The theee souls floated before me and in the middle of my avatar, i cut a piece from each and drained a bit of hate from determination.
I then returned them back and Started. First i contaminated determination with hate then shoved it inside the Avatar with no pity, then i shoved preservence and forced it to stabilize with determination and finally i combined Bravery into it and soon a new soul began to form.
"And something went absolutely wrong" Yeah so the soul was turning upside down, which i don't really know what that means, usually upside down souls in undertale belongs to monsters but something strange happened a gain.
You see the hearts in undertale are heart shaped but what i am seeing now is one piece of the heart is upside down while the other is
right-side up. It looked… fractured, not in the same way as the blank slate avatar I had originally created, but more like a piece of something had been twisted, almost as though the soul itself was trying to reject what had been done to it.
The avatar then opened its eyes. "Yo, hello creator i wonder why you are looking at me like that, are you scared of Anarchy?"
"And you immediately got a personality faster than Justice…so looking at how you presented yourself, i will call you anarchy because your soul is at constant chaos and order clash within itself. You're like a ticking time bomb of unpredictability, huh?" I chuckled, though it didn't feel reassuring.
Anarchy tilted its head, an eerie grin forming on its face. "Chaos and Order? I'm more than that, creator. I'm the raw force that bends the rules, that makes everything uncertain. You wanted a weapon of destruction, but you got me, and I'm not just a simple tool."
I narrowed my eyes. The avatar's voice was unnervingly familiar yet not, as if the very soul I had crafted was speaking in a tone that didn't belong to me—more like something born out of a chaotic mix of all those emotions, a reflection of the instability I'd injected into it.
The heart inside Anarchy's chest pulsated violently, the upside-down piece flickering with erratic energy as if it were alive, trying to escape the fusion. "I don't know if I'm your weapon or something else," Anarchy continued, voice now tinged with an odd sense of defiance. "But I know one thing for sure—I don't take orders from anyone."
"I…see, you have no use for me, goodbye" Since it was trying to defy me, whatever i'll just make a new one i snapped my fingers.
The moment I snapped my fingers, the air around us grew tense. There was an unsettling pause before Anarchy's voice cut through the silence.
"Is that how it's going to be? You think you can just erase me?" Anarchy's grin faded, replaced by a cold, almost sinister calmness.
I frowned, half expecting the avatar to simply dissolve, but instead, it seemed to flicker—its form warping, distorting in unnatural ways. The air around it shimmered with violent energy, like a storm in the shape of a person, full of unresolved conflict and raw, chaotic potential.
"You think you can just remake me?" Anarchy's voice was low now, filled with a strange sense of knowing. "You gave me this soul. You shaped me. Do you really think you can just overwrite that?"
[ANARCHY]
"Very well, it is my fault this happened anyways so, it looks like i'll just torture your new soul and beat you till you fuse" Since i didn't want to wake up nero, i did the most usual thing, thinking she wouldn't wake up.
With an unnatural speed, i grabbed the avatar by its face and threw it out of the glass window which broke on impact.
I then jumped out and landed in the streets of Cit-Z.
Anarchy came out from a corner rubbing its neck. "Damn Creator you throw like a bitch, are you sure you made me?"
"You know, i could just end it right now…but i realized i can't waste a soul wether it is unstable or not, if you aren't useful as an avatar, then i'll just use you as a negotiation, whether it's for some people" I summoned the True knife and swinged it to test it out a bit, i haven't used this in a while too.
Anarchy's eyes followed the motion of the True Knife as I swung it through the air, its blade gleaming with an unsettling shimmer under the dim light of the street. The avatar's grin didn't fade, though a certain wariness lingered in its posture.
"Is that supposed to intimidate me, creator?" Anarchy chuckled, but there was a hint of caution in its tone now. It seemed to be sizing me up, calculating its next move.
I twisted the knife in my hand, the weight of it familiar yet strange after not using it for so long. The energy it exuded was sharp, like a blade of intention itself. "Not exactly. But it is useful," I said, my voice calm, almost casual. "And in a place like this, useful things are better than unstable ones."
Anarchy tilted its head again, the chaotic energy around it flickering. "You're going to negotiate with me? You think I'll just listen to you after everything you've done?"
"Negotiations? with my own creation? wow well you just insulted me, oh well, say goodbye to your Physical form" The true knife glowed with red lines. Without a moment of hesitation, i lunged at the avatar and then stabbed its soul.
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"Hah, this won't hurt me?!" The avatar said. But.
[Anarc-]
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"You cannot escape the truth, if my damage to you is true, it will stay that way,there is no counter, there is no defense, only Erasure. And that my creation is True" The Spiritual body of the avatar disintegrated and the inverted soul floated on my hand, i whisked it away to my soul and olanned to ise it early.
I then looked at my broken window. "I should probably get justice to fix that and also…experimenting with Hate is no longer allowed, and i think two souls are my limit, welp it looks like i would just create an avatar Made from Determination and Perseverance."