Undertales of Friendship

by ngrey651

Heed The Man Who Speaks In Hands

Edward sat in his room, smiling as he finished another story, He regretted not having the ability to have Wi-Fi or an internet connection where he lived, mainly due to miscalculating the cost for his cell. But at least the cell he had was a smart phone, which was helpful. He pulled out the phone, flipping through several game apps, a pony maker app, a few IM programs, a checkbook app, until finally he got to Skype. But as he opened it, the phone went dark.

"What the...?" He said. Suddenly, an ear grating noise was heard, and he saw on the screen several small, shaky pictures. Edward tilted his head.

"What the?" He said. More pictures showed up. He stared at them.

"What is this?" More pictures. Edward now was convinced someone hacked his phone and was trying to communicate. But why in pictures? It seemed so strange. He noticed a few of them looked like hands.

Like.... wingdings.

"Wait a second." He said. he looked at the phone. "Look, whoever you are, I know you can hear me. And I see the pictures you are making. Are you using wingdings to communicate? Respond with a single picture... a hand pointing up."

A seocnd later, the tiny wingding appeared.

"Ok, progress. Now I cannot translate this unless I can copy this to a word file or something. You need to find a way to do so."

Suddenly, Edward saw the screen on his computer go blank for a moment, and when the picture returned, an IM window was opened. SOMETHING THAT NEVER SHOULD HAPPENED AS HE DIDN'T HAVE IM ON HIS COMPUTER.

"Ok.... what the hell is this?" He saw several WIngdings appear. He sighed and copied the wingdings over to a wordfile, then selected them. He changed their font to a new font, and when he did...

"OH THANK GOODNESS.... CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?"

"What the fuck?!" Edward said, wide eyed. He played along, his palms shaking, his body breaking out in a cold sweat. What was this?!

ME: Yes.... I can hear you. Who are you?"

Abit of translation later....

q27y4: Before I answer, tell me this.... do you believe in alternate realities?

ME: I guess I do.

q27y4: And do you believe things false in one reality can be real in others?

ME: Why are you asking?

q27y4: ANSWER.

ME: Yes.

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As the random text flickered, the user ID of the person he was talking to changed to one name.

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Edward was wide eyed. No... this could not be.... he was just a hidden character in a game! This wasn't real! It couldn't be real!

GASTER: It is real. And you are in danger. You and NGrey651.

Edward blinked. "How do you know of him?"

GASTER: I know you two are working on a fiction series. I know many in your dimension work on fiction series. I know you yourself made many. Furside. Seraphim. Fairton. Compton Hills. Friendship Kingdom. You have brought redemption to Chrysalis. Ngrey651 gave me a chance at knowing happiness. You have created a plethora of worlds.

Edward was wide eyed. "How can you know all this?! I abandoned some of those years ago, some because they insulted other writers!"

GASTER: Where I am I have seen it. I saw your stories. I saw so many of them... and I saw what happened when they were written. I saw whole other realities come to life, slowly formed by the writers. I saw creatures of all forms suddenly spring into existence. I saw monsters and machines, ponies and people, furries and ferals, I saw the furhunters, the Patron Entities. I saw them all. And I saw that THEY WERE REAL.

Edward was wide eyed. But Gaster continued.

GASTER: You and NGrey created a reality where the ponies of Equestria crossed into the world of my sons, found the transformed child of Asgore, and united the worlds. You even now continue to enhance and grow that world. I tell you this... you must be careful. You are both treading territory that may destroy us all."

Edward blinked. "What do you mean?"

GASTER: When Toby Fox created Undertale, he assumed it was a game like no other based loosely on Earthbound. He was wrong. It was something like no other... an unstable and shifting world where those who played it felt an honest connection to it. Such a connection made the boundaries unstable. In no time, the fiction and pictures, benign or adult, formed a variety of subdimensions before the world could truly mature. Now the barrier around where I am is weakening. With this echo in my heart and a bit of luck, soon I will be free... but so will they. They may already be close to reaching out to you."

Edward blinked. "They?"

GASTER: You know of whom I speak. I warn you to keep your work benign. If you do anything to upset the balance, if you do anything to break the seals on this world... then there may be no stopping what will occur.

Edward blinked. "But... it is just fanfiction! It isn't real! Like my stories, no one can actually be eaten and live, there are no alien furries or immortal children!

GASTER: Are you sure?

Edward was silent.

GASTER: The universe is not bound to one path. It has a set start and end yes. But on that road are a an almost infinite number of paths written and chosen by an almost infinite number of lives each affecting an almost infinite number of alternate realities. As such, in some reality, your precious youngling Charlie and his immortal kin DO exist. In some reality I AM REAL. And when the bonds around those realities weaken...

Edward finished. "Fantasy BECOMES reality."

GASTER: Correct.

Edward sighed. "What must I do?"

GASTER: For now, nothing. Warn NGrey. But say nothing to no one else. It will be his choice to share this information, and how. Even as we speak he is thinking of aiding me and granting me my soul back, which I gladly welcome to see my family and friends again, to taste Toriel's pie, to hug my brothers once more, to see the sunshine once more. But you must both be wary. If THEY are resurrected, or if the dark ones of your other realities resurrect them...

Edward blinked. "You mean... others could get there?"

GASTER: No.... they can go to your world. Why come here to a pastel pony land when they can go where they could get TRUE power?

Suddenly every light in the town Edward lived in went dark, save for the screen, Gaster's face appeared, and below him, translated slowly, was a single warning.

"WHAT WAS FANTASY CAN BECOME REALITY."

Edward sat back, the world fading up again, the screen now showing the image of a pink poofy pony. But Edward was not comforted. He copied the exchange to a txt. file, added what happened, and saved it, sending it soon after to his phone. He opened skype, and saw NGrey's chat.

"I hope you get this." he typed. If he was right, what just happened actually happened. And if that was the case...

Comments

[Nova Blaze]

Well. That happened.

[Dirty Bit]

This is some Gravity Falls shit right here

[ShadwSonic]

If I were Edward, I'd be a bit more worried. See, from how I understand different universes and multiverses, while their existence is REFLECTED by fiction, they aren't DEPENDENT on it. Meaning that these things Gaster is afraid of existing? They are already real...

[shinigamisparda]

Paranoia Feul anyone?

[Darkus Relling]

[color=0000FF]So, uh... do I get a discount for that fourth wall?

This is going to be meta. And I'm going to love it. Ahahaha!

[WorldWalker128]

When I first started reading this chapter, I was 1 inch away from unfollowing it and thumbing it down. I've seen LOTS of self-inserts over the years. Some were good, most were not. Most were generic or absolutely terrible. But then I stopped and thought about it while making dinner; I'm guilty of doing the same thing with a Zelda fic I wrote a few years ago. If I stopped following it purely because of THAT, I'd be a hypocrite, wouldn't I?

Besides, not all self-inserts suck. This might turn out to be a rare exception, if I but give it a chance.

[rainbowdashman]

uh i duh uh um..........MAY THE FANTASY OF EQUESTRIA COME TO OUR DIMENSION i think thats how he said it worked...

[Skyfall360]

Good luck everyone/pony. This seems like the end of the earth for reality