Inktobertale 2021 : Compilation of novels

25th of October : Pottery

"What is this, some kind of therapy ?!"

"Honestly, I wish I could say it isn't, Fell."

"That's your fault, if you hadn't burnt the cake we were trying to make, my bro would have never sent us here !"

"That's like, only a percent of the reasons why Swap sent us here. And you're the one that decided to come with us, Blue."

"Still," said Fell, pointing at the massacred pile of clay in front of him, "why pottery ?!"

"Well it could be worse." answered Ink. "At least, we get to experience something new, right ?"

Fell wasn't satisfied with that answer.

"But... why not cooking lessons if we're here because we don't know how to cook ?"

"That was the initial idea, but seems like all the lessons are taken by Undynes, Papyruses and sometimes Alphyses." said Blue. "Hey, what do you think of my vase Ink ?"

Ink looked at the half-sphere Blue had constituted.

"...Make that a bowl, maybe."

Time had moved, and after three mistakes thrown away, Ink started to get the hang of shaping the clay without letting it break down.

"GOD DAMN IT, I DON'T NEED ANY MORE EXPERIENCE TO KNOW I FUCKING HATE THIS !" screamed Fell.

"Maybe if you actually tried to touch your clay, instead of just complaining..."

"THE ONLY VASES I KNOW ARE THE ONES I BROKE !"

"Shhh... I'm almost done with my sculpture..." said Blue.

"Oh, you're doing a sculpture now ?" 

"Yeah, look !"

The sculpture was a miniature bust of Blue showing off incredible pectorals. On his chest was written "#1 Royal Guard".

"That's... certainly something." said Ink, as he finally took out his brush, and started painting his vase. "What about you Fell ?"

The next instant, he instinctively got down to avoid the clay Fell threw at him, which hit a woman on the range behind them. "Hey !" She yelled, as she got up and sent the projectile towards a blue bird she thought to be the original thrower. Chaos ensued.

"My sculpture ! Don't you dare touch my magnificent sculpture !" screamed Blue as he pushed away an assailant, that Ink grabbed and used as a shield to protect themselves from the clay and vase sent at them. "Fell, I find it hard to believe you didn't do this on purpose !"

"Well," said Fell as he punched someone that tried to pin him down. "You gotta admit this is way more fun !"

"Fell !" The two others severely screamed.