Inktobertale (2021)

Day 1: Warm-Up

Ink yawned groggily as he sat up from his bed. It was the start of another, beautiful day.

He got out of his bed to prepare for the day. 

He went to go find his outfit, the outfit that would never change. It was a white, long-sleeved shirt that was underneath a short, brown jacket with yellow trims. He always tucked in his overalls to wear as pants and his fingerless gloves were green on the pinky finger to simulate a tablet glove. His leggings wrapped around his foot in a way to keep them secure and stop them from riding up. He never wore shoes either. He preferred having more freedom when it came to things like that.

Finally, we have that brown scarf that faded to beige and his signature giant paintbrush. 

He laid out his clothes neatly on his bed before heading to the bathroom to take a quick shower. 

Skeletons never really took much time showering seeing as they were made of - well, bones. He was completely clean a few minutes later, so he stepped out to do his usual routine. He brushed his teeth and walked out the door. He put his outfit on and got ready to start the day. Well, almost.

He headed over to Dream's house in the pocket AU he had made for him. It was ritual for them to spar everyday as a way of warming up for any fights and issues that would pop up during the day.

Dream opened the door. "Ready, Ink?" Ink nodded determinedly. Dream cast a golden sheen over them that would protect them from harming each other and say who hit the other first. "Let's do this!"

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Dream started off by firing two arrows at Ink's feet before switching to the knives Cross had gifted him so long ago. Ink dodged narrowly and fired a shower of inky-black bones over Dream's way. Dream rolled over, dodging them.

He leapt forward at Ink, his knives ready to slice and dice his way to victory. Ink protected himself by summoning a gaster blaster in front of him. Dream stabbed one of his knives through the blaster and used it as a boost, jumping even higher over Ink. Ink had no choice but to dodge. 

He swiped his giant paintbrush at Dream in hopes of splattering him with paint, but Dream was quicker. Not only did he dodge the attack, he fired another arrow at Ink in the meantime, which he missed by a few inches. 

Ink painted himself a quick sword and ran towards Dream to initiate the close combat. 

The metallic ring of their weapons meeting each other rang through the AU, accompanied with the occasional grunt or yell. At some point however, Ink had gotten careless and Dream found an opening. He swiped the sword out of Ink's hands and held him at knifepoint. 

Ink only smiled.

"Good job, Dream!" he congratulated. Dream smiled in return.

Today would be a good day, Ink felt.