The Enemies Maid (Ink x The Bad Guys)

A Fallen Protector

TW: Abuse & manipulation

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Ink slowly drifted into consciousness, though he was drowsy and groggy, and he just wanted to fall back asleep. His body hurt and he didn't want to move, but he had to. He had to because he felt someone grabbing his arm and dragging him out of bed. Ink gritted his teeth and forced himself to his feet, ready to murder Dream, who he assumed was the one who dragged him out. But his eyes fell on the scarily familiar sight of a creator. His eyelids felt heavy and his body started aching even more. Ink fell to the floor and looked up to them with a terrified, and pleading glance.

Oh Ink. Why so scared?

It asked, jeering him. It knew why he was scared, it was why he was scared. It kneeled down to him and grabbed him by the chin, making eye contact with him.

You aren't fulfilling your duties.

It said, watching as Ink's face dropped and he braced himself to be hit. He had never been through a conversation with them without being beaten to shit by the creators. Usually it was physical, but today this one had other plans for him.

Why would you leave?

It asked, though Ink knew it wasn't a question he was going to answer. They never asked him anything without knowing the answer himself.

You know the only reason anyone would want you is for your power.

It said, feeding on the insecurity that they gave Ink in the first place. His eyes fell to the floor, knowing it was true. The creators always told him that, and Dream never made him feel like he was more than his magic.

They'll never care about you. You're weak. Disgusting. You're nothing without us.

Ink knew it was right. He was nothing before they made him a protector, and he would be nothing once they left him. They'd abandon him once they were bored of him, and they'd get bored of him very quickly. He had no magic without them, especially since his paintbrush had been broken by Nightmare.

But why would we ever stay by your side?

It asked, another question that Ink didn't need to answer. But his eyes widened despite how his eyelids felt so heavy. He had no idea what it meant, and while it stared him down in silence Ink couldn't help but open his mouth-a dumb move.

"Wh-what?" He asked.

Ink immediately realised his mistake and reeled back, hoping that he wouldn't get 'taught a lesson' by the creator. Though his hoping was short lived as it slapped him across the face, hard enough that he fully fell onto the floor. He stayed quiet, closing his eyes and leaving his entire body open for the beating he knew he was about to receive.

You're not a protector anymore Ink. You are nothing. We are leaving you, alone. You don't deserve us.

Ink's eyes shot open and he stood up quickly. He walked over to the creator and looked up at it. He begged it to not leave him alone, he was nothing without them, he knew it, they knew it. Even after everything, all the fear and abuse, he still didn't want them to leave him alone. He needed them. Though he was thrown to the floor and after the creator said some more demeaning and horrible things to him it kicked him in the chest painfully. Ink yelped as the creator continued kicking him in the ribs as his eyes became heavy and he fell to sleep. He was in pain, both from the beating and what Dream had done to him.

Yet there he laid, lifeless, alone, terrified of the creator above him. It just needed to get one final beating in before they all abandoned him, just for old time's sake.

Ink shot up, his eyes wide, breath heavy, and his entire body in pain. He looked around the room frantically, both hoping and not hoping that the creators hadn't left him alone. He didn't see them, he only saw the bad Sanses sleeping, deep bags underneath their eyes from the stress. Horror was on the larger couch, Dust was asleep on top of him, and Cross was at his side, hugging his rib cage tightly. Error sat alone on one of the single couches, slumped over to his side and his glasses on. Nightmare was also on a single couch, though he had reclined it back and Killer was in his lap with his arms wrapped around Nightmares neck.

Ink could feel the pain building up in his core and tears forming in the corners of his eye sockets. He flung his head back against the bed and groaned in pain.

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