Waking up as Ink sans (v1)

SCP 5: no hopes

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TW: remember when I said I don't like bad endings? I never said I didn't like sad scenes >:D.
Depressive moments with the boys.

3rd POV

Location: bed hospital

The shine is comparable at the white of the purity of a basic monster's soul, almost unnoticeable sparkling lines that would occasionally melt each fin particle into smaller fractions of light with few shades of colors.

The fragileness of the magic gathered inside of an empty vessel such as his soul was captivating, to the eyes of the scientist. One single blow and Ink's soul would pop, just like a bubble formed with soap and water.

But in another sense, it has shown that physical contact with the vessel will not only generate a soul bond, the capacity to beget a monster child with the support of another soul but to also intensify the soul and body's stability, energy, power, equilibrium and lastly, magic.

Fellience's white eyes lights lost themselves at the mesmerizing-looking soul of Ink, its beauty unfocusing him from his work and letting his mind zooming out.

Earlier past noon, when the evening was appearing, Ink was brought into his small cabin to fix his problem. Being the scientist of the multiverse the most excellent and vital, after the original Science Sans, Fellience had the obligation and responsibility by both Dream and Nightmare to heal Ink's soul that has began to shatter after being exposed for too long away from his body.

Everyone was sent back to their own universes, as the three gods decided to stay in place, waiting for him until he shows any signs of life.

The fell skeleton had explained to them that the exposition of his «new» soul had dangerously damaged the guardian's magic and soul's vessel and the risk of his soul shattering once more or him staying in an artificial coma to maintain him alive for a very long time was very high.

He warned them that every tentative to wakes him up could threaten his chances to survive, as his body and soul were not compatible with each other, one of them would forcibly break before the other could.

The scientist sighed tiredly, snatching his eyes light away from the soul's monitor, and started picking Ink's clothes on the nearest table and fold them inside of a bag.

The only way for them to know if he has a chance to survive was the time.

It was either life or death.

[...]

Location: Castle

He stares at the fire of the chimney with emptiness in his eyes, thinking about the hours he has passed with Ink at Outertale. The purplish couch where he was laying was covered by his little puppets and his needles and yarns. Ink, himself, and Paperjam.

It has been two hours since he hasn't moved and his limbs started to feel numb. He didn't even try to communicate with anyone, as the vision of Ink collapsing on the ground, lifeless, kept haunting him. He could say the same for Paperjam, the kid has been crying with his half-brother Palette for so long that he passed out from exhaustion.

The sleeping child was resting on his rib cage, hugging Ink's puppet tightly with one hand and gripping his father's jacket with the other. He keeps asking himself how he would take care of a child without Ink, him who knew everything. Pj's problems were quickly solved with whatever solutions he has proposed, Ink was perfect with the children, so how would he manage to take care of him?

He believed that Nightmare would also have to take Stain's responsibility too, Dream can't take care of a teenager and an infant alone, knowing that he also has the task of taking care of Swap from Stretch, the energetic skeleton is way too immature to live by himself and taking care of a child is not an option either.

"They told us what happened..." Error's breathing hitched in alarm at the sudden voice of Cross entering inside of the room. Noticing the sleeping child, he put his hands in the air and whispered an apology for unexpectedly appearing out of nowhere and almost waking up PaperJam.

The destroyer released his head and stared back at the fire but this time, with a hand on the child's back, slowly caressing them. Cross looks at them with grief in his eyes, not knowing what to do or what to say in these kinds of situations.

"Why do you even look sad? You hated him." Error's voice sounded broken, his glitches making his voice change of tone and his words almost incomprehensible.

"I could ask you the same thing..." Cross looks away from the two skeletons and sat down on the couch, shoving the blanket and cushion away. He and Dust learned that Ink's condition wasn't stable and that he was in a coma. They both did not understand how he got himself a new soul. No one did.

Dust didn't respond to the news, he just stared at Nightmare and left when he was dismissed. He locks himself inside of his room and he didn't plan to come back any time soon.

Cross didn't know how to feel about this announcement, knowing that his first friend who also happened to be the first one to betrayed him was dying. A part of him was happy, after so many fights, he'll get to finally relax at his enemy's death, but the other part was sad, hurt, and broken.

Who will tease him when he'll be waiting for him in his au? Who will bring hope to his life? Who will he listen to, now that he can't hear his incredible stories? Who will badly comfort him with the wrong words? Who will ever make him feel happy and safe?

Why did it have to be his Ink that had to die?

Purple tears started dripping down his cheek, sniffing noise gaining the attention of the other as he switches his gaze at him.

"So you too uh?"

:)