Misery Loves Company

Clues

You stare at the Ink who seems to be finishing up painting his last rib back into it’s place, his back to you. You smile, silently making your way behind him before gripping his hands with your tendrils, his back pressed against your sternum. “ink” you say, him freezing up from his original struggle.

His breath hitches as you lean down to the side of his skull, his shortness not helping you. “where is cross?” you inquire with a rather soft tone, it sounds nice but surely Ink hears the hidden threat if his whimper is anything to go by.

“i-i don’t kn-know” he squeaks, tears beading his eyesockets. Dream and perhaps everyone else would feel pity at this scene but you don’t, knowing that his feelings were not right. They were fake and much too simple to even compare to the true emotional range.

You sneer in disgust, feeling truth emanate from him. “hmm, very well” you hum, thinking as you open another portal and releasing Ink from your grip. “you’re-you’re n-not going to hurt me?” he asks, his sockets wide with question marks floating in the center.

“despite what you may think, i am not inherently evil, ink, i merely do what i must” you say, frowning as you roll your eyelight. You jump through the portal before Ink can continue speaking to you, thinking a conversation with him would just be a waste, him being so forgetful.

Looking through the AUs proves to be a waste of your time, as you stop finding clues after Outertale and Martiantale. You feel frustrated and worried as you return to your castle, sending a pulse of magic to your inner group that have been helping with the search.

They’re quick to return, “did any of you find anything?” you inquire, taking out the scarf and furred jacket that Cross wears at all times, both slightly torn and little black scorch marks on both. Everyone frowns.

Dream nods, “i found a bunch of slightly bloodied golden feathers and this golden heart locket”, he presents both and you inspect both. The chain of the heart locket being broken and a majority of the feathers being broken at the tip with marrow leaking from them.

Running your magic over both, you sense that most of the blood is Cross’, though some comes from the capter, who has a magic similar to Dream’s magic. You hold your hand up, a beautiful wooden carved box appearing in your hand, a depiction of Cross and his likes carved delicately into the wood. Cross’ name is in cursive, written on the top of the lid.

You place the items, bar the feathers, into the box. Then place the bloody feathers in a glass box, sending both boxes to your room. “killer” you call, him perking up at his name, “you have a new mission, i will not tolerate failure” you say sternly as you look at your right hand man, “find and kidnap; medic sans, science sans, and genocide sans. if you succeed, you may have a reward of your choosing” you state.

Killer nods and your tendrils curl in satisfaction, “good, you’re all dismissed, i have someone to see as well” you say, “horror and dust, please keep an eyelight out for dream while i’m out” you order. Once, Horror and Dust nod, you open a portal to a pure white void.

Closing it behind you quickly, you look around, knowing you got the right coordinates as you look at the multitude of souls and puppets above you.

The anti-void...

Finding this place the first time was pure luck and fortune, finding it a second time required skill, precision, and power.

You look around, spreading your aura until you find a beanbag and a box not too far from you. Though the area was devoid of life at the moment, meaning that the destroyer was out at the moment, probably destroying.

Your tendrils wiggle as your corruption is fed by the despair and rage of the souls that surround you, you can even hear whispering voices if you focus on them.

How interesting~.