Sparking Trust | Ink Sans Story

Chapter 5: Killer

TW: Injury, blood, a hostage situation ig, 

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    "You need... What...?" Nightmare raised his 'eyebrows.' "Broomie, they're my giant paintbrush." Ink heard a soft gasp and 'ooohh...' from Killer. "I put your brush in the basement... Fucking thing was attacking me."

     "Why wouldn't they? The whole damn Multiverse is hunting me down.." Ink said bluntly. Killer nodded slowly. "Makes... a lot of sense actually. We can go down and get... them." Ink smiled, walking to the other. "Lead the way then, Killer." Killer smirked back. (Maybe Ink can trust this one..)

    "I like you, Protector." Killer stated, walking towards a set of doors. Ink followed behind as quickly as he could.

    The two walked in silence towards the basement. Ink made sure to memorize the way they went in case he needed to run from Killer, especially with how his AU was and everything... Ink stopped that trail of thought, not wanting to thing about Killer's stages and his Chara... (Wasn't Killer the one Ink could possibly trust..? Why... think these things then...?)

    Killer opened the door to the basement, and walked down the stairs. Ink followed behind. Nightmare turned the basement into a prison. What was originally used for storing food, was used to torture. Actually, no. It wasn't used much- Ink really had to stop looking into other worlds codes and history. (It was extremely rude to look without asking, in his opinion.)

    Killer pointed to one of the end cells. "Your brush is down there.." Ink nodded and whispered a thanks to Killer. He slowly and carefully walked to the end of the cells, ready to jump out of the way in case of traps. He was in a castle housing a ton of Sanses after all.

    In one of the end cells was Broomie, who jumped to life the moment Ink was nearby. 'Ink!!! Are you injured? Who captured us? Why am I here?!? Are you okay?!?' Ink chuckled and sighed. "Everything's okay, I think the people who took us here will help... I... don't know who injured me though... All I know is that I had a few broken ribs, and... I think my leg was broken..." Ink whispered, looking to the side confused. (Didn't Dream heal him..? Yeah... I think that happened.. Who's Dream..?)

    Someone tapped the side of his arm. Ink jumped, looking at the skeleton. He... had black void eyes... a target like soul... Ink felt like he should know the other skeleton... "Ink...? You good bud...?" How did the skeleton know his name? Where was Ink? Why was he in a dungeon?!

    Ink backed away from the skeleton. 'Hey, Ink!! That's who you came with I believe!!' Ink looked at Broomie, then at... Killer. Shit. "S-sorry, Killer... Um... I.. I have.. Fuck...." Ink put his hand to his forehead. Killer hesitated a moment before patting Ink's shoulder.

    "You... don't need to explain anything... Let's just get your brush and start training, k?" Ink nodded, muttering an apology and letting Killer unlock the cell. Broomie came out, immediately pushing Killer back and shielding Ink. "Broomie, you can trust Killer. He didn't hurt me." A soft buzz came from Broomie, but they just flew to Ink's back and stayed there.

    Killer made a face. "I never expected the protector to have a murder brush..." Ink shrugged. "Well, it's what things have come to I guess... Others want my power, and I need protection or else... bad things will happen.." Killer just stared at Ink, then started walking out of the basement. Ink followed.

    "Yeah, kinda guessed that from the way you're being cautious around us." Ink winced from Killer's bluntness, but didn't comment. A few minutes passed before Killer opened another door and walked in. Ink entered the room, and saw punching bags, mannequins, and another door that led to a room with weapons. Fun.