Ran into You (Ink!Sans X Reader)

~Chapter 3~

P.o.V. Ink
(Y/N) slammed the door behind her, grumbling something about a 'spot' as she went. Papyrus groaned, rolling his eyes.

"She's going to her spot." He said with annoyance evident. "We're not gonna see her for a few days."

Chara huffed. "It was just an opinion. She didn't have to get so hard-headed about it."

"Chara, you know how she is about that stuff. It's like her trigger."

I raised a brow as I listened. "I apologize, but what am I missing here?" I asked.

Paps looked at me with a weak smile. "(Y/N)'s pissed off. I know because she claimed to be going to Muffet's but turned towards the Waterfall's as soon as the door closed. She's going to her 'spot' she goes when she's done being around people. No one can remember how to find it but her."

I smiled. "Well I could try! I did make this AU after all."

Paps grinned. "Actually, that would be great. The sooner we get her back here we can work on getting my bro back."

I nodded. "Any hints as to her location?" 

Chara piped up this time. "She's only taken me there once, but I slept most of the way there and back. It's behind a little runoff waterfall. She pulls a lot of human junk from the waterfalls and tinkers with it. That and she pulls all the books and pages she finds. Even if it's one page, she saves it and drys it out. So there's paper everywhere in the cave. And a lot of mythology stuff."

I nodded and tore a rift in the wall. "I'll go find her and bring her back." I said curtly, stepping through to my first suspected spot. Thus began the search.
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You woke up from a horrible dream, screaming a blood-curdling cry even louder than the waterfall. Your heart pounded as images repeated in your head. You kept seeing a fight. Papyrus got hurt, by Blueberry?

You shook your head. That couldn't be right. Blueberry would never hurt Papyrus. And besides, that bastard had him. Did Error have the power to make Sans do such a thing?

You cradled your on-growing headache. Feeling stress creeping to dangerous heights, you snatched a few pencils and a clean sheet of paper. Your hand moved on its own accord, my eyes merely an audience as pieces were put together. You folded the paper and drew again. Your stress produced image after image, not really knowing what you were drawing until you had stopped drawing. You found yourself with each page being on a part of a whole picture. You huffed and stood from your couch. You collected the papers and filled an old bucket with water. Bringing both papers and water to the cave wall, you started placing papers on the cave wall, first dipping them in the water to make them cling to the wall.

You pieced it together and stepped back, looking at the mural of work. You didn't have a clue as to why you drew it. Back to back stood two skeletons, both of which you recognized. One was the damned monster than had ruined you. He with one hand raised, eyes staring off into a night sky, only broken by silver moonlight. On his other side their was your savior in beige. Ink stood, a slight grin across his face. He to had his hand raced but he looked off into a white expanse. Paints and Ink curled off his fingers, extending towards white walls as though trying to paint them.

Overall it looked good, but it held no reason.

You peered at it closely, finding your gaze continuously looking to Error. Anger rose in your cheeks and your released an anguished cry as you clawed at the wet paper around his face. It crumbled easily and you threw the paper pulped into the water fall, you sighed, and returned to your couch. You retrieved a new book and tried to read, but couldn't focus.