A Splash of ink

Chapter 35- Please stop destroying everything...(ForcedGods Multiverse)

Ink would like a break, Errors mind is being blown and everyone else is wondering what is actually happening.
Star feels he is being very helpful, it's such a shame that not everyone agrees with this.

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ForcedGods Multiverse

Council of Sans

"I knew that was his kid! My dreams have finally been-"

Ink was pretty sure he had reached a new level of zen, having zoned out so hard that he felt like he was having an out of body experience. He had already dealt with the one irritant who had refused to accept his answer his non-existent SOUL shriveled each time he was asked about his 'mate', desperately wanting the ground to swallow him whole.

He merely tapped Broomy by his side when someone opened their mouth, glad the message was received and went back to his silent contemplation.

He blankly stared at the wall before he was tempted to dust anyone else, truly wondering how Error had such good self control.

He knew it was due to FATE but now they were both without any guidelines, feeling like a boat without a sail. It was terrifying as it was freeing, hoping this feeling would last.

"You are the one with the funny numbers! What a silly Creator. You shouldn't keep it like that"

He didnt react when the main cause of all his stress spoke up, letting the mysterious babybones entertain themselves by playing with his hands while spouting nonsensical words at him that he couldn't make heads or tails of.

He was thankful he didn't have to steer them away from his vials but that was as much relief he could muster right now, ignoring Dreams words as he tried to make sense of the world.

If this was FATES doing then he was unwillingly impressed by them creating a scenario that completely blew his mind, the floating blob near the child's skull causing a small twitch in his hand.

He could tell they were created from ink, using a finger to divert a sudden inky string the child summoned away from Dream and watching with exasperation as the chair it hit instead started to decay.

He tapped the babybones face, waiting until he had their full attention until he spoke.

"You need to be more careful with that, child. Mortals are rather squishy"

"Ink! Is that all you have to say! And what do you mean by mortal?!"

"Oops! Sorry golden abomination. I didnt think you were so weak. I will try to use less magic next time"

Dream was speechless at this talk and how Ink praised the child for such a statement, seeing the resemblance more and more between the Destroyer and the child, the nickname just as bad.

He had no clue what an 'NPC' was but had been called that by the Destroyer far too many times to count, truly fearing what went on in the crazed monsters mind.

Star had been playing with his magic more lately, not having truly played his inky strings since...

He was alone and he couldn't find anyone. Where had they gone? Why hAd He BeEn CrEaTed-

....A long while but now he remembered how fun they could be, giggling when his string accidently veered off to the side again and hit the table, curious why the table vanished.

He hummed when the funny Creator touched his hand, giggling when he felt his magic cut off when they did something.

"You are using Destruction magic right now. You need to go back to the Creation magic. I can clearly see you are more used to the other one, child"