They cackled, careless of the yellow spirit infront of them. Ink attempted to heal them with their paint, revive them even if they are immortal.
It was some sort of a use, Ink came up with a plan. The others thought he is SOULless but there is a secret he keeps within his SOUL. Underneath those yellow and blue eyes are emotions and for the first time, the Bad Sans felt scared of Ink.
Ink's aura was filling the air, anger and a sign of desperation could be sensed from the very angry skeleton, even Nightmare and Error was shook to the bone.
Ink grabbed his large paintbrush and began to drink the red paint vial on his work belt strapped around his chest.
It was blank for Ink after that, he seemingly blacked out. His body functioning on its own, as if it was not his.
It never was.
Back to the brutal world, The Bad Sans and Blue started to attack Ink. Trying to corner him on all sides, but this is their creator after all and he knows their every move.
Ink painted some nearly dead grass with red paint before it explored to pieces, blinding some of the Bad Sans that were near him. Ink took this to an advantage and threw some red paint towards Error and Blue in a desperate attempt blocked Ink's attacks by sacrificing himself.
The Bad Sans kept on fighting neither they and Ink looked like they would stop anytime soon but they will and need too. They were exhausted but Ink was fine, he was more than fine and enjoying everything that happens.
So many bones cracking, the sound satisfied Ink and the skeleton that would moan in pain is Error because he knew how Ink truly is and the pain that Ink caused for experiments was not so lovely.
The Bad Sans despite all of these, they pushed through but Error knew that Ink was always one step behind them. They used all their power to stop this being, this creator.
Blue even if he was badly injured by the red paint still had to fight because if he showed weakness, Ink takes advantage and he half heartedly knew how smart Ink could get and all the stuff that is bad for them but good for Ink.
But Blue was very DETERMINED not to give up and let Ink win easily, such a heroic deed but all heroes must have an end to their story.
INITIATING DESTRUCTION SEQUENCE. .
. . .
TARGET LOCKED.
The battle stopped after that voice rang out, questions flew over their head and made them completely forget about the fight but it was only a distraction.
Ink threw the bone that Dust launched at him. With Dust stuck thinking, he didn't have time to react and dodge before he was impaled by his bones.
The battle was not over, not completely yet. It may be six against one but that did not stop Ink from downing two of his enemies. Nobody expected that attack but Ink, that when Horror broke down crying.
"DUST!" Horror yelled from the battle field and soften his grip on the axe but not so that it would fall, he thinks that Ink would still attack him.
"Showing a weakness, eh?~ I'll make you pay for that." Ink thought and focused on mainly attacking Horror. But he with Dust teleported back to the base, leaving them out of battle.
Ink continued to charge at them, one by one. Though, all of them but Dust were fortunate to not die from Ink's wrath.
The battle stopped when Nightmare called retreat, they including Blue flee back to base like mindless monkeys.
No one had a clue of that voice spoke off but they tried to ultimately ignore it, which they did in a few chapters. Was it going to be important asset?
Some text appeared infront of Ink, no longer blinded by rage and anger. He dropped to his knees, before eyeing the text.
. . .
DESTRUCTION SEQUENCE HAS BEEN CANCELLED.
Ink loudly sighed in relief, he was no longer tense before he carried Dream, who had been lying on the ground, almost looking lifeless.
He made an Ink puddle and got them out of there swiftly. Ink suddenly gain the knowledge of a doctor and began to heal Dream with bandages.
And oh, Dream was absolutely wrapped with bandages, covering him from head to toe. It may be uncomfortable but it still helped heal the injuries quicker.
They had no time to wait for months or years for Dream's chest injury to heal in stage 1 to completely healed.
It could possibly take centuries, so Ink placed healing magic in the bandage. Also passing some positivity in Dream to keep him going.
He placed Dream in his galaxy themed bed, closing the curtains and tucking Dream in with his blanket.
"Sleep well, Dream. " Whispered Ink, closing the lights in Dream's room and sat on the sofa downstairs.
"How could Blue do this to us? Such traitor. ." Ink mumbled incoherent words, but some can be understood.
'Blue', 'Kill', and 'Balance' were those few words that came out of Ink's mouth.
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Reincarnated as Dream with Differences
FanfictionA 'random' teenager dies all of a sudden from what seems to be a gun, they aren't your usual teenager, it was someone more then that. Someone that nobody wanted to die, but unfortunately all good people come to an early demise. Problems arise, somet...
