Fairytale - An Undertale AU

Chapter 19 - Battle of Wits and More

"What?" I ask, looking at him. He looks at me, eyes wide and full of confusion. He has no idea what happened. Oh my gosh. Sighing, I pinch the bridge of my nose. "So, what you're telling me, is that I went there for nothing?" I ask, glaring at him. He looks back that the pages, eyes narrowing at them. Ink has no idea. The one person who is literally suppose to have all the answers has no idea.

"I just don't know. Nothing like this has ever happened," he says, rubbing the back of his head. Groaning, I throw my head back. Dream looks at me, then back to Ink. "Did you feel anything change, Dream?" Ink asks him. Dream taps his chin, only to end up shaking his head. Looking down at my outfit, I look at him.

"By the way, what is this?" I ask, motioning to it.

"I thought you might want to fit in," he responds.

"By looking like an edgy piece of crap?" I ask. He nods.

"I like it," Dream says, looking at me.

"Shut it," I snap, turning to him. Turning back to Ink, I cross my arms. His eyes scan over the page as he picks it up, putting it back onto it's string. Sighing, I lean back, floating around. Dream follows me as start screwing around. Looking at him, I narrow my eyes. "Where that staff come from anyways?" I ask. During our fight with Nightmare, it kind of just appeared.

"I summoned it," he says. I look at him, dumbfounded. "It's kind of like your powers, and how you get your fans. I just hold my hand out like this, think about it, and it appears," he says, demonstrating. Gliding over to him, I try taking the staff. My hand fazes through it. Confused, I look at him. "Only I can hold it," he says, shrugging.

"Why?" I ask.

"Well, it's a weapon made of good feelings. Me, being the living embodiment of said feelings, can control it. It's kind of like that one comic that fell into the underground once . . . Thor? Yeah, like that," he says, nodding. Oh yeah, I remember that. Alphys found it in the dump and showed it to me. It's about some alien guy who has a hammer. Or was he a demigod? Eh, whatever.

"Huh," I say, looking at it. Once I look at my hands, I close my eyes. My body begins to glow and my fans drop into my hands. Dream looks at them, inspecting. Ink looks at me, raising an eyebrow. "What?" I ask, looking at him. He sighs, gliding over.

"It's a waste of power," he says. Rolling my eyes, I cross my glowing arms.

"Oh? What, are you afraid I'll over show you?" I ask, looking at him.

"Wha- No!" he exclaims.

"Prove it," I say, smiling.

"I'm not going to fight a cripple," he remarks, motioning to my leg.

"Har har, seriously. Here, make a world and heal my leg there," I say triumphantly. He shakes his head. "Oh come on, you must want to let off some steam," I say, crossing my arms. Rolling his eyes, he crosses his arms, glancing at his station. Dream smiles, being as giddy as ever. Ink looks at him, then me. Finally, he sighs.

"Alright, fine. But just know that, while it's healed there, the healing progress with halt here. And anything that happens to you there transfers here," he says, raising his finger. Dream cheers and I high five him. Ink glides over to his stand, scribbling some stuff onto a paper. Once he finishes, he motions us over. We glide over and he teleports us all in. Looking down, I see my leg. Once again, it's healed. Turning towards Ink and Dream, I smile at them. Dream summons his staff and Ink turns. "Alright, you kids have fun," he says.

"Ah ah ah!" I call out. "That was not the deal. You make the place and we fight!" I say triumphantly. He groans and turns, looking at me. Determination fills me as I cross my hands, popping my hip out. He looks at Dream, who is jumping up and down.

"I'm not gonna fight you," he says.

"What, are you scared?" I ask.

"No, because I know I'll win. It's a waste of time," he says, shrugging. Narrowing my eyes, I begin to glow. Dream looks between us, eyes wide. Ink bites his inner cheek, looking at me. A smile grows on my face as he sighs. "I know I'll win," he says, getting in a fighting stance. Laughing, I do the same.

"Prove it," I say, shooting forward. Our fists connect, a near explosion happening. A smirk crosses his face as he swings his leg up. "Nope," I say, catching it. His eyes widen as I lift it up, swinging it over my head and slam him on the ground. Dream gasps, the ground shaking. Ink starts to stand, a look of determination crossing his face.

"This is interesting," he says, moving towards me. He swings at me, missing. Sweeping my leg, he jumps up and kicks me in the side. As I stumble over, I growl. His eyes widen. "Whoops, didn't mean to hurt you," he sighs. My fist catches him in the side, sending him tumbling. We both get up. Manifesting my fans, he pulls out his paint brush.

"Stealing my thing?" I ask.

"Oh, please. I was doing this before it was cool," he laughs.

"God lord, hipster wanna be much?" I retort. We head for each other at the same time. Bringing my fan down on him, he blocks it was his brush. Dream jumps out of the way as Ink pushes me back. We clash again, him swinging at me first. This repeats, over and over, until we are too tired to move, let alone attack. Huffing, Ink and I collapse to the ground. Dream walks over it me, eyes wide.

"Hipster my ass," Ink finally says.

"Oh my God, you are and you know it," I laugh, sweat pouring down my face.

"Guys?" Dream says, looking at us. Laughing, I rest my hand on my head.

"I guess no one won," I say. Ink chuckles.

"Yeah, guess so," he responds.