it that quickly.
With his arms in the pockets of his jacket, Sans returned to the darkness of the Everfree; he called out to someone as he walked, the words inaudible yet his gestures looked directive. Everything about this stranger was seemingly alien, but his actions more relaxed and mischievous in nature. Zecora’s attempts to return to her state of Zen proved difficult; her mind buzzing with countless questions like a wasp’s nest disturbed from its peace. Once the stranger disappeared from sight, she spoke to herself, trying to ease her nerves. She reassured herself; he did not seem evil, and they would know what to do with him and his friends... whoever or whatever they were.
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this has a lot of potential... im quite interested
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GOD DAMMIT! I COULD'T RESIST!! DON'T JUDGE MMEEEE I'M FROM THERE!!!!!
Good chapter....
The sight of a talking zebra who only speaks in rhymes in a creepy old forest...
It fills you with determination.
6788100 it fills you with detemmienation
A new story
It fills you with determination.
gasp
Sans is from Thestralia!
MOTHER OF GOD.
Its about time for a good undertale crossover.
I have absolute faith in your abilities to write a masterpiece.
6827264 that was clever kudos. Aussie Sans crocks socks and truocks so many more puns is goo is great.
It's me or the Wingdings is broken?
Welp, i finally fully translated the first message. Seriously, i guessed it was wingdings only because Undertale, my browser can't display them, putting the characters in a Word file transform them in random greek characters, Wingdings translators didn't work for some reason... No, i translated them ONLY WITH SKYPE. SERIOUSLY. You can paste wingdings on a message, it will display them for you normaly. You presse enter, the message is sent with the words directly translated in normal font. Skype is best
ponyWingDings Translator !More seriously, the last encrypted word was rather.... surprising. Because, it imply, strangely that Gaster (if that's him) know Spike.
Wow, that was the most Spoiler-ladden comment i've ever posted.