Chains of Negativity

Chapter 19

♡♡*steals red blood cells*♡♡

Ink was placed on the couch again. Today he was in a soft pink dress that fell to his knees and had little hearts embroidered on the hem. He looked adorable. He always looked adorable. Error came over and sat beside him, smiling.

"I made that dress y'know," he commented

"You're good at creating," Ink teased

"I will shove this needle so far up your ass-" he began, only sending Ink into a fit of giggles.

"What's going on here?" Nightmare asked, leaning over the couch.

"I'm gonna teach Ink here something. But I dunno what yet."

"How about making chocolate?" Nightmare asked.

"I can't go in the kitchen! I burn everything," Ink said

"Error will watch you. We should have cocoa pods dried and ready to go that need to be used."

Soon Ink was taken into the kitchen and they began by roasting the cocoa beans. While they roasted, Ink spilt open vanilla beans, because, well, Error said so. The recipe didn't call for it, but he liked the vanilla flavouring.

Once the beans were roasted, Error ground them down, added sugar and the vanilla and melted it again before putting it into cute heart shaped moulds. They left it on the counter to cool.

"Okay, shoo," Error waved him off "I'll come get you when it's ready"

Ink grumbled and walked the halls, until he found Cross. He was bent over a crockpot outside.

"What are you doing?" Ink asked, sliding the door open

"Soap, wanna help?" he offered.

Ink then sat there while the lye and water was mixed together, a bit away from them, as the toxic fumes would still hurt them. Safety first, afterall.

Olive oil, coconut oil and other others were added into the mix, and Cross used an immersion blender to mix the oils together until a run formed. He added the lye last, after it stopped fuming and made another run out of it.

"What scent and colour would you like?" Cross asked Ink,

"Blue and rain scent," he answered after looking at all the bottles.

He added the soap to the moulds and began washing out his crockpot.

"Alright, we're done then!" Cross announced to Ink.

"Awww, already?" Ink pouted.

"Yeah, what, bored?" Cross asked.

"Yeahh." he whined.

"Well I think Horror might be doing some gardening around here."

"Oooo, really?" Ink asked, his face lighting up with excitement.

"Yeah, not sure exactly where he is right now, but he'll be around!" Cross said.

"Okay! Bye Cross!" Ink said, waving at him as he bounded off.

"Bye!" Cross said.

Ink bounded off through the gardens, looking at all the pretty plants and flowers that were growing untouched. He enjoyed the walk, he enjoyed how warm the sun felt on his bones, he enjoyed the way the slight breeze made his pretty dress wave around.

Horror was off to the side of the house, he was tending to his carrots. A few were ready to pull, so he did exactly that. He placed them in his little woven basket with ribbons and continued on his work.

"Hey!" Ink shouted from a bit away.

Horror squinted in order to see Ink, but once he did, he made a big wave and held his arms out for him. It was new to Ink-being offered a hug in this place-but he gladly took it. He ran over with excitement and hugged Horror, making him stumble back an inch. He was not expecting the excitement Ink had at being hugged.

"Hey little guy," he cooed into Ink's head.

"Hey Big Guy," He responded.

"What are you doing out today?" He asked, his fingers trailing across Inks lashes on his back, making him hiss in pain quietly.

"Nightmare let me play with you guys," Ink said, shuffling off of Horrors huge frame.

"Oh yeah?" He hummed, kneeling down to straighten Ink's dress.

He adjusted his own straw hat and went back to tending his vegetables. Horror was always worried about the food supply, so he began growing his own. He would can and preserve everything he grew to make them last longer too.

"Did you wanna learn?" Horror asked.

"No," Ink laughed and sat beside Horror.

He leaned on Horror as he tended to his food. He was giving Ink little bits to snack on as he worked, and he really enjoyed them. But their time together was over soon enough. He was soon taken back inside by Nightmare, who held him at arm's length. He was pissed that Ink got so dirty in the garden, and he didn't want to get as dirty as Ink was. Horror could take care of himself, could clean himself, but Ink was basically Nightmare's pet.

Ink was thrown, clothes on, into a basin of water. He tried to get out but was held down by Nightmare.

"You're disgusting," Nightmare spat. "Can I not leave you alone for ten minutes without you making a mess of yourself?"

He stripped Ink of his dress and used a hard scrub brush on Ink's bones. It left him red with splotches and man it hurt. Especially when it passed over all his injuries. It hurt, and he was a crying mess by the time he was done.

After he was done Nightmare let Ink out of the basin, and he crawled onto the floor, gasping for air. Why? Who knows. He didn't have lungs.

Nightmare then took him back to his room and threw him in his fort.

"Now sleep," he demanded before slamming the door.

If Ink wasn't so scared he would have found it humorous how he put in basically a timeout. But he was scared, so nothing was funny.

He curled up on his blankets, not daring to let any more tears out. He squeezed his eyes shut and made himself fall asleep. He didn't really know what else he could do other than sleep. It was an escape from reality that he really needed right now. His body ached and he was scared, sleep was the best thing for him right now. So that's what he did, forced himself to sleep his pain away.