Waking up as Ink sans (v1)

Old habits that need to be forgotten

TW: This is a longer chapter +5600 words instead of +1000
Nightmare being a cruel bitch, Dream being Dream, and blablabla...

Ink was in his room, staring at the ceiling. He has been awake for more than an hour, the time for him to process that he was finally back from death, with his memories, his body, his friends, and a soul.

He has checked four times his soul and he kept not believing what he was now, a mortal being.

He was conflicted on his emotions, they were slow and lacking, not knowing how they worked as they were reals and not from those vials.

He thought hearing his door opening so he sat up slowly, and stares at it with empty eyes, thinking of what was he feeling at the moment. He saw Error at the door, glaring at him, and Swap beside.

He wondered, when did Error live there? And why was he so close to Swap. He was only answered by a weak slap from him who tried to wake him up from his trance.

The slap was weak, but it made Ink widen his eyes in realization, he felt pain. Now it woke him up perfectly as his attention was directly on the two.

-Fucking bastard, Dream's waiting for you, speed it up. Bitterly spoke Swap as he shoved some clothes in Ink's arms. Error sighed and uttered silent insults at the squid as he made his way downstairs.

It felt strange that he also felt another pain when Swap pronounced those words, but it wasn't a physical one, a mental one perhaps, and Ink couldn't make the difference as he was confused and lost.

He looks down at his arms and immediately recognized his own clothes, minus the stash and all the equipment following. He unfolds it and took his pajamas off. He noticed that some of the codes written on his bones changed too, there were some parts where it was white when it was supposed to be full black and some extra codes on his ribs, where his soul was.

-Why can't I understand those codes? Is this another type of binary number? He wondered alone. But after some moments, he let it out and dresses himself up, letting off the braces and scarf.

With one more glance at his cleaned room, he opened the door and walks out. The outside of his room was oddly tidier than before, he recalls the mess he and Swap would have done before getting verbally beat up by Dream. (a.k.a getting lectured)

Ink felt nostalgic.

-Oi, get downstairs will you, Nightmare is also coming over— Ink flinched at Error's harsh words and turned to face him, he was downstairs directly staring at him with his red glasses, knitting a new puppet. He recoils from the bare and went down the stairs, plunging headfirst on the couch while the other groan in annoyance for accidentally being touched. Dream came inside the little salon and installed himself on one of the sofas.

-...

An awkward silence set in between the two friends, or whatever they were to each other, while Error was peacefully knitting the head of another skeleton's doll. Swap came back after some time of pure silence, with Stain following not far away.

The teenager stopped midway to examine the tension in the air than to the skeleton sitting on the edge of the couch, blankly staring at the emptiness. He just came back from the kitchen, why was there two Ink?

Swap pulled his arm so he could go sit down on the sofa across Dream, close to Error's emplacement. He looked down in silence as he dropped in.

-That's gonna get confusing..., spat Error with more than disturbance in his face. Ink nodded vigorously while Dream and Swap just stared.