Inktobertale 2022 (Writing edition)

20• Spraycans

Dream sauntered back and forth, muttering under his breath while waiting for a certain protector. It was one of those days where his brother—Nightmare—ordered his gang to terrorize AUs, and that day had to be when Ink was unfortunately late.

Swap made himself busy by organizing his sci-fi figurines by order. He placed them on a shelf nearby for everybody to see, as they were limited edition. For the other ones, they were in his room back in Underswap. He huffed every time when he looked at the clock, fed up with Ink's rather messy schedule.

"I swear, if Ink's not here any time sooner, I'm about to unleash my rage on the Bad Sanses." the guard mumbled, venom in his tone as he forcefully chucked his spaceships into a small bin. He didn't worry much about them since they were a bit old.

"Swap, I know. But I'd guess we have to go regardless." Drean sighed, already summoning a portal to the AU currently being destroyed from the inside.

But he did not expect this.

The Bad Sanses were standing awkwardly until the guardian and Swap came out, confused from the halt in chaos. Then the two directed their attention to the sound of.. spraycans?

Ink giggled as he decorated the wall of Grillby's, shaking and spraying three colors at once with a goofy smile. Though that wasn't the weirdest thing. The other skeleton by the protector was a certain 90s freak.

"Ink? Fresh?" Swap gaped.

"Yo! What up, my skele pals!" Fresh greeted with his 90s lingo as ever. He raised a brow when Dream started to stomp over to him and the artist.

"You've been hanging out with Fresh all this time?!" he shouted in Ink's face, chest heaving in frustration.

"Woah there! I'm just hangin' out with my broseph." Ink chuckled, slinging an arm around Fresh's shoulders while on his tippy toes, though his arm barely touched the parasite.

"I wish to never hear you say that again."

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Tired *sparkles* :)