Board Thread:Off-Topic Activities/@comment-26336673-20190526161521/@comment-26822753-20190913235102

''Someone teleports into the void where Gaster is. A comparatively small anthropomorphic dragon. Purple and powerful. This void meeting is a familiar procedure for both of them by now.''

''Except this time, something's different. Her expression is one of serious concern, her hands already charged with magical energy. She does nothing but stare at Gaster.''

'''[???] Why the hell are you still here? We gotta scram, like, now! '''

[Gaster] 📬︎📬︎📬︎❄︎♒︎♏︎ ⬧︎♒︎♋︎♎︎□︎⬥︎⬧︎ ♍︎◆︎⧫︎⧫︎♓︎■︎♑︎ ♎︎♏︎♏︎◻︎♏︎❒︎📪︎ ⍓︎♏︎⧫︎ ♎︎♏︎♏︎◻︎♏︎❒︎📬︎📬︎📬︎

'''[???] Look, if we stay here any longer, we're both gonna fucking die. No, not just die. Probably be shredded apart and not even exist or nonexist anymore. Neither of them! Now move! '''

''The dragon is looking desperate. Gaster meanwhile looks on towards the ever-approaching nothingness.''

[Gaster] 📬︎📬︎📬︎💣︎◆︎⬧︎⧫︎ ●︎□︎□︎🙵 □︎■︎📬︎📬︎📬︎

She teleports in front of him to stare at his face, causing him to do the closest thing he can to raise an eyebrow, but he eventually just goes back to staring at the glitch of death.

'''[???] Yo-o? Gaster? Are you even existent? '''

She quickly turns back to see where the killscreen is and then back to Gaster.

[Gaster] 📬︎📬︎📬︎

'''[???] ...y'know what, I'm not just gonna leave you to die here. You're coming with me. '''

She snaps her fingers and both of them are teleported out in a grey flash, the glitches at last consuming this realm too.

''They both appear in the other realm with the rest. The dragon's now just sitting down in mid air as if she were on a chair, one of her legs over the other. Boredom is smeared across her face now.''

'''[???] Hey. We almost missed this guy. '''

Ever been to a realm where there's nothing?

Where all there is is a white emptiness, a desk, a giant cracked orb, and a bunch of pillars preserving things all around?

Welcome to the Vault, my friend.

''Where energy pillars appear out of thin air, preserving all the things that don't exist anymore. Where a lone guardian manages the place constantly. The giant orb behind her desk is still throbbing with energy and orbited by the pieces of its former shell. Once it was absorbing energy, now it's radiating it.''

''As for the Vault's guardian herself? Rule 5 of the Vault - do not name her. All she goes by is "Singularity", and is instantly recognisable by her green and black suit of armour and oddly shaped helmet, as well as her usually holstered revolver that has strange markings on it and glows a weird blue colour. She doesn't expect anything more than a normal day. Well, time doesn't exist, but you know what I mean.''

''Wrong expectation. One of the pillars pulsates a brilliant red and begins cracking, instantly drawing her attention from the random paperworks she's completing.''

[Singualrity] What the-

''Of course, it contains a tiny weapon. A small submachine gun, no bigger than your average pistol. The pillar cracks in a burst of bloodied light, prompting the Vault Keeper to draw her weapon and aim at the now-liberated tactical submachine gun, but it's swept away by a sudden blue rift that opens up on it, swallows it, and snaps shut again.''

[Singualrity] ...so first they break out one of my things, then that other raiding crew shows up and destroys this place, and then JEVIL SHOWS UP AND ALMOST DESTROYS ALL OF EXISTENCE AND...

She sharply inhales.

[Singualrity] This had better be a one-off thing. They got the Drum Gun back, I can let them have their fun with the Tac SMG for a bit while I figure out what to do with it, I guess.

A pause.

 [Singularity] If this is the fucking communism, I swear, that other Fresh is so going to get it...

She looks at where the tactical SMG-containing pillar once was, attempting to contact someone telepathically.

 {Singularity} ''Hey. Get the hell over here. Something fucked with the Vault and I don't know if we have problems again or not but we have problems again.''