A Symphony of Discord. [Discontinued.]

Chapter 5: Restless Ruckus.

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Within an unspecified location, likely beyond comprehension.
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3rd Person POV.
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As a cool air washes across the room, a figure, masked in shadow wanders the hall. This figure was gigantic, beyond the height of an apartment as it strode along. It appeared to be supervising a group.. a few odd beings which seemed to be conversing. A pale green hue is all that illuminates the room, a variety of beds for fungus spores are around the edges, accompanied by a few odd vats.. each tube contains monstrosities, dead, Alive, or both. What is this place?

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In the outskirts of a copy of UnderFell.
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3rd Person POV.
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As Ink hops across another rooftop, tending to the wrinkles in his clothing he noticed something.. off. The Skeleton strides forward, and a peculiar figure comes into view- and as it came, it disappeared without a trace. He ponders for a moment about who, or what it could be, then decided to drop the concept. As Ink eases, he forgets as to what he was exactly doing here. He pulls out his notebook, ah, he was tending to the broken sidewalk.. okay, this was starting to make him consider what Error had said- leaving him to think of the fact there is a whole job for this task. As the skeleton stands there,m with a rather annoyed expression, he decides to pull his paintbrush from his back and decide to check the list for anything that was actually serious.

As Ink makes his way through a puddle, he begins to gaze upon his notes- putting a down arrow on anything that could be considered a chore to him. Once he was done, only two things of somewhat importance remained; a worrisome report of Nightmare's activity in copy 176 of UnderSwap, and a peculiar uprising in OceanTale 87. So, as he finished reading, Ink vanished to continue his work- with more reasonable purpose.

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Within the outskirts of UnderSwap 176.
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3rd Person POV.
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A sprinting figure crosses an empty field as one fires a volley of inky attacks towards the other- which was sprinting with an axe in hand. Horror, who'd been trying to steal from a shop and cause chaos, had just been located by Ink. As the cannibal runs as fast as he can- Ink is on his heels. The both of them reach the forest's edge, and horror dives into the wilderness- a pretty excellent escape. Ink simply begins to walk in, he wasn't exactly going to sprint in after a skeleton notorious for behaving wildly. He simply brings his brush to his hand, in a sort've fighting stance as he walks, silence. He then hears a shuffle to his side, and turns to be met with an axe swinging for his skull. He ducks to the side, narrowly avoiding a blow as he begins to swing his brush, carefully and skillfully dodging. As this battle continues, Ink finds his way to open field, and it has now turned into his favor. With a swing of his brush, he managed to knock Horror off his feet- leaving him vulnerable on the ground. He takes another strike, splattering a purple paint across his opponent- simple and effective restraints. A series of furious rumbles similar to growling can be heard from Ink's opposer, and within a moment- he spots the glint of metal in the forest. He ducks back as a knife flies towards his face- grazing his cheek as a light bit of ink splatters to the ground. Ink winces at his injury for a moment, before gaining a fighting stance again. Dust stands before the creator, looking irritated. Ink then simply decides something- and the chains around Horror melt away to paint, leaving the skeleton confused. As Dust assists his teammate, Horror grasps his Axe, and mutters to Dust, it cannot be heard, however. After a simple moment of silence, Dust and Horror retreat grumpily into a portal, and just like that, the battle has ended. Ink gives a sigh of relief- now he can attend to his other duties.

As Ink turns toward his own portal, he heard a whiz past his cheek- a knife firmly plants itself into the bark of a nearby oak- perhaps the fight wasn't over. He gives an irritated roll of his eyes as he turns, now facing Killer, Dust, and Horror. Ink was considering his options whilst the other skeletons steadied into a fighting stance.. Ink could always avoid a battle, but he was feeling like having some practice.