Waking up as Ink sans (v1)

Swap and Dream

3rd POV:

Resume of past Ink's relationship:

Dream was one of many skeletons that have been missing for some time, to be more precise a month. Everyone was worried about the positive guardian, even though they never show any sign of concern on their face, they feared the worst. Swap Sans was an exception, let's just say that he knew what the positive guardian was doing, and let's just say that he might not come back after another month, but this was both of their secrets.

He kinda missed when he would pass some good times at the base, hanging out with Dream, and even if it's hard to admit, he kinda miss when he was scolding Ink for being a lazybones. But now, he doesn't know how to feel about him anymore, hate or acquaintance?

The reason for Dream's disappearance is Ink and him only, and it was also the reason why Swap hated him. One month ago, (before the protag wakes up in Ink's body) Ink and Dream had a violent fight with each other, it all started with an argument about Ink only caring about the AUs and Dream only caring about the people then it quickly evolve to violence to the both of them fighting to the death.

Nightmare was here, watching while eating popcorn...

But it all stopped after a while, after Dream confesses his feelings toward the creator, he screamed how much he now hated him, that he doesn't want to see him anymore and that he regret having feelings with such a soulless 'shit'.

Yes, you have read this right, Dream called Ink a soulless shit, even Nightmare was amazed at Dream's choice of words but Error would have preferred if he had placed in his sentence the word 'anomaly' or 'useless'.

Yeah... this was kinda bad, the both of them had a moment of silence until Ink started to have a full tantrum of rage. And after that, no one knows what happened to the two, except for the two fighters and the judgy spectators.

The star sans temporarily disbanded after their fight and no one heard about Dream. Ink, on the other hand, was having a creation spree?
Is this how you call it?

He created a massive amount of universes in a short period of time that the destroyer, Swap's friend, had a very hard time following and was about to have a panic attack at the lack of consciousness of Ink. The poor destroyer was obligated to destroy every new creation that Ink was making, occurring many battles and new scars.

To be more precise, Ink was creating at least, a hundred of copies per day, leaving Error to do the shitty job and having a fit of terror every so often..

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Present time:

3rd POV:

Something was happening.

Ink felt like he was having a heart attack. His breathing was labored and his bones felt sweating. He felt it would burst, his soul. He couldn't think anything, only that his ribcage might get crushed any minute and his soul might burst open. He wanted to call for help but he couldn't, the fact that he didn't have any friends in his new life worsened his stats. The feeling had made him sweaty everywhere. He was feeling like his life was running out of him. His body felt so weak. He looked at his fingers, they were shaking uncontrollably. Trying to catch his breath, he tried to stand but to no avail. His hands weren't following his brain.

He was trying to breathe but he couldn't. Someone was clutching his throat, stopping him from taking full breaths. But there was no one, nothing, he was alone. Rainbow tears started trickling down his eyes socket as he realized that he would probably die alone, without his old friends to cherish him, to pat his head and tell him that everything would be fine, he was all alone.

He felt his soul beating seventy miles an hour, faster than that maybe.

'Why is my soul beating faster than a running cheetah..?' he thought, trying to think himself into something funny but there was nothing humorous about the situation. What if his soul broke his ribcage?!

The blood pounded in his ears. His soul thudded faster in his chest, his hands were shaking. His feet were tingled together and his vision was disfigured, as if he was looking through a fish-eye lens. He couldn't think of his situation again and he was still too overwhelmed by his loneliness and despair.

He took a long, slow deep breath and restart gasping fastly air, no longer able to calm himself anymore. They wouldn't know he wasn't him, they wouldn't understand who he was, they can't even understand who he was supposed to be as if his souvenirs were messing with him. They wouldn't believe him anyway. But now he was out of sight from anyone. That was all that mattered. No one must see him weak like that, he needs to stay strong and stop being a burden.

He clutched the fabric of his shirt, his hands wrapped so tightly around it. Breathing was hard. Really hard. As if he'd just run a Marathon. He cried harder, his chest growing tight as bile rose in his throat. His vision slowly darkens as his weak body no longer moves. He was crippled, his body was no longer listening to him, his sobs were uncontrollable and his bony eyelids were shutting down. The last thing he could have heard was tinnitus invading his mind before everything turn blank.

An unnoticed skeleton, who was attracted by the ruckus, walk closer to the unconscious body. He chuckles humourlessly and kneels to the ground to grab the skeleton by his shirt.

"Look how pitiful you look I n k" the voice said with venom in his words.

"It's amazing to see you in such-" he stopped talking after feeling his clothes being grips from Ink's hand in a needy way. For one instant, he slowly let his shirt go and put his back down but frown and start to drag the body to his portal.

Hearing some sobbing whines, he growls.

"Fine!" he said, lifting Ink's body c.o.r.r.e.c.t.l.y in bridal style. "Happy now?!" he whisper-yelled at the sleeping beaut- Ink. He was answered by another grip, but this time, it was a weaker one.

He didn't understand why, but the way he was seeing him like this made his soul thumbs faster and a small blush appears in his cheekbones. He clenched his teeth and glared at him for making him feel those feelings from him.

He hated him.

Mumbling curses under his breaths, he walks to the portal and disappears from the (totally-not-ignored) Galactic Doodle Sphere, without forgetting to take the sleeping child with him.

So,...

Ink was having a panic attack about his situation, I mean, every sain person would have one. Pj was asleep and uh...

Did someone kidnap Ink? I guess it's kinda ez to dinf who it is...

Did I write Kidnapped?! Oh god- I know Ink is short as heck (3.8ft) but damnnnn he's not a child-

Oh, here he is with Broomie 2.0, ready to throw burning red paint.

It was a pleasure to know you all, gotta run.

Bises

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