THe Wrath of The Creator-An Ink! Sans Story

Part 1

" When you can't feel anything, that's just your emotions whisking off to warn someone. " 

~Ink 

Sarial's POV

  " Revolutionaries wait, for my head on a silver plate... " I sang quietly. My home was quaint, so I'm normally alone in this house. Someone's started to visit me however. His name is Ink. Pretty weird name, I know, but I have a friend who's name is literally Blueberry, so I shouldn't be talking. The first time I met him was still clear as day in my mind.

~Flashbak(a)~

 The unfamiliar ring of the doorbell was a sound I had heard not so many times. I looked through the door hole. " Who is it? " Once I stopped talking, I realized I could not see the figure at the door. " Uh, who's there? " I asked again. " I'm Ink! I'm a friend of Blueberry. He said you were a good friend of his and I should visit you! " I peered into the hole a little bit more, trying to see him. " How do I know you're not lying? I can't even see you! " I heard a yelp, then Ink responding, " Because you can ask him! I can't brainwash him or anything like that. Or you could ask Dream. "

  " Why can't I see you then? " He may have proof, but I was still cautious. " ...it's because I'm short, " he murmured. " Let me see you! " " Fine, but you'll have to open the door. " It swung open, and I saw a skeleton who was one of the shortest people I've ever seen (other than Blue of course). He had paint splatters all over his face, but the most recognizable was a black one on the bottom-left of his skull. His pupils switched quickly; shapes and colors rapidly changing. 

  His brown scarf covered his neck and trailed down his back. He was wearing a dark brown painter's smock, paint all over it. His arms and hands were still covered, however not the tips of his fingers. The arms were covered by long sleeves that were dark brown. His hands were shielded by fingerless gloves. He sure does like brown doesn't he? I ask myself.

  A belt was wrapped around his shoulder and connecting to his right hip. A series of colors were on it in rainbow order. I assumed he liked to paint. A light blue jacket was hugging his waist. I saw a huge broom-brush thing on his back, which was huge. His leg bones were visible, leading down to black shoes with a tiger pattern and yellow lining. I looked him up and down. " So you're that short. " " Yeah. Don't blame me for my height! " I snicker. " Don't worry boke. In another life, I was short as hell. " Ink blushed the rainbow..? Huh, I thought. 

  Suddenly, a flash of blue appeared and tackled Ink. " Wha-!? Blueberry! " Ink yelled as Blueberry continued to hug him. He then pounces down on me. " Resorting to nicknames already? " Blueberry asked me with eyebrows (note to self: non-existent) wiggling, raising and lowering. " I just met him Blueberry, what do you think you're asking me!? " I whisper-yelled. " I ship it~! " I blushed, not knowing what to think of him. " S-shut up, boke! " I yelled. 

  " Fine~ But I'll be back!~ " he stated with a proud face. When he left, you giggled. Blueberry was always such a good friend to you. Seeing Ink still on the ground, and paralyzed, you got up and stuck out your hand. " Here, boke. " He took my hand. I flinched. When he got up, I wiped my hands on my shorts (/pants/skirts/whatever). " Oh, how mean! " Ink whined to me. " Shut up and leave, boke. " He pouted. " Fine then, Neko. " I cringed at the nickname. " Why Neko, boke?! " I exclaimed crossly. (Ahaha cross) " Because sometimes you can be like a cat. Fierce. " I growled. 

  He grinned and left. I bonked my head on the wooden table in my beige painted house. 

~~~End of flashback~~~

  I smiled at the thought. Of the thought of going back. Oh no, though, that couldn't happen. For a second, though, I did think it could.

  That happy reality (SLAV SHUT UP!) was immediately shattered as someone barged through the door of my house. 

  " Sarial! Sarial!? " someone yelled. " Blueberry? Dream? What's wrong guys? " I asked them with sincerity in my voice. Even a soulless man could notice the tone in their voice was scared and afraid. " It's Ink. " I stood up from the plain white couch. " What about him? He 'accidentally' let Error clean up his notebook paper again? " They shook their heads. It was decided. If it wasn't that, then it'll either be really serious or ridiculous. 

  Serious was what the situation was about. " Ink's personality; well, not just that. It's like his own being's changed! " Blueberry exclaimed. Dream could only nod his head. " He couldn't be like that, could he? " I inquired. " Yes, he can, and will. " 

  Dream finally spoke up. I stared in shock. " What? " he asked. It was like he was emo or something. (get it 'cause I'm goffik) " Nothing, Dream. You're just so...different too. " Dream immediately felt like his shoes were interesting. " I feel like he's getting affected too, " Blueberry whispers. 

  I hit him on the head.

  When I woke up the next morning, the sunset was like that scene that happened yesterday. Trying to get into my brain, and finally breaking in. 

(what the sunset looked like)

(I had to use this!!)

  Startled, I jumped back into bed. A figure towered over me. " Hello, Sarial, " a deep voice greeted. " How do you know my name!? " I asked. " Because... 

I 

KNOW 

YOU. "

  I immediately recognized the voice. " I-Ink? " I stammered nervously. He chuckled. " Technically, yes, but actually, no. " His shadowy figure waved at me. " Sweet dreams. =) "

~End~