Inquisitive

Chapter 3| " Tell me, Ink "

It's been a day since their plan failed them. Error still breathing and kicking somewhere ( maybe he's with Nightmare- Ink's mind informed him ) while the others still recovered from their injuries. Most of them were still in Omniverse - including Ink - since they still didn't want to go back to their AU because of their injuries. Even though the fight was tough -

( It's felt so one-sided fight. One against 50-ish monsters. Logically, it should be them that win yet, their enemy was the one who got the victory. This stings Ink's SOUL. )

- somehow, they able to control the casualties. No one die and the worst casualties are a few missing bones that can be fixed by Ink's magic. After he recovered from his exhausted, he helps the others who have trouble healing. He used his brush to paint for some monster that lost their limbs. 

( He really thankful that he have huge magic in himself. That's the benefit when he became The Creator. He has unlimited magic -though sometimes he needs to rest to replenish his magic )

But being God doesn't mean that he can do anything carelessly. He needs to limit his magic when he sparing with the others. Their magic can't rival with his magic. Their gap was so big that sometime Ink afraid that he will hurt the others. If they ever get hurt because of him- Ink gulped anxiously- he would never forgive himself. And, yesterday....he almost-

( Ink's breathing became still, like he breathing in the ocean. He tried to take a breath, gasping for air yet, he can't breath

and he can't hear anything

just silence greeting him

and he was falling,

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he.... he needs to move. If he didn't move now, they...they 'll ...

Ink didn't want them to become dust! No, not his creation! He will never hurt the others using his own magic! He promised himself! If ... if they die because of him, then he wasn't different from him. )

- Ink shook his head. He didn't need to think about the glitch. Every time he thinks about him, he felt his anger boiling in his SOUL. He tried to ignore his feeling by doing something that he enjoys, drawing. His hand reached toward his sketchbook that sat innocently on his desk. Now, what should he dra-

Knock! Knock!

Hmm? Who is it? It's - Ink look at the clock - 3: 10 p.m. Who could it be? Ink wait for the guest to enter the room, yet the door still closes. He looked puzzled at the door. Another knock makes Ink jolted on his chair. Why didn't he just ente- Oh right, he forgot to answer it. Stupid mind!

"Come in!"

The knob twisted before the guest entered into his room. Oh, it's - " Razz " Cold sweat slide on his skull. Did Razz hold a grudge to him after the accident? Oh Lord, he hopes not!

Razz closed the door before he facing Ink once again. " Ink" he greeted. Ink suddenly remember the accident once again - feeling so hopeless, he so desperate. He will do anything, anything. He called for help and-  " How's Mutt?" Ink asked, trying to distract himself from thinking about him.