Inkmare Oneshots

Short Skits

A/N: This isn't a request, and it's just some things I've been wanting to write but couldn't find anywhere else to write them or didn't have enough motivation to finish. Some are older than others.

TW: shouting, chaos, sickness, excessive cussing, threats

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*Sick Day

Ink had somehow gotten himself sick. Now, you may ask yourself, 'How can a magical skeleton get himself sick?' Well, it all goes back to the day Ink decided to check up on Science! Sans.

Sci was doing work in his lab like any other day. However, unlike any other regular day, Sci was experimenting with certain chemicals to try and make the cure for all sickness. It was a long-shot project that Sci didn't expect to finish or for it to work, but he still worked on it for fun. After all, you never know!

Sadly for Sci, this was the one day Ink decided to visit without making sure he could beforehand. Ink had simply forgotten this part.

Ink made a portal to the scientist's lab, stepping through it and landing right behind the poor, unsuspecting Sans.

"Heyo, buddy!!" Ink exclaimed out of the blue, startling Sci — who was currently adding some chemicals into the mix of other chemicals.

Sci jumped and accidentally dropped the vials of chemicals into the mix, the mixture starting to bubble. 'That's definitely not good..' Sci thought to himself, watching as it looked like it was going to explode.

Suddenly, Sci ducked underneath the counter, leaving Ink right in the explosion's blast. Ink took the entire blast, having not expected nor prepared for that to happen.

After a while of coughing and smoke, Sci eventually got up and ran over to Ink, trying to see if he was dead or not. "Ink?! Ink, are you alright?!" Sci asked whilst shouting, also shaking Ink's physical body to try to get him to wake up.

Ink's eyes eventually slowly opened, his eye lights resembling a green swirl and an orange explanation mark. Ink sat up and rubbed his skull, his head aching. "Oww... you could've warned me, Sci." Ink said, pointing the blame to Sci.

Sci rolled his eye lights, "Right.. but seriously, are you okay? What effects are the chemicals taking on you?" He questioned, wanting to know if he was at all close to curing sickness in general.

Ink paused, checking if he felt alright. "Yeah, I'm good-" Ink started, before the effects started taking effect. It was like stab in the throat, lava on his face, and other various symptoms of sickness. "Oh my multiverse I am not okay"

Sci cringed, feeing guilty. "I'm guessing the chemicals weren't supposed to mix..?"

"You guessed correctly, I feel like shit."

"Sorry-"

"Shut up, I'm going to go suffer somewhere else. Make a cure quickly." Ink said, not having it with Sci anymore. Ink then teleported away to fate knows where.

Sci stood there for a second, just processing all that happened. "Oopsie daisy, I should probably get on that now!"

He then pushed all of the other chemicals away and began studying to reverse the effects of the explosion of probably deadly chemicals and ect ect, other science-y stuff.

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Ink was currently laying on the "sickness bed" — Nightmare called it. It was called that because since the boys were so incompetent and did stupid stuff to their physical health constantly, he just sectioned off this room to those who had germs the rest didn't want to catch. Nightmare was no exception to the rule (he was a ball of negative energy so he couldn't really get sick, just start to die and get weak from positivity), so therefore Ink wasn't either.

The room was just a bed and that's pretty much it aside from a bathroom, a box of tissues, some medicine, and a trash can.

"This sticks." Ink said, his voice being very muffled by the way his face was straight down on the pillow.

Nightmare suddenly appeared in the doorway almost on cue, giving Ink a pitiful look.

"As much as I love your negativity, you need to stop sulking in your sickness. Just because you feel like absolute crap doesn't mean you can just get a break from work."

Ink rolled his eye lights after lifting his face off the pillow, looking over at Nightmare. "If that's the mentality you have, it's literally a miracle you aren't dead from never taking breaks when you're sick."

"I can't get sick, moron."

"Oh."

The conversation ended there, Ink then suffered for the rest of his eternal life since Sci died long before he could ever make a cure for Ink. He learned to live with the sickness, and now it became a part of him.

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*Swag Gaming

"Lol you suck" Ink said, sticking out his tongue over to where Nightmare was sitting on the couch.

They were both currently playing a video game called "Kario Mart 96" in which Nightmare, in fact, sucked ass at.

"Shut up you pea brained soulless, AU-less, and emotionless moron."

Ink threw his controller at the TV and then jumped Nightmare, "SAYS YHE INE WHO BETRAYED HIS BROTHER AND KEFT HIM TO ROT FOR CENTURIES UPON VENTURIES OF TIME"

"How the fuck are you misspelling words out loud-"

"DONT WUESTION IT YOU WORM"

"God damn, okay then." Nightmare said, having a nonchalant conversation with the 3'8 baby man child whilst it tried to murder him.

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*Sleep Deprived

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-" Ink screeched as he sped down the halls in a kid's motorized toy car.

"GET THE CHILD, BOYS." Nightmare ordered before a sly — almost evil — grin crept on his face. "It's bed time."

"YOU'LL NEVER GET ME ALIVE!!"

Right after that he was tackled by three adult grown men with weapons, immediately being stopped right in his tracks. 'God damn, they didn't even give me a fighting chance.' Ink thought to himself as he was now being held and walked back over to Nightmare like a child.

"We caught 'em, boss." Dust stated, chucking the small baby man over to Nightmare.

Nightmare looked down at Ink disappointedly, shaking his head. "I'm not mad, just disappointed." Ink gasped at those sacred words, his non-existent soul shattering to a billion pieces. "Do better." Nightmare continued scolding Ink.

The boys sure were glad they weren't in Ink's shoes right now.

"IT'S 3 AM, GET YOUR ASSES IN BED OR ELSE I WILL SHOVE MY FOOT SO FAR UP YOUR ASS IT WILL COME OUT OF YOUR-" Dream suddenly shouted from down the hall, clearly not impressed by all of the noise.

However, by the time Dream finished his threat, he was left in the dust by all of the of boys skedaddling out of there as fast as possible. They knew was Dream was capable of when he's mad, and they weren't about to take any chances with that.

"Goodness gracious." Dream muttered, going back into his room; exasperated.

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A/N: And that's it for now! Should I make another one of these??

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