Waking up as Ink sans (v1)

SCP 13: Facetable

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The title was supposed to be "Master Ink" but in my opinion, that sounds a bit BDSM.. So don't mind me replacing it by facetable...

Ink POV (I know you missed that Pov)

There were some people, I know them from my ancient world, I love and admire them for who they were and there are those Sanses that I'm totally clueless on who they are. And you see, Swap and Dream know that but they said "oh no, Ink is gonna miss another reunion! Why not force him to join even though he's 'amnesiac', unaware of his role and why not when he just woke up from a coma!"

And don't think I can't see you, Gaster Snas, oh wait I'm a Sans too so I can't call him Snas... As I was mind-saying, I can see you, Gaster Sans, analyzing me while I'm trying to write on my pile of documents. I don't know what he had discussed with Dream but it's sincerely annoying me.

I raised my skull toward the boys and not only G but at least four other heads quickly turned away as I caught them staring at me. My conclusion: G needs to learn to be as discreet as the other because that's quite noticeable, the stare.

Now was not the time to surveying the boys, I needed to pretend to be... Good at writing.

My handwriting is worse than a pig and the grammatical errors... Should I have informed Dream and Swap about my dyslexia?

Whatever, it's their fault for forcing me anyway. And I can't pass more than ten minutes on the same page to try to rectify my mistakes again and again.

I grabbed my coffee from the middle of the table as I started looking over the new document.

"When was Chaser identified as missing?" I asked looking away from the paper. Dream does the same and faced me with a stern eye, he looked like he had something to reproach me but can't tell it because I wasn't the Ink he wants to punch in the face.

"Four days ago, before we have met on the tree"

"Weird, I've seen him earlier on that day with Fresh..." I went back on my document and started finishing the rest of my coffee.

"Fresh... That not good—" Love begins but I quickly stopped him.

"Sorry to interrupt your worries but Fresh only use tall vessels and Chaser is 4'9." He looks at me relieved and so did the others. But Swap and Dream weren't sharing the same feeling.

"...how do you know that??" literally shouted Swap at my nonexistent ear as he moved toward me. I glared at him with wide eyes and shove him back to his chair.

"No," Dream intervened and grabbed Swap's arm in precautions. "What he meant was, do you have any proof that Fresh has Chaser and that he wouldn't hurt him?"

I look at them confused, posing the paper on the table slowly as I was wondering what was on with these two. The others immediately went back on their works as they didn't want to be part of the tension.

"Well yeah, Chaser was in a group of Sanses and Papyruses, like hum... Fell..? Outer..., their brothers obviously..." What if Underfell Sans was called Red and not Fell? Or what if he was called Cherry?? "Then Fresh just pop out of nowhere and, kind of, you know? 'Kidnap' him." I am definitely caught, they are all looking at me weirdly, same for Swap and Dream. Help.

"Yeah, but we don't know if Chaser is safe... But how do you know this information?" This time, it was Geno's turn to participate in the interrogation.

I look at them, tired of their bullshit, and facepalmed my head with the table in abandon. You know what a facetable is, right?

"I think I'm already having a headache..." Let's be honest, I don't want to be here, I just wanna go home, jump on a fluffy bed with thousands of pillows and plushes, eat French dessert, and watch movies until the next day... Or until the end of my life.

"Here you go, Master Ink" I flinched when I heard the last word as I look up to see Will, serving me a plate of a delicious-looking Paris-Brest. I didn't know if I should be either super confused about why and how he's calling me master, or how did he know that I was craving for sweet food.

"Thanks, Will, but I can't eat in front of the others" He looks at me confused but didn't say a word about it.

"Would you like to me to serve them, Master?" Thankfully, Swap and Dream stopped being so tensed, the same goes with the others as they all secretly admired the plate or laugh quietly while I was glowing a rainbow blush in embarrassment.

"I-I... ask them if they want some..."

Why didn't they told me about this Master thing?!

[...]

3rd POV

Location: Omega Timeline

"Well, hello there, sorry I'm interrupting your lovely moment but I need someone," yelled Error, seeking attention on himself to be sure that the persons he wanted will see him. Core!Frisk appeared in front of him, blocking his way.

The taller only huffed at that.

"You are not destroying this Omega Timeline, Error!" they yelled as the taller looked along with the inhabitants with priority.

"You!" he pointed a Gaster by the hand and teleport in front of him, ignoring the monochrome child who only teleports their body back to where Error teleported. "Let's make things clear here,—"

"Error! Leave or I will be forced to call the Star Sans!" They warned him as they once again block the destroyer.

"Oh how ironic it is, I was sent by the Star Sans, so now shut up and get away from my business" In fact, Error was sent after an accord that he had made with Ink only. Dream and Swap are informed, and maybe Nightmare too, it depends if he managed to gain consciousness after Dream punched him in the nose.

"Now you, obey me and I won't exterminate your timeline with your wonderful family" The Gaster in front of him looked at him horrified but didn't run away.

"I... What do you want?"

"I want you to take some of mine and Ink's code to create a child, my child."