Chapter 9 - The First Attempt

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7am

Ink's Past:
Silence.

And not the good kind.

My head immediately turned as I heard the door open.

* Go and take your medication, this time I'll watch you. I added some more.

I rushed out of the room and it felt like I could breathe again. I went to my bedroom with my brother and opened the contained.

* So, how many new ones are there.

* Five, all the same size. Navy blue, pink, two black and one turquoise. What do they do?

* You don't need to know that, hurry up and take 'em.

I took all the medication and my brother smiled. His smiles used to bring me happiness.

They mean nothing now.
It's not even a comforting smile.
That's because he's a little shit.

I snickered at that comment.

* What's funny?

* ...nothing.

He went downstairs to make food for us.

Outer's View:
It felt nice to be home. We all arrived back home and put our clothes into our washing machine before going to bed. I was snuggled into bed with Killer and he seemed to have way more energy than me. I slightly opened my eyes from a small nap to Killer kissing me.

* Aww, you're finally awake~

* Killer go back to bed...

* I'm not too tired babe...although I am horny~

* How are you horny at 7 in the morning...

* I just can't help imagining your beautiful self in wonderful ways...

I rolled my eyes and kissed him back.

* Fine...but we go straight to sleep right after.

Killer kissed my ecto.

* Of course babe.

Ink's View:
* G-Good morning..!

* Oh, hi.

* How are you f-feeling?

* I don't really feel anymore.

* What do you mean..?

* Gaster controls when and what I feel now.

* Oh...I'm s-sorry about that..

* Eh, it's okay.

We heard the garden door open and Gaster was there, with his iPad.

* Both of you stand up, I want to observe something. Look at one another.

And so we did. I felt a rush of emotion run through me.

Fucking hell...

I had a target.

Gaster's View:
I used a targeting mechanism to keep Ink on his friend. I increased the anger he was feeling.

* W-What did y-you do to h-him?!

* I hope you know self defence.

He squeaked as Ink charged at him and almost punched him, but he ducked. He couldn't run away and soon enough, Ink grabbed him by the neck and forced him onto the ground.

* W-W-WAIT-!

He tried to get Ink off him but Ink was under my command. I called Bete to come and observe.

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