Ink was always on his own, either exploring AUs or staying out of sight stopping evil that tries to spark destruction. A fight in an AU changes all of that, leaving Ink injured, and surrounded by the only ones who can help Ink save the Multiverse fr...
He opened his eyes, seeing white once more. This was his... Home.
Actually... it was his hell. His Creator... They abandoned him. He hoped to think maybe it was for an unplanned plot... or story, or maybe his Creator was taking a break...
But he was wrong.
His Creator never came back.
His Creator abandoned his world.
So he lived in misery. Until that one day, where everything changed....
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Blank (he named himself that) was trying to talk to Papyrus, the only one who would listen. Unfortunately, he never answered. After a while of trying to get Papyrus to talk, Blank finally gave up. Falling onto his knees, Blank cried and screamed at his brother...
"WHY WON'T YOU JUST TALK TO ME?! PLEASE, JUST SAY SOMETHING!!! YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE TO SAY SOMETHING!!! JUST A REACTION!! PAPYRUS PLEASE!!!"
Papyrus didn't respond, and only stared at Blank. Blank had enough. He was done with his personal hell he was condemned to by his Creator.
Blank, tired (of life) and angry (with his Creator), brought out his pure white soul. He laughed a little, glaring up into the 'sky'.
"Is this what you wanted, Creator? Some interesting story? Fine. I'll give you your story."
And with that, he grabbed his soul, ripping it in two, and his soul disintegrating into dust within seconds.
Blank collapsed from the pain, but didn't die. His world faded from around him, and turned into a space he would soon know as the Doodle Sphere.
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Blank opened his eyes slowly, seeing a yellow blur. Wait, yellow? He shot up, his head starting to pound. Holding his head from the pain, Blank looked around. He wasn't in his home (Hell) anymore. Instead, he was in a cave-like area. Below him was yellow fading into a nice gray/creme color, and in front of him thousands of papers floating midair that he soon would come to know as the AUs.
Blank glanced around, and suddenly something wet hit him on his head, dripping down onto his shoulders and legs. It was... yellow paint..? Before he could process what just happened, he felt a surge of overwhelming joy and happiness, not realizing how dull he felt before.
Blank stumbled to his feet, only to feel a wave of nausea and fall forward, throwing up a small amount of some black, goopy, substance. Something caught him though. A wooden brush, a bit taller than him, was floating in front of him, holding him up.
'Hello!!! You must be the new Protector, right??' The brush swayed a bit.
Blank had his mouth hanging open, shocked. "Y-you can speak?! Is this real?!"
The brush tilted sideways, as if confused. 'Um... Yes...? Why wouldn't it be real?'
Blank just stared at the brush, then inhaled slowly, realizing something. "How... How am I alive...? My.. My soul..."
'Your soul? Oh!!! I know what you're talking about!! You are the protector of this multiverse, meaning you are practically immortal!!' The brush sounded joyful.
Blank's mouth hung open even wider. "Wh... What..?"
The brush shook in unheard laughter. 'You are the Protector of Creation, and are immortal!!! Your Creator you think abandoned you didn't actually abandon you, They had this planned!! Your future is now up to you though!!'
Blank had to process that. He was... Important? He had meaning? He wasn't supposed to die? Blank sat down on a stone step. "That.. is... a lot to take in..."
'Mhm!! Oh, and I forgot to introduce myself!!! I am Broomie, your weapon, transport to other universes, and an extension of the Doodle Sphere!!' Broomie shookhappily.
Blank tilted his head sideways, glancing at... Broomie. "Doodle Sphere? What's that?"
Broomie seemed to jump.
'Oh darn, almost forgot!! This is the Doodle Sphere!!! The place we're currently at!! It's a direct link to every single universe!! And then below us is a rainbow paint lake!! It's how you'll contact other versions of you from different Multiverses!!'
Blank was really confused now. Other multiverses? Wait- Other universes?! "There... Are other worlds...?"
'Mhm!! You'll get used to this soon enough, but for now...' Broomie circled around Blank. 'You'll need some clothes...'
Before Blank had a chance to respond, Broomie swiped at him, black ink forming from the paint brush and surrounding Blank, who had closed his eyes.
Once Blank opened his eyes, Broomie was floating in front of him. Blank looked down and saw that he was now wearing a brown and gold crop top shirt, with a white shirt underneath. He was wearing brown khaki-like pants and healess socks. On his hands were mint green artist gloves. The part he immediately loved from this outfit though was the brown scarf around his neck.
(How does he know all these words?)
Broomie floated towards Blank, seemingly excited, and distracted Blank from his thoughts. 'So what do you think?? Also you need a name!!! How about... Ink? Cause... there is now an ink blot on your cheek!!'
Blank... blinked. Ink sounded... better than Blank honestly. "The clothes are wonderful Broomie! And Ink... doesn't sound like a bad name to be called.. (Ink blot? Cheek?)"
Broomie was buzzing with excitement. 'AWESOME!!!! Well, Ink, welcome to your new role as the Protector of Creation!!' Broomie floated around to stay at Ink's back.
Ink nodded. He had a purpose now. He wasn't just some useless skeleton forever damned to a life of pain and misery. Time to protect the worlds made by the Creators.
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I hope y'all enjoy my new fanfic, Sparking Trust!!! This part was to just set a basis on part of this Ink's backstory, and so that I don't start you all off somewhere random in the next chapter!!
Hope everyone has an amazing day or night, and stay safe!!!!
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