Chapter 7: Standing for Change.

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Within a destroyed copy of HorrorTale.
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3rd Person POV.
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To say Ink and Error were confused would be an understatement. Though, as both skeletons sat down to rest while breathing heavily from exhaustion, they both asked the same question;

"WhAt tHE f*cK wAS THaT?"
"What the f*ck was that?"

Both glanced at each other with a rather worried expression.. they had no idea what they'd just gotten into. As Error dusts himself off, he lends a hand to the creator to help him stand.

"Well, now we both need a break." Ink nearly snickers, poking Error's forehead whilst he gives a glitched shout of the letter A. Ink then breaks into full out laughter as he sprints through a portal, destroyer at his heels screeching incomprehensibly.

As both skeletons tumble into another Au with Error about to punch Ink across the face, the paler skeleton simply kicks Error in the shin and slides away to run through the forest while laughing hysterically. Error simply grunts in annoyance, picking up his pace as he uses his strings like a skeleton slingshot. As both skeletons seem to have eased after what occurred, they both practically forgot- deciding to have a break from their duties while Nightmare probably was scheming. Despite the carefree appearance of both their activities, the skeletons were rather vigilant. As Error managed to finally catch Ink in an armlock, the both of them tumble down a hill into a clearing. As both skeletons regain their footing, they pause- Ink's phone had began ringing in his pocket. The skeleton retrieves the phone, placing it to where his ear would usually be found

"Hello?" He asks.
"Ah, I'll be right there." He responds to whoever had called him. Error gives a questioning expression, pulling a string form his eye socket and messing with it carelessly.

"Gotta go to a meeting, standard protocol. See ya later.. Glitch B*tch!" And with that, a snickering Ink ran into a portal while Error screeches in annoyance.

As Ink appears in the room, to his surprise, the majority of the council was.. early. Along with that, to his dismay many of them glared at him. As Ink takes a seat, trying to keep a calm composure, time continues to tick by.. about 2 minutes till the meeting begins. Tension in the air would've been thick enough to cut with a knife. Ink couldn't help but glance worriedly towards Swap, who also looked.. concerned. The blue-clad skeleton had placed his war hammer to his side- something must be serious.

Someone decided to speak up.
A singular fell sans.
"So, where were you to fix the roofin'?"
Ink froze his gaze on the skeleton, before being bombarded by similar questions.

"You didn't come fix our fleet-!"
"Did you abandon us?"
"Why didn't you help with the repairs?!"
So many questions, Ink was beginning to feel overwhelmed as Dream and Swap glared at him. The shouting was deafening, and the artist had enough..

"You're asking me to do your chores, what do you expect." He spat angrily to the crowd, drawing his paintbrush as he stood. The room fell silent as Ink swept his brush across the floor.

"I was having a good break, but you all COMPLETELY ruined it. " The creators voice was laced with frustration and malice as the colorful eye lights changed to simple pinpricks, his expression blank. The many skeletons in the room felt chills down their spines as the creator spoke again.

"I'll come help when you don't send me requests for your chores, I'd prefer to spend my time on more worthwhile people." Ink then turns, stepping into a portal of Ink, and leaving the council in a shocked silence.

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