HG X UNDERTALE AU ~ THE GAMES [OLD FANFIC]

PART 4 ~ VII : NEW HOPE

Ink P.o.V

I ran across the alleyways with something Killer had thrown across the fire; a small pistol along with the lighter. The firearm had already a few bullets in it as long as eight extra ones lying around. I slid them all in my pants and scavenged across the streets for someone that could help. From afar, I could see a tall building but I had to change my clothing... and hide my stain mark. Within the trash, I saw some ripped clothes and used that. It was still in decent condition so-

With a bandage, I was able to hide some of the birthmark but it wasn't the best. I was about to give up as I began walking among the slopes and dark alleyways to this tall building. With all of the adrenaline rushing through my non-existent veins, I ignored the burns on my lower legs which made me limp around in pain.

While on the streets, I acted like a poor person, not attracting many eyes from strangers. Those who did recognize me said I was Ink but I told them to be quiet about it. They gave me some of their supplies as I thanked them. By the middle of the night, I was perfectly dressed, my obvious marks hidden and well fed.

I took a power nap before approaching the tower and getting myself a rental suit from some store that gave it for free for some reason. I went inside of the skyscraper after a good twenty minutes of walking, no one else recognized me since I put contacts that froze my eyes shifting.

"Hello Sir, who are you?"

"I work with a detective on the newest private case. I'd like to have access to the elevator." "Can I have some ID?"

I took out a work of art, something I had thought of before concocting this plan. She looked at the fake CV and everything then gave me the keys. I smiled and wished her a nice evening before going up. I wasn't sure what to do first but I knew I couldn't stay long. My first instinct was to start with the highest floor so if I got caught, I could evacuate quickly.

At the entrance, I noticed this was a penthouse with an amazing view of the city. On both sides of the open living room/kitchen were two huge glass panes, leaving a gorgeous sight on the entirety of the metropole. The living space had one white L-shaped couch with a polished wooden glass table and a patterned carpet. There were many fashion, sports and trendy magazines about scandals on the coffee table. I must say that the scene caught my eye and made me unaware of my surroundings. A voice perturbed me as I turned around, regaining my senses. It asked me.

"Who are you?"

There was a boy that looked around my age, maybe a little older. He was a skeleton like me and had a red scar below his eye. He wore a suit as well, except that it was much fancier than what I wore. He stood on the other side of the pearly coloured couch as I replied. "Who are YOU?"

I seemed nervous within the tonality of my voice. "Cross, X's son."

Oh, I've heard rumors about him. Some say that he's an active rebellion member but what I did next was risky. With the sleeve of my shirt, I wiped the paint off my cheek, revealing the mark under it, then took off the contacts, putting them away in the box inside of my pocket. "Ink?!"

He seemed absolutely surprised, as if I was supposed to be dead.

"Shhh- what if others could hear me?!"

"Don't worry, the floors are soundproof and there's no one else here. My dad went to eat supper with some coworkers, he'll be back in around three or four hours."

"Alright."

He approached me then touched my shoulder to make sure I was real.

"How did you escape? Wasn't Azur's plan a failure?"