Prisoner...? (Bad Sanses x Human!Reader)

16. "Intruder."

Y/N stared at the ceiling, wanting to get out of bed. The dream was...strange. Nightmare not goopy? Hard to believe. His color scheme purple and not green or teal? Hard to believe, once again. Him being a short smol bean? Ok, that's like impossible. They jumped as they heard a crash.

"DAMN YOU INK!!" Yelled an angry Error. Ink was in the middle of the chaos, eyes just white pupils. Five minutes left. Error shot the strings at the soulless being, who dodged them effortlessly. Ink scanned the area, not seeing Y/N anywhere. Which was concerning. But he can't feel any hint of concern. He attacked Error, sending Error spiraling into a wall. The commotion must of alert Nightmare, who grabbed Ink with a tentacle. The artist summoned a bone and struck it into the tentacle, causing it to release him. He falls back to the ground, running off.

Nightmares' tentacles bristled, "GET HIM!" He demanded at the Murder Trio, who showed up during all of this. The three ran after Ink, not one of them thinking how he got in here. Nightmare was thinking at this, and was suspicious as to why he couldn't feel anything from the creator. Dream must have planned that out, he thought.

The creator teleported into another section of the castle, far from the trio. Ink looked around, seeing rooms with picture frames over them. Bedrooms, he presumed. He checked his mental clock. He was past his fifteen minute mark by now, which was supposed to make him feel worried. But he wasn't. Not one bit. He went down the hallway, checking each room. He entered the last room, which seemed to be devoid of any life. Someone was obviously living in here though, due to no dust anywhere. Unless Nightmare cleaned this room often. Which seemed unlikely. And the almost silent whimpers.

Ink beelined to the closet, throwing it wide open. No one. "...Y/N?" He looked around. Bathroom, check. Everywhere else but under the bed, check. He leaned down to look under the bed. There laid a shivering Y/N, looking at Ink with wide eyes.

"It's ok. I came here looking for you." He reached a hand out, and Y/N shrank back a little bit. They looked at Ink again before hesitantly taking his hand.

Ink pulled them out under of the bed, and she looked into his eyesockets. He simply stared back, thinking nothing of it. He went and grabbed Broomie off his back, planning to make a portal back to Star Base. To his surprise, Y/N grabbed the brush from his hands and kicked him in the torso, making him hit a dresser. Once he composed himself, he was even more shocked. Wait. He can't feel emotions right now. He would be feeling shock if he had refilled on vials. Everyone thats tried to pick up Broomie claim it's too damn heavy to lift at all.

Y/N looked at him, fear dancing around in their E/C eyes, "You're not Ink..."

He blinked, "That's absurd. I am Ink."

Their grip tightened on broomie, "Ink is different than you. He wouldn't barge in here emotionless and attack unexpecting skeletons that live here!" Her voice rose as she spoke.

"...how do you know all of this. We have barely spoke to each other. You barely know me."

"Well, for a group being called 'The Star Sanses,' you don't seem like a star!" Their rising voice had alerted Killer, who was looking around for Ink. He ran down the hallway and busted down the door, which wasn't even closed all the way. The two whipped their heads around at a baffled Killer. He was baffled because one, he could feel emotions somehow, and two, Y/N was holding Ink's heavy ass brush. Y/N then did something that shocked Killer at first, but clicked together once it happened. They threw a paint at Ink using the brush, the paint turning into chains. Ink stiffened up as the chains solidified, not used to his own magic being used against him.

Killer went and stood next to Y/N, "Good job, kid. I'm assuming you're on our side somehow now?"

Y/N slowly nodded. The so called hero seemed less like a hero and more like a villain than she thought.