Inktobertale 2022 : Compilation of novels

28th of October : Lost and found

In an explosion of white light, the two skeletons appeared in a random Underground, and with the momentum they had acquired, crashed through Asgore's castle. The Anti-Ink immediately got up, and grabbed his tool, pointy end directed at Ink. Both were in a shit state, but also too emotionless to suffer from it. Ink got up and dodged the hit, letting the weapon plant into a nearby stone wall, but the destroyer simply opened his hand, and the Eraser staff flew right back into it. Ink looked at where the weapon had pierced the wall, and saw the stone was slowly turning blank, and vanishing, creating a hole. 

He's also gotten stronger apparently .

The unnamed Sans took advantage of this lack of attention to run towards Ink, who tried to fling a few bones to pin him down, but the opponent took advantage of the walls, jumped and propelled himself from them, and punched Ink into the face, so strongly that Ink crashed through a wooden door in his way, revealing the Judgement Hall. He flipped back on his feet, and leaned to avoid a string of tape sent by his enemy. "Not this time." he said, remembering their first encounter. But the tape actually stuck to the ground, and the emotionless skeleton simply had to pull on it to quickly get close to Ink, and kick him in the chin.

He's kind of a close fighter, huh ?

"Good for me." replied Ink as he summoned a blaster aimed in the opposite direction of the eraser of universes, and used the blast of paint to gain speed, and crash the skull over him, with a loud crack, as he had made sure to make the blaster's consistency as solid and robust than possible. He backed from the point of impact, panting, and seeing no reaction, had for a split second the thought that it was over, but immediately after, a white fist pierced through the remnants of the blaster.

While the skeleton's corrupted expression didn't change, his pupils were shaking with tension, which anyone could have identified as pure hate. He placed the eraser side of his pen on the ground, and started running at full speed, letting the eraser leave a white trail which spread and slowly absorbed the code of everything it touched, which flew away into small particles of colors, and entered the core of the weapon. Ready to fight as well, Ink summoned two more blasters, one of which fired slippery ink, which made the charging opponent fall to the ground, although he stil kept advancing. The second however, malfunctioned and fell into pieces. Ink looked at it with worry. Of course, his ink powers were weakening because of the lack of paint recently drunk. But he couldn't think of it right now. He lowered his head, and let the staff, which White Ink had flung around like a club, get stuck into the column next to him. Ink whipped out a spray can, and covered his enemy's eyes with dark paint, followed by a punch to the stomach. 

The skeleton flew against the slippery ink, and was thus sent even further from Ink. Still, he extended his hand once more, waited for the staff to come back, and got back up once he did. But his eyes widened as he saw what Ink was holding in his hand. Immediately after ripping his vials from the Eraser Staff, Ink emptied them all into his mouth at once, and as the mix exploded into a rainbow cloud, Ink opened his eyes, which contained extremely intricate and colored pupils, and flashed a triumphant smile.