"Don't Say I Didn't Warn Ya"

"i promise"

Ink's POV - Swear warning

(Yes. I'm adding Ink. If you don't like it suck it.)

(jkjk im sorry-)

I sigh. It's been about three hours since Dream left. Worst part is he won't even tell me why he left or where he went! The bastard didn't even let me join him. What could be that serious that I, his literal bestie, can't tag along?

"Yo Ink- you good?" 

I look over in the direction of the voice. It's Finch. "You're eyes kinda went red. Again." He walks over holding a file in his hand. I do my best to ignore it. I actually was doing pretty good until he started shuffling it through his fingers.

Curiosity gets the best of me and I can't keep my 'no talk me i angy' silence going. "What's that?" I ask quietly, trying to sound madder than I am.

"Oh, this?" He raises it slightly. "You wouldn't be interested. It's more for the 'leader of the nerd clan' than the o'mighty ink blot." He gets a smug smirk. It's too smug. I need to do something to get rid of it.

"I swear, you will not let that go. I only call you it like everyday." My tone completely changed. Eyes must've too because he seemed to visibly relax.

"I'm not Elsa. I can't just let it go~"  

I roll my eyes. "That was cringe." His smirk shifts into a grin. But- it's not a normal grin. There's something...off about it...almost devilish.

"I'm sorry, did I KRIST you OF? I could go ANA and ANA with these."

I regret taking him to the theater to watch Frozen with me. I should've just taken Emms and Sam. They wouldn't have been as fun of company, but at least they wouldn't torment me with these awful puns. Who's Emms and Sam you may ask? They're my besties- a couple'a sweet kids I met. Emms is an orphan who is like everyone's daughter, and Sam has a family- well...a mom. Kind of- his mom is sick and we don't think she's gonna make it...we just try to keep his mind off of it for if-...when...it happens.

"Oh shut up." I turn away from him in attempts to hide the grin forming on my own face. He just laughs. 

(Hmmm..to ship or not to ship...that is the question.)

"Y'gotta admit I got'cha good. That was...a...oh hi M'lord-" 
Finch's tone changed a lot. He fixed his hair and adjusted his clothes. I think he stood up straighter, too. 

I looked over and sure enough, the winged bastard had arrived. Ohoho- boy do I have some choice words for him. 

"Hey Finch...!" 

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He's not okay. I can tell from the tone. He sounds...tired. A lot more than usual. 

"Hey, uh- Ink. Can I talk to you for a moment?" 
"...yeah?" 

He beckons me into another room. I follow him in. What? Me? Nervous about this? Nahhh, never....okay just a little bit. What did I do. Er- what didn't I do. I'm in trouble. I'm gonna die he's gonna kill me I did or didn't do something.

"You can relax,  Ink." he speaks in a surprisingly soft tone. It's as if he read my mind or something. "You're not in trouble." 

I relax, but only a little bit. I do believe and trust him, but I'm still gonna keep my guard up about this whole 'let me pull you aside into a soundproof room with one door and two bolted windows while I have my sword on my hip to talk to you in private. --but don't worry you're not in trouble or anything!' thing. 

"I need your help." 

I raise an eyebrow. "Oh? You need my help for once? With what?" 

"...my love life."
"I- PFFF- YOU- YOU NEED MY  HELP?! ME?!" Laughs escaped my lips. I tried to keep them back but it was no use. I'm not sure why I thought it was as funny as I did- but I did. Maybe it's because the way he said it was so explicit. 

His wings lower, puffed up in either anger or sadness- I can't tell. "Get it out now...I'm not joking about this." I calm myself down using a method Blue taught me. In, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8- out, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8...sighhh

"Okay...I'm good now." I look at him and- is he..is he crying or is that just shadows..? 

...

oh shit he's crying- 

I panic, I've never seen him cry before. It's fucking weirddd I don't like itt. I step closer and gently rub his arm. What? I don't fully know what he's comfortable with.

Apparently it was an underestimate of his comfort with me because next thing I knew I had a tall bird man taking comfort from having me trapped in a bear hug.

 Literally-

I can't move.

His wings cover both of us, as a result completely blocking my vision.

"Was it something I said-" 
I hear him sniffle. "N-no...It's just that..you're the second person I'm asking for help. W-what if I can't do it?.."
"Don't say you can't...if you say you can't you'll never realize that you can..." I take his face in my hands, forcing him to look at me.

"Whatever you need help with, I know you can do on your own. Maybe not do it the greatest- but you can. I'll help you to get better..."



"i promise..."