A Miscalculation In Space

Chapter 5 (Cookies Galore)

Disclaimer: Undertale belongs to TobyFox and any AU's, characters and otherwise mentioned movies, shows and games in this fic belong to their respective owners unless stated otherwise.

Warnings:
-OOC
-Not cannon to NaJ
-Potential misinformation
-Dark thoughts
-Brief mention of trauma

A/N: To be honest, I expected to be far more inconsistent in updates. Let's hope this streak continues! Chapter 6 is pretty much finished too and only needs some editing, but I'm waiting till chapter 7 is done for now.

Also, it sort of occurred to me that I never did an Ink pov before so I hope it turned out okay. Hope you enjoy!
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Ink obediently lets an exasperated Miscal wipe his face, a sheepish smile stuck to it as he pauses in shaping the cookie dough. He's been caught eating the cookie dough raw, which isn't his fault! It just tastes so good.

Miscal doesn't look like he agrees with him as he shoos him away to wash his hands, taking over shaping the cookie dough. But he was having so much fun with that! He managed to make a shape resembling a horse and one that looks like a snowman and had been halfway through making a cookie that looks vaguely like Miscal too, though it isn't all that obvious since he’d been caught before he could shape it better.

He isn't really sure how much of their shape they'd keep but it sure was fun to wonder. Oh well.

He skips towards the downstairs bathroom, passing by Dream nursing a cup of coffee and what looks like the beginning of a headache. Maybe he'd like some of the cookies? They're so pretty, all colours of the rainbow, his favourite! He's sure Dream will like it too.

Miscal had asked him if he wanted to bake cookies with him this morning and instead of waiting till a more reasonable time to get here he had immediately rushed towards his apartment door. Were it not for Dream’s knowing text to change his clothes he would have been here in his pyjamas. Ink still doesn't get why it's so important, since he's only going to Dream’s house but apparently people can be nosy even at five in the morning.

(He isn't one to speak, the first thing he does when he's bored is people watch, and it can be literally anytime due to his sporadic sleeping schedule. No one, not even himself, knows how he can keep being so energetic no matter how little sleep he gets.

He's always been like this so it never really occurred to him as being strange till someone commented to him about it. Not that Ink cares! It's not like he can change the fact.)

Once he's out of sight of the kitchen and has his hands washed he immediately rushes upstairs as quietly as he can, a gleam in his eyes. Miscal’s room should be the second one on the right, right? He opens the door a crack then immediately swings it wide open. The yarn in there is pr-etty telling since Miscal mentioned he wanted to do an online shop, asking him for help with the design.

Ink had never designed one before but the idea is fascinating and he likes Miscal enough he agreed to it immediately. Only if he has full liberty, of course! It's always so stuffy when people try to tell him what to do. He barely tolerates it with his job since he does, unfortunately, need money and Dream is his best friend, but outside of that he barely listens to anyone.

Now, what was he supposed to do? When his memory fails him yet again he whips out his phone and goes through his note app. It should be in the important to do list, right? It is!

Ink grins as he reads through the note, immediately going through his rather deep pockets till his hands land on a measuring tape. If he wants to do this and keep it a surprise he'll have to be quick and sneaky, sorta like a Ninja! He wonders what Miscal will think of his gift.