Another Day, Another Bone

Visiting Ink - 3

It's been a few days since I've talked with the Sans and Papyruss'. Was making a visit back to them today. Error had decided to stay there according to my notes. Error is apparently a black skeleton covered in errors. He's registered as a friend. I was planning on just ignoring them all. But I had made a note that an alternative version of myself was also there. Someone called Ink. My notes said that I should visit them. So I was going to.

I walked through the portal in front of the Font Brothers house, something to note is that apparently the alternates of Sans and Papyrus have the last name Gaster instead of Font. Hm, they expanded the house. Must be making room for all the travelers mentioned in my notes.

I knocked on the door. There was a bit of shuffling before the door flung open, sending my flying into the rosebush right next to the door.

"OH NO! SORRY STRAN- Oh, it's you." A Papyrus was enthusiastic at first, but his tone dipped into dislike as he realized it was me.

I pulled myself up, ignoring the thorns that scraped against my bones. I'm reversing the door before I leave. Noting that now. I edit my code on the fly, removing the scratches done to my bones. Before I looked at Papyrus. "Is that any way to greet a visitor?"

His eyelights narrowed. Before stepping aside, let me into the living room. Hmm, I wonder what I did to make them so upset with me before I left? The various skeletons had stopped what they were doing to glare at me. Oh, well. I don't really care what mortals think of me. Because they would die in the blink of an eye. I shook, for a second, what did I just think about?

Ah, my Sans is upstairs standing in the hallway. I blinked, "Sans?"

He looked at me groggily. "Oh... hey Coder. What are you doing here?"

I looked at him. "Sans... do you need some rest? You look tired."

He gave a shaky grin. "Yeah. I'm fine. Call me Vanilla though. Everyone has nicknames now, if someone is using Sans and Papyrus it starts a fight."

Oh, "Why would I care about them though? They aren't locals." He stared at me. "Your code says your name is Sans. Why can't I call you Sans."

They shrugged, "Sometimes you have to make sacrifices for the good of everyone. Don't worry too much about it. When we are outside of the house, you can call me Sans."

I nodded, I didn't bother noting it though, I didn't care what the trespassing travelers thought. "Regardless, I'm here to speak to someone named Ink. Do you know where they are."

They blanked out for a second, before nodding. "They are in the shed... The others refuse to acknowledge him currently."

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A quick walk, and I was there. Opening the door to the shed revealed... well, a shed. There was no bed, just a simple cover on the side. Ink was sitting on a stool, his face completely blank. Vials depleted.

"Hello." I said as I created a stool to sit on infront of him. He looked at me blankly. A quick glance at the code showed that he had been here for almost five days, no one had checked on him. WIth, a sigh, I did my regular mixture, and told him to drink it. Which he did blankly.

Then he stared at me... and started crying while hugging me.

After a few moments, he let go and backed away in fear. "Sorry Coder... Please don't hurt me."

I stared at him blankly. "Why would I?"

"You... don't hate me?" I gave him a shrug.

"I don't have the capacity to hate. Or atleast totally hate. You should know this. We are both soulless after all." I said, looking at him oddly.