Zenith's!Tale (Lore)

## Characters

(In order of appearance)

* Zenith's!Gaster
* Totality of Absolute, Pure Omnipotence
* Troll Of Realities
* The Oreo (TBA)

###### Part 1: A Mortal's Wish

Once upon a time, there was a man with a dream… This mans souls power was amplified 10 thousand-fold upon creation. Therefore by this enhancement… his emotions were also enhanced. Desire, positivity, anger, *love…* He called himself by the name of ¨Gaster¨. He appears… formal, most of the time. He wore a purple top hat with a black stripe along it. He wore a purple tuxedo, and a ¨lilac¨ colored shirt underneath the tuxedo. He wore pants the same color as the tuxedo and hat, and wore black shoes. He always carried around a cane with him. This cane was lilac in color, as it had a black stripe near the top… The top of the cane, had an orb. Where the black line is, the cane can actually be unsheathed to reveal a sword. Usually within the cane this sword is a simple, long, thin sword. But unsheathed; the sword magically thickens… This sword has the ability to cut the very fabric of fabric itself. Obviously this means it is able to cut the veil of which separates the worlds of life and death, cut through dimensions, etc. Of course he himself wasn't void of abilities as he did indeed have many abilities which many could deem to be… unnatural. He had a healing factor at a ridiculous rate of which was in fact so leudicrous it would be unnegatable. He had the ability to grab onto the minds of the weak (and strong, with more effort), and possibly control them. He had the ability to literally adapt to anything. *Literally*. He also had the ability to manipulate certain… things. (Example: Time.) Despite all his power… he remained mortal. This man had longed for immortality. He desired for the feeling of true power (even though he was already powerful. Greed alert?). One day, as he was doing his daily mediation; he fell asleep. In his dreams, he met a being whomst’s face was censored by 2 hands…  another pair of arms went behind it’s back, folded in a formal manner. It was in such a position to where it hunched, and it legs were crossed in a sitting position. It had another set of arms. The 3rd pair of arms were folded in front of it’s chest. It had… 10 wings. As if 10 wings weren’t bizarre enough, in each wing there was an eye. Each eye were different colors corresponding to the main fundamental soul traits. Determination, Fear, Integrity, Perseverance, Kindness, Patience, Bravery, Justice, HOPE, and HATE… (In that order; bottom to top.) As the entity spoke: “Gaster... Your prayer is to become an immortal… is it not?” Gaster took a moment. He wondered about this… being. And so after a long moment, he replied “Yes. I wish for the transcendence from my mortal self into an immortal form. I am tired of mortality. I have done what I can to be worthy. So please, Keeper. Am I not worthy? Need I do more for to prove to you my unworthlessness?” The entity responded shortly thereafter with a tone of sincerity and assertiveness. “You have done everything that is within your capability of doing when it comes to the service of others… You give, you claim selflessness, you care. These all qualify as worthiness of transcendence… alone. However; I sense greed in you. You plan to use your blessing of immortality to your advantage. That, Gaster, is not worthy of immortality.” As he looked at the entity in disbelief, he asked, confused; “W-what? W-what would make you think such a thing? I have done nothing but sacrifice for others. Tell me Keeper, how is that greedy?” The entity responded quickly to his claim. “You had not heeded my previous words in full. You have sacrificed as much that is possible in your point of view. But you have only done so in order to gain transcendence.” He stood there, still shocked. He once again pleaded “I-I said before that I am tired of mortality. I only want immortality so that I may leave mortality behind and form a new existence to better things. It may be from the lust of it; but I just want this fatigue to dissipate…” The entity paused a moment after his words. The entity responded once again “You know I know all of this… But I have come to the decision to grant you transcendence. But *only* if you so swear to use it only for good.” Gaster bowed in a respectful manner. “Thank you, Keeper. The generosity of your blessing will not be abused nor used in vain; ***I so swear**.*” and with that, the entity used a few parting words as confirmation to Gaster. “Wake up. Wake up and see the new world that awaits you, Gaster.” He woke up. The moment was intense enough that it took him a moment to realize that he in fact fell asleep. He also came to the revelation that it all happened inside of the dreamscape.

#### Part 2: The Deal

He got up, as he examined his hands, also examining his robe.. In meditation he changes into purple robes as he believes the color purple is of higher significance then mortality therefore helping him meditate better… His robe had… symbols on them. He noticed that the symbols… changed. He couldn’t quite get a grip on how at the moment but that was not his concern. Gaster opened the door of which was his meditating room, to reveal an unnecessarily long hallway. Torches along the walls, occasional chandeliers, and all of which being gold… Even the fire of them was a golden color. At the very end of the leducriously long hallway was a door with symbols on it. When he opened it there was an office… it had books, relics, and a closet of *sharp,*, perfect suits of which would be his usual formal wear. Of course in the middle of it all and by the window of which spread wide across the wall behind it; was a desk. A simple desk made of Quink wood of course; and a coffee mug onto the right-hand side of it. A lamp on the left side along with an iron-ball pen. Nobody quite knows why he used this pen, as it was a bit ancient compared to your modern, everyday pen; but still. It seemed your average, everyday office of a sharp, keen sensed business man. But no. The relics it held? Those were millions of years old. And the man himself? Of course it was none other then Gaster himself. As he tiredly walked over to his desk in a exhausted manner of which’s fatigue would be unrivaled, he heard a strange noise outside… He rolled his eyes as he went to his closet for a fine suit to continue his day, but then he heard it again. He opened the curtains of the window, and found nothing. Just an absurdly tall tree reaching all the way up to his window, of which was 77 feet tall. When he turned around to continue with his day, he heard the noise again. He turned around, opened the curtains and the window, In an irritated manner, he yelled from his balcony; “Would whoever is making that noise kindly *STOP NOW?* It’s irritating and is delaying my work.” He had an expression of disappointment and disgust…. But when he looked around, he saw nothing. Not anyone, anything not even the birds that usually rest in the ancient, treasured tree of which is always full of life. He scoffed, and decided to go back to work. As he went to sit down, and went to grab his reading glasses, he heard the noise yet again. His eye twitched. His expression of which used to be neutral, faded into an irritated, dare say even angered one. He got up swiftly, slamming the desk with his hands. “ALRIGHT. I’VE HAD ENOUGH! WHOEVER IS HIDING, I INSIST YOU COME OUT RIGHT THIS INSTANT!” A portal then started forming in front of the desk. Out popped a being of which… oddly enough, looked like a triangle… a yellow triangle. It also wore a tall, black top hat as it had 4 limbs. Obviously these limbs were 2 arms, and 2 legs. What was peculiar about them, though; was they were also black. The triangle was hovering over the ground… in a kind of meditive position. It soon enough turned around to face Gaster. It had one eye in the middle, and… a bowtie underneath it. No facial features; just the eye… “Well well! If you insist!” The strange being replied to Gaster’s previous gesture of enragement. “W-what are you?” The being quickly jumped out of stance, having it’s arms and legs dangle downwards as it continued to hover. “The name’s Bill Cipher! And I have come here to ask you some questions, Gaster.” Gaster paused for a moment. Trying to comprehend what in the hell was going on. “What do you want with me, Bill?” Bill quickly responded “I take it that you spoke with The Keeper. That’s no easy feat! The Keeper must really like you if they gave you, not only any audience with them, but immortality transcendence too!” Gaster had an expression of curiosity, as he was shocked of this revelation. “H-how do you know that? I haven’t told anyone about that!” “Oh, I know lots of things! L o t s o f t h i n g s . . .” His voice became distorted whilst saying the second statement. His Voice went back to normal when he continued “Kid, your sudden transcendence in power is what brought me here to talk with you.” Gaster took a moment before he remarked; “*kid?* I am no child!” Bill interrupted “Gaster, I’ve lived for 98 quintillion years. Everyone’s a kid to me. Besides; I meant no real disrespect. It’s what I call everyone.” “So clearly you haven’t met anyone older then you if you call everyone childre-” Gaster remarked again from Bill's comment, but Bill once again interrupted Gaster “Actually I have. There’s only been one I’ve ever met that is older then myself. But that’s another topic altogether! I’m here to talk about you!” At the start of this sentence, his eye widened, as it displayed a universe. But then it went back to normal, as he made a gleeful expression, going over to put his arm around Gaster. Gaster would have an expression of disgust, moving away from Bill as he attempted putting his arm around him. “Why are you *really* here bill? Do you want my knowledge? My power? Hell, my life?!” “who-o-o-oa! Nothing so extreme! All I want is ***to make a deal with you.***” “Oh? And what would this “deal” entail?” Gaster again remarked, not trusting bill as of his actions. Bill was swift to reply: “I want you to work with me, I lost my physical form, and you can help me get it back. That simple.” Gaster took a moment to consider the offer. “What would I get out of it?” “Well now, that’s the real question isn’t it? If you help me get my physical form back; then I’ll give ya something. “ Gaster took a moment with an expression of curiosity, thinking. “What would you give me?” Bill, again, being a faster talker; replied swiftly and with enthusiasm. “I will give you the power of reality warping if you help me.” “... Go on?” Gaster implied, clearly even more curious now. “What I mean by reality warping is the general ability; not just some things. As an example, you could create ***life itself***.” Very interested, and bewildered, his expression changes to one of subtle shock, and approval. “Alright. I accept your terms. Only if I get my end of the deal after helping you. “ Of course! You have my word… Now… tick tock. `` Bill’s eye turned into a clock, as he held out his hand expectedly; as to *shake hands to seal the deal.* Gaster hesitantly held out his hand to meet Bill’s. Bill shook his hand firmly, blue fire going down from his “shoulder” to Gaster's. The fire went away as his eye went back to normal. “Great! Now to begin on the tedious part. They say the harder the task the greater the reward and in this case nothing could be more true!” Gaster had a sharp, confident expression. “What is this… tedious task?” Bill would immediately remedy Gaster’s doubt with a serious tone and answer “We have to find it. The rift.” As from the shock of both the serious tone and confusion of not understanding what he was talking about, Gaster asked Bill “What rift are you talking about? There is more than one, you know.” “I speak of the Asgiunsium Rift of the Stars.” Bill made his immediate reply continue in the same serious tone as before. “The Rift of the Stars? Do you speak of Rift A-1344-998?” Gaster replied just as fast, in order to keep the pace of the conversation going smoothly. Bill continued, confirming Gaster’s question. “Yes. Whatever you may call it; it is an exceptionally rare rift that is estimated to form only every 1.4 quintillion years. Why I must seize it’s power to release myself from the nightmare realm and gain a physical form.” Gaster looked at Bill, pondering whether or not to help given the power of the rift and how easily Bill could reject the promise of the deal. “If I help you get this rift’s power… you will give me the ability to create life itself?” Bill replied as swiftly as ever “Of course! A deal’s a deal… after all…”