How to Fix the Broken

Chapter 1: Two Worlds (P1) (Rewritten)

Blue jolted awake, eyes blinking wearily at the room around him. He felt exhausted, but he just got a full hour of sleep. He should be fine.

He yawned, not moving from underneath the heavy blankets that threatened to put him back to sleep. He grumbled and looked at the yellow clock on his oak wood desk.

6:50.

So not a full hour, but 50 minutes could do.

He pushed the ocher yellow blankets off of him and rolled. His feet swung off  the bed and he used the momentum to sit up. He glanced around the room, every thing was either blue, brownish orange, or yellow.

He smiled softly and grabbed his scarf from the hook it sat on. He looked in the mirror, and stared.

No one knew this, but Blue had Protanopia, a kind of Red-Green color blindness. The kind he had was more green than red, but it was pretty. Even if it was all he had ever known.

There was a reason he liked the color blue most other than it being his name. Yellow was the color that was seen the most, even if yellow was bright and cheery blue was more vibrant.

Blue went down stairs, the smell of nothingness filled his nonexistent nose. His friends weren't awake. He entered the kitchen with a sigh. He felt sore, but he wasn't complaining. Sometimes it felt like he had to work harder than other Sanses to keep up.

Ink has been pushing him harder lately... Blue never told anyone this but ever since the marriage of Dream and Ink, Ink felt off to him. He didn't understand why, there was no outward change in Ink, something just felt wrong. It gave him the heebee Jeeves. The marriage happened 5 Almost 6 years ago, and Blue still felt like something was off to this day.

Blue grabbed some pancake mix, some fruit, and a Share six bag of Skittles.

Ink had a stash of the crap and only let Blue and Dream into it. The stuff was terrible for people in the amount Ink ate of them, but he barely touched anything else so it was something at least. Not that Ink could starve... or die of malnutrition. He's a god. He can't die. Dream was also a god, so he technically didn't need food either but he loves food. If Dream hadn't married Ink, he would have married a bowl of teriyaki chicken by now.

Blue chuckled at the thought. Dream marrying food. Ha. He cut up some banana slices, mashing them in a small bowl. He mixed pancake mix and milk in another. He sectioned the mix into three bowls, one with the mashed banana, one with a small handful of dried berries, and one with Skittles.

Blue's (not exactly existent) stomach rubbled with hunger. He couldn't exactly remember when he last ate. He barely ever ate and when he did, it wasn't much. Eating took up time he didn't have and eating to much would make him sluggish, therefore making his job slower, which In turn hindered his positivity output.

The smell of banana bread filled the house as he started cooking the small batch of banana pancakes.

"Are those banana pancakes?" A voice asked at the person entered the kitchen. "Thank you, Blue." There was a small kiss on the top of his skull. The area was still warm, even after it was gone. Dream tended to have that affect. "How was your sleep?"

"Magnificent!" Blue replied a little too quickly with the best optimistic tone he could offer. He only got 50 minutes of it, but to Blue that was good. He looked Dream up and down. He liked the theme of color Dream always wore because he could see the colors and know that that was their true color. They were more vibrant than those of the colored vials Ink always had. He couldn't tell the others correctly, only the yellow and blue.

Dream looked a little distracted for a moment before shaking his head with a smile. Nightmare and his gang haven't done anything for months, and it had started to worry Dream who wanted nothing more than his brother back.

"It'll be fine Dream. We'll find them." Blue gave a grin.

"But you've never even seen him! Blue you've worked with us for almost 6 years now and you have never once seen Nightmare face to face." Dream said a little worriedly. "I don't want you to get hurt when you do."

It was true. Blue started working for the Stars when he turned m 12. He was turning 18 in 4 weeks, but he had never once gotten an in person glimpse of the King of Darkness. Dream often came home with bruises and cuts from battles he had with Nightmare during his daily positivity runs.

Blue gave him another smile. "I'll be fine! I'm the 'god', quote on quote, of Friendship and Innocence! I'll be fine!" Blue didn't know what happened between Dream and Nightmare, and he never asked. He would wait till Dream was ready to tell him, even if he had to wait till he was 20.

Blue was 17. He was turning 18 in a few weeks and he was excited. This meant that he could do things by himself without Dream, Ink, or even Stretch by side.

Blue flipped one last banana pancake, slipping it into the stack 3 pancakes on a plate. He topped it with whipped cream, a chocolate drizzle, and a side of neatly sliced banana. He slid the plate down to Dream. "Here you go!"

Blue then grabbed the skittle pancake batter. Not even 5 seconds after the smell of melting skittles filled the house, Ink came tumbling down the stairs. Like, literally tumbling head of heel down.

"Oh gosh!" Dream set his plate on the table before going to check on Ink. "Ink! Oh dear, Ink!?"

"I am O-K!" He shouted from the hall.

"Be more careful!" Blue shouted, flipping another pancake and setting it on a plate.

"I smell skittles!!!" Ink shouted, gremlin stocking into the kitchen. Blue felt that odd feeling again. He shook it off as he flipped a pancake.

"You should. I put them in your pancakes." He slid the last skittle pancake on the plate topping it with whipped cream, peach preserves, and some powdered sugar. "Here."

"Yay!" Ink instantly grabbed the plate and sat in the dining room that was conjoined with the kitchen.

Pancakes.

Pancakes were good.

Two Worlds pt 1
Love conquers all

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