As you were waking up, you notice that you became Ink and that you were now the creator and protector of a messy multiverse.
with too many negative AUs
toxics voices
Many ennemies
Corrupting friends
etc...
you're gonna have a bad time fixing this...
'' I have little time left, which mean not much of train for my magic. I have to meet the bad sans in, let's say one hours, I'm defentless in magic and can't even use Broomie. The theory could be that Broomie and every scripts of the Doodle Sphere is way too unfamiliar with the new Ink, aka me. Considering that everything was made with Past me old magic, that means that I have to start from the start and recreate everything. Recreating everything would take me decades or centuries, and my first priority is a weapon, Broomie does not see me as it's owner anymore so I will have to create another one? What could suit me for a battle? If I could create something simple yet useful would be the cherry on top of the cream...''
I mumbled to myself, ignoring the confused voices that were asking me if I were okay. I grabbed a paper and a crayon and start to make a sketch of my potential weapon. At the result, I end up drawing a giant Paintbrush, just thinner and sharper at the brush part.
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Now that this detail is done, I just need to create it.
'' To create it, I think I'll need some times and energies. Like the description said, I need concentration and patience. If I fail this, it would be a waste of time and potential the death of PJ. Now if I just concentrate my magic in my hands... ''
I interrupt myself, closing my eyes. A warm feeling appears around my fingers but I didn't dare to open my eyes and distracted myself from it. I continued concentrating myself until I felt a mass between my hands and this was at this moment that I open my eyes.
I look at the mass of ink and start to imagine intensely the sketch of my new weapon. The mass start to slowly dissipate with two or three drops running around, forming at the moment a thin inky stick. It was a big first step.
And the hardest part was coming, where I had to form the details of the sharp brush part. Few of the droplet who were cercling the creation were duplicating and were now rotating faster around the almost formed weapon.
It was simple then expected, the massic energy created was following my mind and my will. The brush was almost done and look just like the sketch. The only detail missing was the colors but this is something I didn't know how to use so an idea pop out of my head.
Once solid and done, I pose the thin and sharp paintbrush on the 'ground' and walk toward a bunch of affairs that belongs to past me. I notice a working belt filled with colored vials and grab them. So many colors and so many choices.
I pick two colors, brown and green. I wasn't sure if it would work because past me only used them to feel emotion, something I don't need, well, because I have a soul..
I walk back to my first creation and kneel down to it's height. I open the brown vial and restart the process of concentration but, this time with my eyes open. Brown droplet of paint start to float out of the vial and head toward my fingers. I put the now empty vial down and focus the mass of paint in my hand into energy to cover my weapon of it.
