A Symphony of Discord. [Discontinued.]

Chapter 4; Comfort between Chores.

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Within the Star Sans' Headquarters, Ink's room.
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It is morning.
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3rd Person POV.
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As Ink stirred from his sleep, opening his eye sockets to the nearly blinding sunlight- he brings his palm to shade his view, pulling himself into an upright sit. He grumbles lightly in annoyance, reading with his blue magic to simply shut the blinds, falling onto his back with a gentle thud as he lingers in that spot. As his phone begins to ring audibly, Ink groans with annoyance, dragging a hand across his face as he brings the screen in view; a reminder to begin work. As he gives another grumble, he lifts his arms into a stretch and changes into a replica of his usual outfit- simply cleaned instead. He then grumpily and drowsily leaves his bedroom, walking down the Hall and noting that Dream and Swap were likely sleeping. He makes his way to the kitchen, upon arriving, he pulls out a bag of coffee beans and places them in an automatic grinder, then scrounging through the fridge for anything he'd consider decent. Ink pulls out a carton of eggs, a pan, and some simple olive oil, deciding to cook. He simply turns the stove on as the grinder alerts to its job being done. He simply cracks two eggs into the pan, alongside placing a slice of toast into a nearby toaster. He then turns, dumping the coffee-powder into the coffee maker. It was a complicated start to a day, but without this he simply wouldn't have the energy, he returns to overseeing the cooking of his eggs, a plate at the ready. He applies salt and pepper, as a usual being would do, then turning to the now excellently toasted, toast. He places his food upon a plate, toast and eggs was a good breakfast in his eyes, so he ate it swiftly, drinking a cup of coffee as the coffee itself finished. He always carried a portable cup, so he filled another and set out to do his job, as usual.

As he steps into a copy of underswap, he immediately checks his list. It seemed he needed to clean up some destruction here, some sabotaging from Nightmare was apparent. The artist pulls him paintbrush from his back, slinging it over his shoulder as he inspects the damage. With a sweep of the brush, he summons paint in order to mend the damage, fixing cracks and holes with swift movements. Within a few moments, it was done and Ink moved onto the next of the list; OceanTale, repairing boats.

As Ink enters through another puddle, he stands upon a series of beautiful vessels, after a moment of admiration, he begins to fix the excellent craft. As he continues to neatly sweep his brush across, he finished as before. He continues on, noting to himself that these tasks were more like chores, and much less needed.. to his own dismay. The council said only emergencies before, now nobody seemed to take them seriously. His mind finished wandering, and he continued, making his way to a copy of StoryShift.

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Within in the Antivoid.
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3rd Person POV.
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Error had already woken, and had retrieved a bar of chocolate from his beanbag- stuffing it into his pocket as he decided to go and do something.. good for once, and enters a portal.

He finds himself behind Ink, which turns to the
Glitchy skeleton with a somewhat sharp glare. Error raises his hands in an attempt to
Not appear threatening, which the artist eases at. Ink had been creating a supply of extra food for the AU.

"So, this is whHaT yOU havE to Do fOR woRk?" He asks, curious as he brings a supply of strings to his palm.

"Unfortunately, yes." The creator gives a sigh, still drinking his coffee as he began to work again.

"YoU rEAllY shoUldn'T lEt tHeM tELL yOU whAt tO DO." He responds, catching Ink off guard. The skeleton nearly spits out his coffee.

"But they'd be so angry if I-" Ink responds, worried.

"SO wHAt? thEY shOulDN't reLY oN yOU FoR evERYthInG, tHEy caN hAndLe THEMselvEs." He continues to argue his point, giving a scowl.