A Splash of ink

Chapter 7- The truth isn't always kind (New Multiverse)

Paperjam meets a new type of being to his delight and some truths get revealed.

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New Multiverse

Ink watched as Paperjam stared at the new monster with a blank expression, looking up and down at their colourful outfit abd letting out small curious hum ever so often. He had tried his best to keep Fresh away, not wanting to overwhelm the babybones but it seemed he needn't have worried.

Fresh and Paperjam had both been staring silently at each other for the past hour, with Ink feeling a tad unnerved at the lack of smile on Fresh features.

The Parasite usually loved being as talkative and expressive as possible, so the continued silence was starting to unnerve him. He wanted to interrupt but this was the most focused he had ever seen the babybones, as they hadn't even wandered off after supposedly growing bored!

Ink had to become more vigilant due to that concerning habit, growing rather tempted to just stick a tracker on them. Now, he just had to find a way to convince the babybones that it was a good idea...

"You aren't a monster." Paperjam bluntly stated, his single eyeshape an hourglass as he examined the colourful beings' blank sunglasses, almost as if he was able to see what was hiding behind them.

He had never seen a being like this before, even if the outer shell was clearly still a monster form. He did like how uniform this new beings numbers were though, unconsciously relaxing as his mind wasn't bombarded with the usal chaotic numbers, even if it was only for a short while.

"I'm not. You aren't normal either are you, little dude"

Paperjam hummed, not reacting as they crouched in front of him, watching the hand that reached out towards him with growing curiosity. He briefly looked at Creator when they let out a gasp but was more focused on the new weight on his skull. He carefully touched the hand on his head, puzzled when it moved back and forth a few times.

He giggled as his chest buzzed again, reaching his hand out to tap their glasses, smiling as text suddenly appeared. He wanted to study their numbers more !

His body briefly locked up in surprise, when he suddenly found himself in the new beings arms, very puzzled why they just did this...

After a few minutes he eventually decided that this didn't feel too bad, going back to looking over their numbers. It did mean he could look at their glasses easier, his hands now hovering over the item but pausing before he could grab them, as a thought came to mind.

..Right, he couldn't just take anything he wanted anymore. Creator said he should ask first. If they said no he could always grab them later but was very pleased when he was given them with no fuss.

The numbers were racing and he couldn't wait to figure out what it all meant!

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Ink shifted uneasily in his seat, constantly looking over to where Paperjam was. He knew he should be paying attention to the Council meeting but it was just the usual complaints that he truly didn't care about. He was far more focused on the babybones and the unusual situation occurring next to him.

Fresh was calmly sitting in the seat next to him and had refused to put Paperjam down, the babybones seemingly uncaring as long as they got to hold Freshs glasses. He had no clue what was so fascinating about the item but he did create a smaller pair of glasses for Paperjam to wear, who looked just as equally enthralled with the item.

He had never seen Fresh without their glasses for so long but he could tell they were enjoying the fear they were causing, as you could clearly see the cracked SOUL floating in their socket. The sharp grin and lack of 90's lingo, probably didn't help matters either.