Over The Rainbow (Ink Sans X Reader)

Chapter 16

The days following my announcement have been rough. It seems like someone is constantly putting the blame onto one person at a time, trying to figure out who is most guilty. It never works, but the skeletons keep trying it over and over again. I finally take action when Red and Ink get into a shouting match in the upstairs hallway, interrupting the movie Blue and I are trying to focus on.

I give Blue a "be right back, there's going to be a death in the household" sort of look, but he doesn't notice. His eyesockets are glued to my TV, taking in every little pixel. I try to smile, but I'm so annoyed that it comes out as more of a scowl. I stomp upstairs, eyes probably flashing with rage. Ink and Red shut up when they spot me with a hand on my hip and a murderous look on my face.

Red looks nervous, an expression I've never seen him wear. "Oh...hey, Y/N." he mutters, then glares daggers at Ink.

"Can you two stop fighting for one minute?" I yell, ignoring Dream and Hip-Hop, who've come out of their rooms to see what the commotion is. "I am sick of all this arguing! Red, stop getting angry at Ink for being upset. Ink, maybe you should be more accepting! Now shut the hell up! Blue and I are trying to watch Frozen 2, but it's impossible with all of your damn screaming!" I spin on my heel to storm back downstairs, but before I can put my foot on the first step, I hear Red whisper "badass" behind me. Without thinking, I backtrack, rush over to him, and slap him across the face.

"That's for being a bitch to me when we first met," I growl, then kick harshly between his legs. He grimaces and groans. I guess it hurts, even for skeletons. "And that," I spit, prodding his chest, "is for calling me 'dollface' and a badass!"

I glide downstairs and into the living room with Dream following me like my personal paparazzi. When I sit back down on the couch, Dream leans in closer to me and whispers so quietly I can barely hear him.

"Red never lets anyone attack him," he murmurs to me. "How did you do it?"

Even though I feel so tense, I let myself grin. "What do you mean? I just thrashed his ass, that's all there is to it."

Dream looks at me curiously. "Where's Classic? I need to talk to him."

"Well, since Blue and I stole the couches, I let him crash with Red and Hip-Hop," I say. Dream nods.

"I'll see you at lunch!" he calls, dashing upstairs with his cape billowing behind him. I watch him run until the last bit of cloak fabric disappears, then I glance at Blue. He seems to notice that I'm looking at him, then catches my eye. As soon as we make eye contact, he turns back to the movie, but that damned gray still covers his face.

I'm about to get up to start lunch when Blue leaps up from his couch then jumps up next to me on mine. He leans his head on my shoulder, forcing me to stay where I am. It doesn't annoy me in the slightest, I just let him snuggle up next to me. There's no harm in that.

Boy, am I wrong. Blue's eyesockets flutter closed right as Ink comes bounding downstairs. When he sees us, I watch his face darken, and he shuffles into the kitchen. Guilt tears at my heart. He feels hurt, I want to help. But I can't. I don't know how.

I eventually push Blue away (gently, of course) and go sprinting into the kitchen, where I find Ink sitting at the counter with his face in his hands. Skidding to a half, I act before I think, rushing forward and hugging him tightly. My eyes sting and I hope desperately that they aren't tears. Ink is stiff for a minute, but slowly puts an arm around my back.

"I'm sorry," I whisper. "I'm so sorry. I'm a terrible housemate, I yelled at you earlier, everyone got mad at you because of me..." I pull away and feel my face flush. Ink's does too.

"Don't be sorry!" he exclaims, half smiling, but he also looks like he could cry as well. "I got angry first, I kept arguing, I didn't accept who you are..." He drifts off, staring at me. Out of goddamn instinct, my hand flies to my hair. Dang it.

"Um..." I rack my brain for an excuse to stop being so humiliating. "I should probably go finish that movie...with Blue."

"O-oh! Right," he says, sounding just as awkward as me. I really messed this up. But before I can kick myself in the head, Ink smiles at me. "Just don't let Blue latch onto you. That's how he gets you."

I grin. "Got it." I walk out of the kitchen with a lightness in my heart, feeling strong and confident, like I can do anything. Like having a Disney marathon with Blue.