Invasion of the Inky

Chapter Three: No Inking Around

Fated glanced nervously around as his eyelights flickered over to any escape routes. He didn't enjoy what the other useless Inks were talking about. Not at all.

Shell just grinned.

Fated reached over to the magic that he was not used to using... to find it gone. Completely. In fact, he didn't even bother to hide how furious he was. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!" He growled at Shell, his brush coated with red paint.

"Oh.. I might have noticed you being naughty, body stealing not very nice," Shell mused, not taking them seriously at all, and for a good reason.

Roto looked up from eating his chocolate, tilting his head in confusion as he ate the final bite of the second bar. "What did I miss? Sorry, I can get distracted when it comes to chocolate," he said, chuckling sheepishly.

Fated growled as his glare hardened. If this Ink was trying to drive him out of his puppet's body, it wasn't going to work. Unless he was hurt enough, of course.

"Aww... what a silly incarnation," Shell said smiling.

"INCARNATION?!" Screeched Fated as he launched himself at Shell. How dare he insult the one and only Fate?!

Roto thinks for a moment before getting up. He grabs a chocolate bar from his jacket and hands it to Fated. "Eat chocolate! You're not you when you're hungry!" Roto chirped as he pushed the bar into Fated's hands and returned to his spot.

"Incarnation, avatar of a shard of reality. If killed, a new avatar will be created by the chaos that spawns all," Shell said, yawning.

"Misprint and Smalt are awful influences..." Roto chuckled to himself as he nibbled on his third bar.

"Can I have chocolate?!" Key exclaimed, leaping out of the tree.

Fated growled.... well tried to at least with the chocolate in his mouth. He spat out the sweet candy before growling once again. "Listen, I am no Incarnation. I WILL KILL YOU!" And with that, Fated attempted to slash Fated with red paint... only for it to nearly hit Key instead, who blocked it with a rapidly summoned barrier of a type the others hadn't seen before.

"Sure!" Roto smiled as he took another bar from his pocket and gave it to Key. How much chocolate does this creator have?

"Yeah, time out Fate," Shell said angrily, and flicked Fated's forehead, and he collapsed after glowing for a second.

The sound of sizzling and burning can be heard as the red paint shimmered out of existence as its creator was knocked out.

Key's eyelights glowed a happy green as he noms on the chocolate. He LOVES chocolate, he blames Error.

Fated's body seemed to glitch for a few seconds before if finally glitched to a what seemed to be a smaller Ink. Except... with four pairs of grey wings and a black holo. He wore what seemed to be a scarf with two long wings and a hood instead of the normal jacket. His clothes were all greyish and very pale.

"Why does he give me such a bad feeling- wait, who's this?!" Key exclaimed hyperly. There was a reason Error banned him from having more than one piece of chocolate.

What seemed to be more interesting was how the skeleton who was formerly Fated, who looked 28, now looked 6, and was much smaller than any other Ink known- well, if you excluded the variant of him who were children.

"Non possessed Ink," Shell said, biting into a chocolate bar the size of his head.

"Oh. Cool," said Key. "I think I'm just going to be glad he wasn't Norted, that old fart was a pain in the tailbone to deal with."