Misery Loves Company

Ink Has Dream?!

You stand there on top of the cold mountain as you wait for Ink and his little posse to arrive. That was where he wanted you to meet him, you were partially thankful.

Your thoughts were drawn away by Blue who was shifting in your grasp, trying to get more comfortable, “stop moving” you demand and Blue falls limp silently. You sigh, a bit irritated, your corruption had rubbed off onto Blue’s battle body a bit. You know it was easy to get out but still, now you felt a bit uncomfortable, the cyan and purple mix shining more in the spot where the corruption was rubbed off, almost like blood.

You were glad for how warm your corruption was when a breeze blew by, and you wrapped Blue a little tighter in your tendrils, hoping to keep him warm. Then you paused, “hey, blue?”, you feel Blue shift, “YES?” he inquires, “you know how i’m not a skeleton or a sans, yes?” you ask. “WELL, OF COURSE, YOU’VE MADE THAT FACT APPARENT MULTIPLE TIMES DURING MY CAPTURE” he says, and you nod, “can skeletons feel cold and warmth?” you question.

Blue pauses, “WAIT, YOU MEAN TO SAY YOU AREN’T AWARE?” he asks, and you scoff, turning your skull to face him. “i am not an actual skeleton, my real form is just too weak to withstand the magic around it, mine and dream’s bodies were based on you far before our birth”, you pause, socket widening, “does that make you mine and dream’s father?” you ask, more to yourself than Blue.

He answers anyway, “I SUPPOSE IT DOES?” he tries to state, but it comes off as more of a question, “ALSO AREN’T YOU CENTURIES OLDER THAN ME?” he asks and you tilt your head. “yes and no, your universe came before even mine, though there were no resets to keep me young as there were for you” you state, turning back to the trees in front of you as another wind blew through. “you still haven’t answered my question” you say.

“WHAT QUESTION?” he inquires but you don’t get a chance to answer as an inky portal opens on the ground, Ink jumping up from it with Color in tow, “finally” you sigh, a little exasperated. “you guys take forever for someone who got the destroyer to enter my universe just to deliver a letter” you say, unimpressed, Ink looks to Blue in your hold.

When his eyelights trail up to Blue’s face, they briefly flicker red. “what did you do to him?!” he shouts, making you draw back slightly, “relaaaxxxx” you draw out the word, “it’s nothing that should hurt too much, nor nothing that can’t be healed, i’m not that stupid” you state, rolling your eyelight. “so, after returning your teammate, what do i get in return? you made it seem as though you had something i’d want” you inquire, having an urge to rest your hands on your hips, you settle for placing them in your pockets instead.

“we do, indeed, have something or shall i say someone” Ink says, a wide smug grin on his face, you can’t help but tense, ‘what could he possibly have to make him like this’. He waves a hand to Color who just nods, sweating with a strained grin.

He opens a portal, two-way, and you can see the other side. The sight makes any words you attempt fall silent and your single socket grows wide, ‘that- that is Dream? How though, isn’t he with the others back at the castle?’. “dream?” you ask loudly, trying to convince yourself that it wasn’t him and that he was safe with the others in the castle, you can’t help your slight tremble.

“you know, we actually found him following you around, looks like we did good in snatching him” Ink says smugly as Color drags Dream into the opening, closing the portal, “he makes me feel too, why?” Ink demands, glaring, and you want to snap his neck. You want to look at Ink and give him your harshest glare possible but your eyelight is stuck on Dream’s battered and cracked skull, you tug at your twin bond to him and feel him faintly tug back.

“b-brother?”, his sockets open and his golden eyelights lock onto your form. “dream? why are you here, i told you not to follow me!!” you screech, shaking a bit, “hey!! don’t ignore me!!!” Ink shouts, making you look at him. It seems he didn’t catch Dream’s use of the word ‘brother’. “give him to me!” you demand, Ink smirks and though you can’t feel anything, you don’t need that ability to see how satisfied he is with your reaction.

“he must be really important to you” he voices, giving a soft giggle, Color takes this time to speak out, “he actually called nightmare, ‘brother’, ink” he says and Ink’s smile gets so wide, it seems unnatural. “oh, ‘s that so?” he hums rhetorically, looking at you with green and orange eyelights.

What were you going to do now???