Reverse the Reverse Potion (Fgod Error)

Chapter 9: Where did Ink go?

(In where we take a sorta-break from angst, and wonder where Ink was all this time.)

After being sent into the timeout corner, which is actually Ink's walk-in closet, *which contains a lot of stuff, and drawing supplies,* Ink was bored.

"This is soooo unfair! I didn't even get the chance to talk to Error!" Ink pouted as he sulked in his closet.

"I made the coolest plan to capture Error! Sci was the one who messed it up!" Ink whined, blaming it all to Sci.

He glanced over to his 4 feet tall brush. He was 3 feet short, so his broomie couldn't get any taller.

He couldn't use broomie, as Dream could detect him using his magic, after all, there was a rule of no use of magic in the base unless really needed.

"Flying with broomie was fun, till I accidentally broke a few walls... anddd eventually the whole base. But I helped rebuild it after anyways, Dream had to ground me after that though, unfairr." Ink pouted more as he was reminded of the old days. 

He looked at his scarf, trying to find a note from himself that day.

There was nothing, his scarf was full of notes and dirty. He had to get a new one.

(Probably, what he was finding was in another scarf..- somewhere-)

He scanned the shelves for a new scarf, as there should be a spare one here somewhere.

He found an odd-looking one, giving him some sense of deja vu.

"Huh, this one looks different-" Ink spoke as he wore it, in a way that he did not know where he learned it from. It was a scarf with two tails, and it was much shinier than the others.

Maybe in another alternate timeline, he knew where he got this from, and maybe he also got a new friend. :>

While finding the scarf, he found a paint bucket and grabbed it.

So, with a brilliant moment of Ink actually using his non-existent brain for once, decided to throw paint on the ground, and just like that, he got free. Maybe Dream didn't think this through.

And that's how he is now at an amusement park au, spending his stored gold on rides and toffees.

"Ooh, isn't that an ice cream truck???" Ink yelled, chasing the ice cream truck, cause why not.

After all, he is a third grader running loose in an amusement park, unsupervised.