A painters crime - errorink modern au

Rain in the Road

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Notes: modern au, no other aus, strong magic is really rare and that's it for now

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Ink- 3rd person

The rain poured on the solemn empty streets and flooded the city's dark corners. Ink sighed as he shut the door from the now-closed bar behind him. Yawning, he looked at the time on his almost-dead phone.

1:47 a.m.

The clock read in bright, bold white letters. Ink flinched, and turned down the brightness of his cracked screen before putting it back in his bag. He watched the rain pour for a couple more minutes, the sky a glaucous storm.

Ink felt a pit in his stomach, whether it was his hunger pains or the dread of walking four blocks through the storming skies to get home, he didn't know. Ink tucked the scarf over his head like a hood, huffing a warm breath onto his already frozen hands before he started running. Not that it did much as he was still soaked.

Ink gave up halfway and decided he would just enjoy the rain. He watched as the rain dropped over him feeling a shiver go up his spine, the soaked sweater clinging to his bones. The lamps were dull and the streets empty if not a few cars that passed by every now and then. Ink yawned, and shivered, holding his bag closer to his chest to try to keep it from getting wet.

As he was about to turn the corner he heard a loud obnoxious crash. Looking around he saw two people jump out of a broken viewing window from a store Ink had walked by less than a minute earlier. It was hard to see them through the rain but they were skeleton monsters. One had a gun and fired inside the building, the noise giving ink a jolt of adrenaline. Maybe he shouldn't be out in the street right now. Ink took that time to run. Sliding into an alley to hide from all of the commotion. He crouched down in the corner, putting his bag in his lap, and listened, having to just wait for them to leave and then he could go home-

" -hone fucking broken, thanks for being a fucking idiot," a voice said, probably from one of the two people. Ink felt his body tensing up and his hands tightly gripped his legs.  That was probably the people from before, and they had a gun. Fuck.

"That's not my fault, maybe get your shit together," a different voice said.

"Say that to me again and my phone won't be the only thing broken here" The first hissed back as they entered the alley Ink had been hiding in. He couldn't have wanted to slap himself more. "Do you have your phone?" they said again as the other was silent.

"No, I don't.." the second one muttered

"So now we're stuck here until we can get a hold of someone?" The first growled, angrier now.

"Can't you teleport us-"

"No, I can't! Since I can't teleport without a location to go to!" They yelled

Ink sat there silently listening, he closed his eyes, hoping that they would just leave... the two seemed to go back and forth for a while and Ink was shivering harder now. He could feel his stomach rumble as the rain poured onto him. After a while their voices faded and Ink's body was numb, cold to the touch. He leaned on his bag that was tucked into his chest and closed his eyes. He could feel the rain softly pounding on his shoulders as the cold empty feeling grew in his chest.

It was all so loud yet peaceful, he felt his shoulders relax subconsciously and the patter of rain made his mind drift. He felt so small, so dull, so empty...

The rain on his shoulders disappeared and it took ink a couple of seconds to realize it. Ink looked up through the heavy drops of water. Someone stood over him, staring down with bright heterochromatic eyelights. They had ash-covered bones and markings along them. They were...

Pretty.

"Who-" Ink's voice was scratchy from not using it. He coughed and the other took their gun out. Ink jolted, leaning to get away but the other took the hilt of the pistol and smacked him in the face. Ink felt his body land on the pavement with a splat. The world spun around him and soon everything faded away....

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Later
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Ink woke up in a blind panic, body jolting up painfully fast. He had a massive headache and was quivering in pain. Ink coughed into his sleeve, shivering as a breeze blew by.

"Are you ok?" Someone said from right next to him. Ink jumped, looking over to see another skeleton with soft yellow eyelights and a warm, welcoming smile.

"W-who?" Ink muttered, crossing his arms to try to warm up.

"Oh.. my name is Dream" they smiled holding a badge up to show that they worked for the police. "I noticed you passed out here... can you remember anything?"

Ink blankly stared at the other, looking around. "I.." he felt his face, a giant blackish bruise covering the right side of his face. Ink's eyelights shifted, turning from confused purple swirls to an anxious square and triangle.

"Here let me get you a blanket, you're probably freezing" Dream got up, helping Ink up as well as he grabbed his bag that was lying under a dumpster near them. It was dry and untouched by the rain. Ink shivered again, following Dream out of the alley. The street was littered with cop cars and bright yellow tape, and a few news reporters around as well. Ink let out a breath to his hands as Dream handed him a weighted blanket.

"I'm gonna take you back to the station if that's ok? I need you to ask you a few questions and you look like you had a long night heh.." they tried to brighten the mood and Ink awkwardly smiled back through chittering teeth.

"Well as long as I'm not going to jail..." Ink chuckled at the joke which dream seemed to crack a smile.

"Also can I get your name?" They asked

"Oh.. my name is Ink..." He nervously smiled. Dream nodded and opened the car door for Ink to get in. Ink clambered inside, curling up to try to stay warm, leaning against the door with a tired look. Ink couldn't remember the last time he was in a nice car like this.. he listened to the car start and watched the buildings go by with a soft frown.

Ink didn't remember much from last night but...

That face...

That beautiful face...

Who was that?

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