Our Pen

Chap 13

(I updated my other book [the one with the Nightmare reincarnate] today as well {DOUBLE UPDATEE!!!!}. It's not as far as this one is, but still- go check it out!!)
*No POV*

Y/n had dreamt of their art room. They sketched out a figure with a hood on the canvas in front of them with a charcoal stick, unaware of what they were really drawing, mostly just spaced out. "Hello, Y/n." A voice they didn't know greeted, and Y/n was quick to turn, sharp paintbrush that was behind their ear now in their hands. Dream.
"I'm sleeping, aren't I?" Y/n sighed, staring at the art piece, before dipping their brush in a tin of blue pain and slathering it on the sketch. "Yes." Dream confirmed, before asking the question he had come for, "Why'd you take the shot?" Y/n was quick to shoot back, "Had you not made the calculations? Dust wouldn't have been able to get out of the way." Dream stayed silent.

Blue, grey and black were added ontop of blue. They continued to stack as Dream stood there, not sure of what else to say. "You should never aim to kill." Y/n lectures calmly, "You should aim to harm only to protect yourself."
Dream nodded, feeling like a little kid getting scolded by their parents. Red, purple, green. "Promise me you'll never endanger someone's life unless it's the end of the world." Y/n begs, but the pleading tone they used was obviously fabricated (though it worked all the same for Dream, who felt tears prick his eyes).

Teal. Y/n had finished the painting, and walked over to Dream, holding him in a tight hug. Although Dream was taller, he was still fairly comfortable in Y/n's arms, relaxing a bit as they mumbled more to themself, "Some actions are irreversible. I don't want the world against you too."
Those words hit the skeleton like a bus as he stared at the painting of Dust, positivity arrow lodged in his chest, slowly dying in Nightmare's arms. Nightmare's form stared into Dream's eyelights as if deeming him a horrible being that could never change.

"It's okay to cry. I did so earlier with some help from friends. Nobody stays happy forever. Everyone has ups and downs, and this is your down, and that's okay. Nightmare probably won't attack too soon after that scare, so you and Blue have some downtime."

"I came here to give you comfort, not to seek comfort from you." 

"Does it really matter anymore? You can let it all out now. You're in my dream, so it's not like Ink or Blue would see you in such a 'weak' state, as you would call it."

"How do you know so much about me?"

"Well silly, I'm a mixed version of you, and I know myself better than anybody."

Dream allowed himself to be sad.
And Y/n allowed themself to wake up.

Ther were in their room, Bff/n be their side, snoring. They had tear stains, much like Error. Y/n's heart panged at the proof that Bff/n had probably cried themself to sleep from worry for them.
Y/n got up and wandered to the art room to take their mind off of things, only to find Ink setting up paints. They heaved a few tins Their way (he hadn't seemed to notice Y/n was there yet) and stopped when something caught their eye. That painting from the dream..?

They shook it off, before leaving to get an ice cube from the freezer. When they got back, Ink was at their station, confused. "Hey there, me." Y/n sniggers, and Ink squeaks in surprise, before spotting them at the door.
"Why are you-? You should be resting." He says, and Y/n rolls their eyes. "Why are you in my art room? Isn't this place off limits?" They sass, and Ink shrugs, "Stress." Y/n copies his movements, "Same." A comfortable quiet sets over the two as they start to sketch on the canvas.

Y/n had no plans set, so he sketched out Dream. Then, Nightmare. Tears, hugs, and a reunion later, the layout was done. Ink hadn't looked anywhere but his easel, which made Y/n smile, going for the yellow paint. It wasn't long before they finished. They painted their signature, before setting it to the side to get Ink to give to Dream later.
Motivation coursing through their veins, they started on another. Dream, tearing up while getting hugged by yours truly. Though the moment was tender, it still held a place in Y/n's mind. It's not like Ink would question what they had made anyways, only complementing how good it looked. Y/n left Ink to his devices, visiting the portal room and sitting on the bed there, staring at the wall.

A lot had happened these past few days. Fell... fell. Dust nearly... Dusted (What is up with these mfing names, man??? Brah I swear im not trying to be funny XD).
What else was there? With the leftover paint (yellow), Y/n made a grave and painted flowers. "Fell"

Through the wall, two AU copies caught their eyes. UnderFell and HorrorTale. Y/n had to jump to reach them. UF. They were going to visit Edge. Pay respects.
Y/n's sure that the tall skeleton would like both the closure, company and comfort. Y/n would give without him having to ask protecting his image as one of the strongest in the Underground.

It all started with a touch and a trip, and they were falling into UnderFell's Underground.

*Your POV*

It wasn't hard to get to Edge's house because you had already known the way. He was also pretty easy to spot because of how tall he was. He was staring at Fell's mailbox in a heartbroken manner. Still missing him, you guessed. Just as you were.
You walked over and stood next to him. When he finally felt your presence and you made eye contact, his eyelights screamed, "I'm going to slap you, then suffocate you in a hug." That is exactly what he had done (you had gotten good at reading him like an open book) after he dragged you inside by the wrist.

The only one inside the house besides you and him was Frisk, who stared, eyes wide.