Our Pen

Chap 4

*(Still) No POV*

A few seconds went by before Bff/n asked Error, "Do you want me to introduce you to puppet #47?" "h3LL yEaH!" Error replied, and the two had dashed over to Bff/n's room. Y/n stared at Ink, who was still latched onto them. He was staring up at them, and then eyeing the yellow vial on his sash. He was non-verbally begging Y/n to say yes without him even having to ask.
"No." Was the initial reply, but as Ink's eyes continued to stare into Y/n's, they eventually gave in. Unlike last time, Y/n was handed the vial. "I'm only taking a small sip because I dunno how much would actually effect me." They did as they said they would. "Holy hecc-?? WHY DID THE ROOM GET BRIGHTER??" Y/n questioned, before laughing, "Man! This is so muuuuuch better than dat red one from earlier!"

Ink laughed along, before saying, "I dunno why, but you remind me of my friends back home... I kinda miss them." Y/n smiles and cheer him up with a, "Relax! We'll find you a way home soon! For now, just take in the moment! You're getting hugs/hugging- what's more to want?" Ink smiled, nodded, and nuzzled into their neck.
"To be nosy, who do I remind you of?" Y/n asks, and Ink struggles to respond. "You have an aura like dream when you took the vial- positive n' all that. your explanations sound like Blue, but the way you overall talk sound like Fresh(??). I honestly think you're a mix of all of them..." Y/n shrugged, "You're probs right."

Ink gestures from behind their back to go on. "Well, I picked up knitting and archery as a hobby when I was younger. I was always super-filled with energy, and after a while it sorta ran out, and I was left kinda monotone. I was usually decked out in the wildest color combos and talked sorta funky because it irritated others so much they left me alone, which was nice, because even with my demeanor, I still wasn't (and am not now) a people-person."

Ink waited until you were done before asking, "Archery?? Knitting? Oooo! Do you play the flute by chance?" He was really hoping they said yes (Because canonically, Ink does play the flute in his spare time!!). "Yeah!" Y/n's response was exactly what he had wanted, "I picked it up in middle school and kept playing from there."
They moved to your desk a bit away and grabbed a case painted in a pleasing barrage of colors. They took out their well-taken-care-of stainless-steel flute carefully and put it together as Ink watched with sparkling eyelights in his eyesockets. First, Y/n played a few notes. Then, a few scales. Next, they played a whole song from memory. Finally, they serenaded him a small, semi-soft concert with perfectly controlled tone, vibratos (Shaking of the flute, if you didn't know), and tempo.

He ended up falling asleep to their music, pondering about how Y/n was so much better than he was. They then ended up bringing him to his guest room, only to find it did not look slept in. So, Y/n set him on the bed (after managing to pry him of themself), and took a random vial, dipping a small bit of paint onto a paintbrush they had happened on hand. They painted the room with colors until there was no white. Nothing to fear. Y/n wandered into the livingroom and found Broomie, which had been abandoned and forgotten on the first night of Ink and Error's unexpected stay.
Using another vial, they made furniture for the room, finding it empty. Y/n had never had the guts or motivation to even try and walk in here to personalize or make it far from what they hated. Now, they had made a whole room for a skinless version of them to stay in for the time being, and they were proud. 'Taking that yellow vial was the right call.' They thought happily.

They left the room and cleaned out the flute's insides, before setting it back in the case. The previously harmed arm was starting to pulse in pain, so Y/n decided pain meds was the best bet... but they had forgotten where they'd put them. "STRINGS??" Y/n called, and Bff/n replied, "¿Sí mi amor?" "Yes, my love?" (Yes amor = love in Spanish, ik. It's platonic!!) Was the loud response coming from their room.
"¿Dónde puse los analgésicos?" "Where did I put the pain meds?" Y/n questioned. "Oh Hon, se nos acabó hace un mes." "Oh, Hon. We ran out a month ago." Y/n loudly groaned at that answer, before whining, "My Arrrrrmm huuurrrttttssssss!" "Lo sé, amigo mío, pero no hay nada más que pueda hacer." "I know, my friend, but there is nothing else I can do." Was Bff/n's final response. Y/n opted to go to bed after that and get some rest like their skeleton version.

*Bff/n POV*

I was visibly shaken. "WhOah- wHatS gottTCHa lOkin lIkE tHAt?" Error questions, and I frown uncomfortably, "It's just weird hearing Y/n with this much... Personality." I was quick to correct myself when Error's confused face only twisted more with my response.
"Well, I mean! Not like it's a bad thing-- but like, we don't have vials here, so we've never been able to remedy the void in their emotions. It's just gotta take some getting used to; especially, if this is what it's going to be like for a while."

Error asked half-heartedly, "dO yOu ThInK wE WiLL bE AbLE tO GO bAck?" He was working on a project with some cyan yarn that I figured reminded him of Nightmare. So, I decided to ask about his life. Of course, he left some parts out, but the summary was pretty much the same, "WoKE uP IN au AnD hElP bAd GuYs. fIgHt iNk, buT havE a TrUce nOw." I pressed a little farther, questioning why Error would team up with the bad guys if he could just to his job himself.
His face flustered in embarrassment, and he cleared out it works well for balance, and though Nightmare is sorta strict and uncaring, he still makes sure that everyone that works with him has the best experience. Error tells me about how Nightmare save three- no, FOUR Sanses that came from bad AUs and had them work for him, explaining that spreading negativity to even out the positivity was the motive.

Error thinks Nightmare is growing on them and won't admit it because of how overall stubborn he is, which was fine for him, because working with someone who is more understanding is easier than one trying to control all of his henchmen. 

After Error was done, he asked about me.