Waking up as Ink sans (v1)

Damn you Swap

IV

2rd POV:

What you had between your two hands was a phone, your phone. It was late at night and you have already cleaned the kitchen and made the dishes, laying down on your bed inside of your room, you tap impatiently at the surface of the phone, trying to guess the password.

The password has four digital added by the old Ink and you have been studying for quite some time what was it. What first came into your mind was his birthday or should we all say now, your birthday. You remember, and from a total unknown reason, that he was created on the art day, the 15th of April. And yet, the phone screen didn't unlock.

The second thing that came up out of your mind was that maybe he wrote it on his scarf but quickly remembered that nothing was written in yours and that there was no other scarf with written information when you have woken up in his body.

What a shame, you could really obtain a lot of information thanks to this phone, even though it feels like violating the privacy of someone, you needed to know what kind of ass the old guardian was and how you could potentially fix his mistakes and maybe try to learn more to not seems suspicious, even though it's a bit too late...

You pose the phone away on a random table, dig your head in the fluffy pillow and mutter some Hispanic muffled curse, almost impossible to understand.

Why is life so cruel to you?

[...]

Later this night, you gave up searching the password and decide to stop occupying the bed and to look around the bedroom. Earlier this morning, this room was a real mess where anything could be found on the ground, how awkward it was to find that old jar of juice...

The inside was quite pretty, to be honest...

So instead of leaving the room the way it was, you decided to tidy it and to clean up some things quickly. There was some stuff that you have found but you didn't take too much attention and leave it there in a closet or under the bed.

You get off of the bed and walk toward the closet, opening the two wooden doors. Inside, you remember letting some boxes and few other big things that managed to fit inside, even you didn't understand how it did but you won't complain anyway.

You grab the first thing that came to your view and it was a falling box, you manage to catch it before it falls on your feet and tells yourself that it was heavy.

You pose the box on the flour delicately and let out a sigh of relief. You kneel to its level and start unboxing it. The inside was old and fill with old books and albums. You grab one of the albums, with a small glued note «2xxx-2xxx». It was the most recent moment and it was full of photos and tapes that were held by a small fixed bag at the end of the album.

The first photo was a band of three friends, these happy smiley faces made you small unconsciously. One of them was Candy Sans, he was in the middle of the group, chewing a lollipop, at the left, it was Sugar Sans who was having a sugar rush, and at the right was Fresh Sans, casually posing, legs crossed and an arm holding his head, the three of them was making a perfect rainbow of colors.

The following photos were them again but sometimes, you get to see a bit of Ink making selfies with Fresh on the first plan while the others were jumping around in the background.

It must have been a fun time...

Your hand made contact with a photo that was showing you and Dream together, what kinda made you uneasy was the fact that the both of you seem close. The other photos were almost the same with sometimes other Sans in them.

You laugh quietly when you saw world war three of many Sans doing a pillow fight, with you doing a 1v2, using Error as a carpet, and trying to block the scary-looking attack of Sans, Swap weakening Fell while the other was either ready to throw some pillow to the adverse camps or to protect themself—

"What That The Grim Reaper!?!" you whisper-yelled after noticing the very familiar clock of Death himself. How in the world of the multiverse did Gaster Sans manage to survive knowing that he was two centimeters away from him? How?!

Oh...

The next photo showed Gaster Sans dead on the ground while Lust was proceeding to give him the kiss of life... And the other one showed Gaster suddenly waking up and trying to escape Lust's grips while the other was laughing at them.

"Oh, there's a note here..." you said putting the photos back to grab the paper. It was written a recent conversation that had Dream with Killer Sans, the context was kinda funny.

[...]

D: Let's talk about your feelings, your impressions, your perception of life, time and space, and your beliefs.

K: Stabbing.

[...]

You checked the old books that were resting in the box and blow the dust away, without forgetting to be precise that there was too much dust that you sneezed twice. It was a weird grimoire with the signature of a certain Sans from Magictale, it was filled with magic and you could feel it with a simple touch.

The second book was also a magic volume but this time, it was from Papyrus of Magicswap, the third was a cursed book from both Sans and Papyrus from Magicfell, you could feel every sin running down your spine and you didn't dare to look at the other grimoire. You gather every photo and paper back to their respective place and put the album back in the box, closing it.

You glance at the closet and your eyes glow two brilliant lustrous stars. What you wouldn't visualize seeing was a huge paint half-covered by a small stained sheet. The exposed part showed a very pretty view of two mountains with a part of a village. You grab the piece of sheet and toss it away, revealing the painting.

It was a huge painting of a village centering a small collins with a large tree in the middle, it was so wonderful and unimaginable. You had no words that could describe its magnificence or there was no way to stop gazing at it, except for the sudden knock on the door that made you fall on your butt and quickly hide everything that you could with, of course, no discretion at all.

3rd POV:

The door suddenly smashes open, leaving a loud thud because of the wall and the door's collision. Ink looks at Swap and Swap looks at Ink. The both of them stayed tight-lipped until one of them raised their voice.

"What are you doing?" he asked with a sing-song pronunciation, extending his arms together while glancing around.

"Whythefuckdoyouhaveaknifeinyourhand?!" Ink said, murmuring fastly without inhaling while scanning the sharp item that was swinging at the air.

"Oh..." he barely mumbled, trailing his finger to the bottom at the top of the device. The unbearable calmness only made Ink whimpered inside, having a mental breakdown slowly coming back from hell. Swap suddenly grinned, tossing the knife in the air, making it spin, and grab it back.

"I was just getting a snack"

"..."

Swap sigh, chuckling at his successful moment of glory after finally managing to scare Ink and leave the room, without forgetting to close the door but this time, silently.

Damn you Swap, why couldn't he be a cute and innocent skeleton...