Our Pen

Chap 23

(nOt me, secretly sticking Ink's bday into the chapter- where nobody will ever notice. Maybe I'll reveal it in a later chapter XD
Not me- obsessed with some random, stupid copy-paste fond lol)
*Y/n POV*

I order Ink into the house. I really don't want to do this, but if he wants to know, I won't stop him. I grab a trashcan lined with a Walmart bag and hand it to him. "I know your habit." I say, "I have it too." One of Ink's eyelights forms a question mark.
"Really? Yours doesn't seem as obvious." I roll my eyes, "Yeah, that's because I swallow it." Ink cringes, "I don't think that's healthy, especially if it's paint like mine is." I nod, "Yeah, it's not, and yes, it is. Sucks, doesn't it? At least I've gotten used to the taste."

"I'm getting distracted again, aren't I?"
"Yup. Want me hand over the online character sheet?"
A thumbs up.
My gosh I wish it was facing downward.

I give the phone to him and watch him scan the words on the page. He then continues on to puke into the trash I'd just given him, completely aware that he would probably be a mess for a while. He reads, barfs, reads, and gags into the bucket again and again.
It hurts to watch his eye sockets widen as he reads behind the scenes of his life. He hands the phone back, and I say quietly, "No eres un error. Fuiste intencional. No sé si sentir lástima o gratitud por ti." "You aren't a mistake. You were intentional. I don't know whether to be sorry or grateful for you."

He sets down the trash and traps me in a hug. Aware that because I'm half-squatting that if I stand his feet will no longer be on the ground, I stick my phone in my pocket and pick him up. "¿Sofá?" "Couch?" I ask him, and he just grumbles. I take it as a yes and sit down with him. My tablet is nearby, so I grab that too, sketching out comfort.
Him and me on the couch, hugging and watching a movie. I'm subtly reminded of those small doodles I once made on Bff/n's not I'd left, and I wonder if I had done something to cause this outcome, much like Nightmare had said I had.

It's weird, to say the least. Thinking I have some effect on a larger world. I look up for a moment, wondering... Wondering if my creator is having fun.

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A̵̢̡̼̙̥̟͍͎͉̪̋̀̉͊̅͑͛̏̚͝r̵̨͈̱̰̮̣̞̍̑̃̎̃͂̃̄̕e̷̤͈͙͕̖̝͗̉̿͂͋̐͂ ̶̢̻̻̰͙̻͇͗̊͊̾͊͗́̌̍͒ͅt̸̹̝͇̼͆̎̄̑͆̔͑̄̉́ḩ̸̛͚͚̏̀͗̇̒ȩ̸̤̹̗͎̠̫̬̀̄͒̆͗̊̕͜͝͝͠y̸̧̘̘̫̥̪̩͔͑ͅ ̷̢̺̳̼̲̯̩̲͊͆̆͋h̶̖̬̩͍͍͕̺̰̃͒̀͐͘a̷͓̞̘͕̟̰̭̝̦̣̓͒͝v̴̧̪̱̭̬̻̯̌͊͂̈͝͠ì̸̦͖̖͑̏̐̍́̓͆͗̐͜n̸̲̳̩̈̉̿͊́͒̚g̷̛̣͍͑̆̀̐͛͊̈̚͠ ̸̤̻̩̬̰͒̊͊̐̾͠ͅf̵̛̥͚͋̋̀́̍̍ǘ̶̢̹̇̃̽̓̓͛̄n̶̘͇̝̪͛ ̶̙̗̪̮̠̻̹̏̈́̈́̆͜͠ţ̶̗̗͆̈́̇̍̈́̋̀̈́̚ȑ̶̢̲̮̜̘͍͎͈͑̅̏̍a̶̰̽u̷̥̣͒͌̂͋̓͝m̸̰̲̱̭̊̆͑̾͠ä̶̢̛̛͈͉͈̮̫̻̜̩́͋͐̊̏̒͐t̵̡̪͕̳͎̏̂i̴͇͓͓̎z̵̤̦̳̎̋͂͠i̴͇̫͖͇̖̜̝̳̐͂͂̽́n̴̨̢̝͉͚̞̦͉͛g̸̢̳̾̉̔̽̈́ ̵̛̘̼̳͎͂͌̀̏̉͆͠t̸̨̮͚̭̬̤̣͙̚ḩ̴̘̼́̚e̷̛͎̿̉̈̇́̏̀̈́̕ ̸̧̙̬̠̰͈̗̗̆͌͜p̶̼̜̎͆̑̑͝ȇ̵̡̛̳̞̻ó̶͍͎̣̝͆p̸̛̦̆̐͗͗͌͠l̵̦̠͘ȩ̵̯̭͍̥͉̻͚̻̀̔̊̄̅͝ ̴̞̲͍͔͌̈͌́͒i̶̛̥͙͈̐̏̎̒̚͝n̶͈͙̰̪͔̼̽́́̓̄̽̏̕͘͜ ̶̬̈́̅͋̚̕t̵͕̥̪͕̦̤̩̜̻͛͂͊̕h̶͖̰͕͑̚͠i̴̲̽͛̿͝s̴͇̝̍̓͌̆̄̏̂̓̕ ̸̧̛͖͉̝̳̤̞̮͍w̶̺̖̲̣͆͐̉̇̓ő̷̦͚͚r̵̢̧̳̦͇̪̞̬͒̆̒̿͘l̶̪̰̮̣̬̠̪̂̈́̍́͜ͅd̵̨̢̘̯̟̦́͘͜ ̷̧̡̙̲̥̓͋͛̋̃̄̈́̑̆̂f̵̛̩̱̰̜͕̳͋́̈́͆̔̈́̒̉͂o̶̢̞̦͈͌͗̓̆̓̿͐r̸̡̤̬͈̣͛̍̚ͅ ̶͍̤̟̜̮̇̾͗̀̐ȩ̵̳̳͙͇̯̱̬̞̟̎͗̀̃n̸̲̙͍̝̻͚̩̣͒͜t̵͔̜͕̆͌̌ͅẽ̵̖̜̘̉̽̇̑͊ŗ̷͔̭̮̳̘̎̊̔͒̑̓̈́̌̍̈́ͅͅt̷̩͓̝̹͖̺͇̪͖͌̽͌͐a̷̢͚̯͛̒̒̄͂͗̀̀̔͒i̷̡̼̼̦̥̇͂͋͂̆̎̋́̕̕n̷̨͙̪̰͚͔̦̲̗͈̿m̶̧̢̝͇̘̜̦̣̬͍͌̆̏̓̋e̶̢̹̭̼̪̤̳̟̦͒̏͛͑̋͋ͅn̴̥̪͇̼̰͋̄ͅt̸̜̫̩͕̗͙̳̀̏ ̸͓̥̞͍̰̱̥̬̱̂͗̍̆̌̆̐p̸̝̙̊̍̍̉̚͝ų̶̯̙̪̩̒̏̚r̷̨̘͖̺̣͎̞̮̓̿́̍͂̎̈́͜ṕ̸͉̻͙̙̯̭̖̟̬͈ơ̷̡̞̗̱̪̘̹͐͋̾͊s̷̢̫̟͚̭̫͕̟͚̬̃̓̏̈́̕e̸̡̯̦͙̞̖̼̦͂̈́̉͊́͊̓͒͒̚͜s̵͈͉͊̂͗̊̕?̵̎̇͛͌̑͠