One shots.

Special One shot for 1k Reads. Because what.

First of all- what the heck. Where the hell did I get 1k reads from? This probably sounds really silly and a lot of people do this but woah- I was not ready for that.

Anyways. I came up with this at 3 am. If it's cringe, then blame it on the sleep deprivation.

Also have a random sword that reminded me of the Terror in this chapter. :). that was a badly made pun, sorry.

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Ink sat impatiently on the front patio, waiting for a delivery to finally arrive. Dream had already given up on getting him inside, so it was just him waiting for the delivery man. Or woman. Or person.

Blue was hanging out with Error at Nightmares mansion. What? Of course Ink would know about that. Do you think he is naive? Okay, maybe slightly. Okay, he used to be ridiculously naive but he's grown since then. He even knew about the balance now! That's why he's out here waiting for the delivery person.

Ink pouted at his own thoughts before he saw someone in the distance. Delivery man! Delivery .. cat? Cat man? Dudududududu CATMAN!!! You know like-.. like batman? You know that song?

Anyways, the delivery man. Ink sprung up from his place on the patio and dashed to the delivery man, not bothering with looking the cat man in the eyes as he only had eyes for the package in the delivery mans arms at the moment.

"HI! That's my package right? Right?" Excitement bubbled up in him, making him bounce on the spot.

"Indeed-nya, it is, just sign here-nya." The delivery cat said as he pointed towards the clipboard he was holding. Though Ink had already snatched the package and was spinning around with it, only stopping once he remembered to sign.

"Ah- yes, sorry. Sorry." Ink chuckled, finishing up the purchase. Slamming down the pen and rushing back up to the house before the delivery cat man could get a word out. Said cat shook his head with a chuckle, then turned around and disappeared with a flick of his tail.

Ink burst through the front door, springing up the stairs and shouting a quick 'I'll be in my room' to Dream before disappearing completely to the upper floors where his room lay. Dream only let out an irritated sigh before dialing up Blue. He needed to get out of the house and talking to his brother seemed like a fun idea.

The second Ink is in his room, he slams the door shut and roughly sits in the chair by his work table. Putting the package on the table, impatiently ripping it open - being careful to not damage what's inside. Effectively only making it take that much longer to open the package. Ink needed to think through his life decisions later.

Once opened, he pulls out a 40cm long dragon figurine, standing at 20cm. Scales the color of the night sky and horns dipped in metallic paint, the wings shining with a magnificent shimmering dark blue. Its eyes were a beautiful teal, with the usual slit eyes. Enough with the pretty words, it was an incredibly thought out dragon. Standing on four muscular legs, the tail - dipped in a shimmering, diluted blue - curled up for protection. Ink was proud of his choice in colors.

Ink, although very satisfied with the product as is, was not called a mini creator for nothing. So he begun working his magic into the still form of the dragon before him, making sure that the fire that dragons usually spit was not actual fire. He gave the dragon a personality - one to match his appearance - and working mechanisms, to make sure the dragon actually came to life instead of continuing to be a still statue.

The dragon, after 3 hours of hard work, finally came to life. The dragon was moving around! Looking around even! Breathing! Stars, Ink was incredibly happy to see him moving around so much. Moving to open the door of his room, Ink pet the dragons head without thinking of it much.

"There you go, feel free to fly around this house. Don't go outside of it though, there are monsters out there who would shoot you down the moment they see you," Ink warned before the dragon could fly out of the room completely. But that was also good, the dragon could fly!

Ink was a bit late in realizing that it looked eerily familiar to Nightmare. This was most likely the reason he gave the dragon he/him pronouns as well as the name Terror. He didn't mind too much, nor too long. Ink quite liked Nightmare and Terror, they would make good friends.

What Ink didn't realize was that both Blue and Dream was in a panic because Nightmare had just disappeared.

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Haha.

Anyways, Ink is aroace and no one can tell me otherwise. It's the only bit of representation aroace people get and I wish to give them some representation, even if it might not mean too much with these small stories.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! It was quite fun to write. :D
Though I kept getting distracted while writing it. ;p

I left it as an open ending because - uh. Because I will continue writing this once we hit another milestone? yeah? maybe, that sounds reasonable enough, i suppose. anyways, i've been up all night and i need to go get some breakfast in my stomach- byebye

Also what is with me publishing so many things today.