A Symphony of Discord. [Discontinued.]

Chapter 2; Fruitbowl of Favors.

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Within the Meeting room of the Star Sans's Headquarters.
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3rd Person POV.
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As Ink sits upon the seat in the arrangement, the many Monsters and Humans get settled down. It was no unordinary day, but every day was remotely eventful. As silence falls upon the room, Ink is drawn out've his thoughts as Dream begins to finally speak.

"Greetings, welcome to another Multiversal Council Meeting. Today, we shall be discussing a matter involving Nightmare's attempts to claim areas in the positive sector of the Multiverse. We shall also receive requests, if you have such, please, write it upon the paper provided in front of you." Dream finished his usual greeting.

Paper had been laid out across the table, each one lined and with a pencil at it's side. The room fell into silence again before Dream ice again, began to speak.

"We've seen Nightmare make 2 unsuccessful attempts to capture a copy of Farmtale, alongside another failed attempt for Candytale. We've also seen certain Gang members attempting to steal supplies, keep an eye out for such individuals." The guardian finished his report rather swiftly, to his own relief. He didn't exactly like the social anxiety he got in this room.

As papers begin to be passed down, Ink creates a stack, moving it over to Swap as he continued to grab any papers with notable requests. Dream began to speak again.

"A decline in activity from the Destroyer, Error has also caught our attention. We must stay vigilant." He finally completed his speech of sorts.

Ink nearly snickered, knowing that Error was in-fact laying on the floor in EchoTale 17. Sometimes, he couldn't understand Dream's serious nature in every aspect. The guardian himself wanted to seem professional, and he had a very stubborn pride to hold. Swap looked relatively bored, and had began folding the empty papers into hand puppets. As the visitors began to disperse back to their own AUs, Swap carries off the remaining papers, despite being annoyed, and sets them on his desk. Swap wasn't looking forward to paperwork, but it was a weekly occurrence he had to do this, and usually, even when he was done, Ink needed to do a bunch of small to big tasks. Ink himself stood outside, deciding to bring Swap a cup of coffee, and then open a portal to EchoTale, avoiding Dream's sight.

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Within EchoTale.
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Error still lay amongst the flowers, silent as he sat there. The destroyer had barely moved as he breathed, his eyes shut. He hadn't slept, but he was at peace with his surroundings, Ink walks over to greet him, but decides it'd be best not to disturb the glitchy skeleton. He sits down beside him, looking up to the crystals above. Ink knew that he'd soon need to return to his work, but at least he could enjoy a few more moments in such a serene place.. well, atleast he'd thought. Inks phone vibrates within his pocket, to which he reaches down and grasps it. It's a message, from Swap. He knew before even reading it that it was time to fulfill his job- and sank into the ground without a trace but a puddle of ink.

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Time-skip.
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Ink has finished his daily limit for things to do.
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At the entrance to Star Sans' Headquarters.
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3rd person POV.
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As Ink appears in front of the door, he released an exhausted sigh. The skeleton had done all his work today without coffee, and it'd taken quite a bit of energy to keep standing. He holds his paintbrush to his side as he stumbles to the kitchen, feeling miserable. He simply grabs a the whole carafe and begins to drink as much as he could in one go. He takes a sharp inhale, and begins walking through the central room- a beautiful space with a garden and it's center, and stained glass windows in the ceiling. It was prettier during the day. Ink slowly makes his way down a hallway- opening a door to his office, he didn't exactly finish all of what he had to do- which was unfortunate. He strides over to a desk, eyes lazily scanning the surface. He brings a pile of papers to himself as he sits down- pulling out a pen as he repetitively begins to sign each one. Resource requests, changes of standards, exchanges, too many things. Ink decided that he'd have a moment of brilliance- using his brush to construct a stamp- holding his signature. He begins stamping it almost carelessly, too tired for much else. Sometimes he truly just wanted to be ordinary. Ink was exhausted, but even through his fatigue he managed to finish his work. As he sets the final paper aside, he heaves out a sigh. The skeleton decides to stand, and stretch. With so much caffeine in his system, there was no chance of him falling asleep. He made his way groggily to the kitchen. He pauses for a moment, pondering what to do here.. an unpleasant though rises in his head, no, he wouldn't do it again. He grabs a cup of vanilla yogurt, and sits down nearby, tense. His gaze seemed to constantly wander back to the knives despite his own displeasure towards it. He decides to move back to his desk to eat, quiet footsteps on the creaking floor. As he finished his snack, he simply lays in bed, eyes shut as he thinks.

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This chapter took longer than anticipated.

920 words.
The next chapter will probably be longer.