The Real Meaning Of Life (inktale sans x reader)

Meeting The Artist

"Go take a walk maybe that will help you clear your mind." you remember those words that you heard from your mom as you walk up the famous mountain hoping that you would disappear like a fire in the rain. After you got cheated on and dumped you just wanted to feel nothing. No emotion, No pain and no happiness. You were not depressed. And you definantly aren't suicidal but you still felt broken. As you walked up the mountain you than started thinking that you still wanted a life so you started to make your way down the mountain but you tripped on a rock into a hole. Or at least you thought it was a hole. It was a hole but wasn't a hole. It had a HOLE lot of white in the hole to be a hole. But still you knew it was a hole of some kind. You thought this as you fell in the so called hole but didn't feel a crash. Yes you were on ground you could stand but it didn't hurt when you fell. You then looked around yourself. There was white around every corner. The hole situation was the least of your confusion. 'Am I dead? Am I in a coma? Is this real- wait I think I'm hungry.' all of these thoughts crossed your mind has you sat there. Little did you know you were actually muttering all you said and you were being listened to by a certain colorful skeleton and a artsy skeleton. They were bone dead scared cuz nobody comes to the void enless they want trouble. Or to sleep in there home in inks case. Anyway they made their way to you in their battle stances but grown confused when they saw you.

You eventually noticed the skeleton problem and screamed like a fan girl/boy seeing there ship happening and cant contain their fan girl/boy explosion. But more terrified then happy.
Eventually you calmed down enough to hear them.
"Calm down dudette your screams are not radical to my ears." said the colorful skeleton. (If you don't like fresh deal with it I'm making him the kindest monster out there) The skeleton with the gigantic paint brush made his way towards you and extended his hand out to you and said . "hello my name is ink. What's your name?" you took his hand and stood up telling him your name because you felt you could trust him. Not the colorful one though his clothes made your eyes wanna die but you didn't show it. " That's a really nice name y/n. Anyway how did you get down here?" Ink asked while fresh just stood there like an idiot. You explained to him about the hole and the hole questions that was running through your HOLE mind. Ink was confused about your hole matrix but he eventually just pushed it aside and tried to introduce you to fresh. "Anyway this is fres-" He was cut off when you randomly said you were hungry. He chuckled and said "I wonder if fresh can make food fresher than his name." and fresh replied saying " you bet I can broski! I make a mean pancake." you heard pancake and amediently trusted him and worshipped him. For three seconds flat.

"Well I guess I can bring you to my house and we can force fresh to make pancakes." you liked the idea of making fresh your slave of food making. so you agreed to inks food plan. He then grabbed your hand and freshes and teleported to his house and fresh amediently started cooking. You noticed that the house was mostly art and you loved it. Being a beginner artist you were amazed seeing all the amazing art on the wall. "Like what ya see?" ink chuckled as he saw you staring at his art. You enthusiastically said yes and pointed at your favorite piece of artwork on the wall. It was a hill with the night sky behind it. The hill was beautifully detailed and the night sky looked as though it was a photograph of a galaxy only it wasn't cuz its stars didn't really look realistic like the rest of the picture. They were just white dots but they went perfectly with the rest of the picture. Ink then told you that is was one of his best works which then lead to you asking him for art lessons which he gladly accepted. The smell of pancakes ended the conversation as fresh walked out of the kitchen with the pancakes in his boney hands. "Well that's the pancakes. We can talk about the art classes later." ink said as he made his way to get a pancake at the dinner table. You ran over and took a seat next to ink and ate your pancakes like you never ate in your life.

well here we are the end of the first chappy. If you can't tell ink totally loves you since he and invited you to his house for food. Every man knows that if you want to get to a women's heart you have to feed them.

Ink: I don't love the reader
Me: correction you don't love the reader right now. I'm not one of those people who write about love at first sight cuz I personally don't know how a touch of a hand can get ink to think stuff like "i just get the feeling that I want to protect her forever." or "I'm feeling a bit weird is this love?" OR AND THIS IS THE ONE THAT REALLY GETS ON MY NERVES "I think I love y/n OH NO STAP IT BRAIN STAPP IT I DONT LOVE Y/n UGHH STAPP!" yeah I'm pretty sure nobody has that conversation with their brain when they see a pretty girl.
Ink: jeez calm urself women
Me: I just don't understand I mean ill be reading a ink x reader fanfic and it will say the "I think I love her" or "I want to protect her idk y" scenarios and ill just be like. "Man I must be one hot chick." cuz there's no other way he would love me just by looking at me.
Ink: AUTHER~CHAN THE STORY ENDED A WHILE AGO STAP PROLONGING IT
me: FINE anyway I hope y'all have a fantastic day thinking about holes that don't look like holes but are holes
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