{DS Dream x DS Ink} | Dreamswap Fanfic

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INK'S POV

   'Hi, my name's Ink'- I begin to write into my phone. My therapist recommended to me that writing my feelings on some sort of Google Doc could help, or something stupid like that...after I was hired by Dream, and he noticed that I had lots of negative feelings all the time, he immediately got me therapy.

   I'm not quite sure what he has against negativity, that he'd hate it this much, but I don't even care- just by being around him, I get a free positive aura, which helps some. Maybe it doesn't fix my mental health in the long run, but, it helps me express and feel my emotions better.

Only my positive ones, though.

   I continue writing for a bit about my life. Or...what I can remember. I was taken as a younger child for government experiments, and given magic. Considering I was born in a universe without magic or monsters, it's interesting they were able to artificially give it to me.

   I don't remember much about the facility, but...I hate thinking about it. I hate it a lot. Setting my phone down, I decide I have better things to do and I'll do my stupid therapy thing later.

   I walk out of my room and immediately bump into Dream- my very, very tall boss. I think he's like, 7'2 or something? Which is a lot compared to me. I'm pretty short, even for an adult.

   "Oh, Ink. I was just trying to find you. How is the therapy going?" Dream means well, but this question hurts like shit.

   "Fine," I lie through my teeth. I hate my annoying therapist and I hate the idea of writing my feelings down.

    "She asked me to try writing my feelings down, so I've been using my phone to write everything I can remember about my past. I was just taking a break." Why did I tell him? Now he's going to want to check in with me more and see what I can remember.

   "Oh, that's really nice! Can you show me what you've remembered?" No. "No." I calmly reply, with no hesitation. I'd rather not tell this guy my past. In my opinion, my "edgy backstory" sounds like it was made up in 5 minutes by some 5 year old...I don't want to be made fun of for my trauma. And I know Dream might not, but...

   Something still keeps me from sharing and asking for help.

   "That's alright, I'm just glad you're getting better." He says with a smile on his face, then brushing his hands through my hair, petting my head, before walking away and grazing past. His fluffy, soft wings touched my face as he walked away.

   Speaking of my boss, I have a huge problem. Ever since I've been on a break regarding my mental health (not like I have to do anything anyway, Dream loves micromanaging to the point where he does all the work for everybody. Good for me, not so good for him.) I think I may have been..attracted to him?

   Blegh. The idea of it is so gross...being in love with my own boss? That I mostly just use for feeling happy? No way.

   But the way he smiles...I just love his smile. It's so sweet and sincere, like the way he cares about people, about me. My therapist may be a piece of shit but he was the one who went out and tried to get me therapy. I can't help but respect him. He's practically the icon of positivity, so of course he'd be nice, but... he's too nice. To the point where it hurts.

   God damn it, I'm in love with him, aren't I.