Over The Rainbow (Ink Sans X Reader)

Chapter 9

Tonight, I have no intention of falling asleep. I'm mulling over what Fell shouted at Ink earlier this evening. You were busy making that drawing of Y/N. A drawing? Of me? No one would want that; I'm an eyesore. My hair is never brushed, I don't put any effort into my outfit, and makeup is extinct in my house. I'm not picture-worthy.

But now that I'm thinking about all that beauty junk, my hand instinctively flies to my hair. I grimace. It's greasy.

Welp, I think to myself as I quietly get up to go into my connected bathroom. Cleanliness comes first...even at 10 o'clock at night.

I don't use the shower because Blue has developed a habit of wandering into my room uninvited at the strangest of times. For example, times similar to now. So I resort to turning on the sink and waiting for the water to warm up. I grab my shampoo and conditioner as I wait. After I set the bottles next to the sink, I stick a finger under the stream of water. It's hot enough for me to wince and pull my finger back. Perfect.

I lean forward and let the water run onto my hair. It feels nice. Great, even. I grasp around for my hair products and begin working on cleaning my nest of unruly hair.

By the time I straighten up and glance at the little digital clock on the counter, it's 10:37. I've been in here for half an hour. Groaning quietly, I start on my next part of my mission: drying my hair that's so wet I could be passed off as just having gotten out of a dunk tank. As I rub it ferociously with a gray towel, I hear my door slowly creak open.

"Y/N?" Blue calls. "Where did you go?" I'm surprised to hear him lower his voice for once. I guess he understands that night is a time of quiet.

"In here," I whisper-shout back. It's not long before the bathroom door swings open as well.

"Hi," he smiles. I return it for a brief second before going back to drying my hair. "What are you doing?"

"Going to bed," I say.

"Why?"

"Because I need sleep."

"Why?" I know what he's doing. And I know exactly what to do.

"Because," I tell him, removing my towel with a little flourish, "I'll be tired in the morning if I don't sleep, and so will you. C'mon, let's go." I start walking towards the door, but before I can put my hand on the door, Blue takes it in his glove. I look behind me. He really does look tired. I don't take my hand away. Together we slip into the hallway, where I realize that I don't have the faintest idea of where he sleeps. I ask him. Blue points to a white door, and I restrain myself from breaking down.

The guest room.

"You share with Ink?" I ask nonchalantly. Blue nods. I shake my head slightly and push open the door.

There's a mattress on the floor that I swear I've never owned, and a tangle of blankets is sprawled on it. I recognize a few as my own from downstairs, but the others are unfamiliar. The new ones are all different shades of gray. I take it that Blue sleeps here, and I discover I'm correct when he dives onto them, landing with a slight oof. I grin.

"Blue," a voice says, a voice I've grown to recognize. "You woke up Y/N?" Ink sounds tired as well, even exhausted.

"Well, yeah," Blue shrugs. I didn't know he had an attitude. "And she's gonna read me my bedtime story."

I never agreed to this, but I speak before I have time to think about what I'm saying. "It's fine," I assure Ink, who smiles weakly. "I'll go get, like, Harry Potter or something."

As I trek downstairs to dig through my bookshelf, I find Fell rifling through my fridge. He grabs a bottle of mustard and flips it to the other hand before realizing that I, wet hair and all, am standing in the stairway, extremely confused. He sets the bottle back in the fridge, staring at me all the while. I don't know why. It's kinda creepy.

"Hey," he says coolly, sticking his hands in his pockets and acting like nothing happened. He also gifts me with a you-didn't-see-anything look. I put my hands up.

"Don't shoot," I smirk, rolling my eyes. "I'm just getting something for Blue."

Fell closes the fridge. "Let me guess. Book."

"Yeah," I say, and begin to head into the living room to get the book. I can feel Fell's eyes bearing into my back, and I swear he's searing a hole there. It almost feels like it burns.

I finally whirl around, annoyed with him. "What do you want, Fell?" I huff.

"Well," he starts, shrugging. "Technically, that's not my name." I blink. He looks amused.

"I go by Red, usually," he continues. I purse my lips.

"So you went under a fake name."

"Kind of."

"Why?" I sound like Blue, childish and curious. "Did you assume I was...dangerous? Untrustworthy?"

"Pretty much," he says smoothly, sliding onto a stool and looking me straight in the eyes. Intimidating.

"Yeah, well I'm not," I glare, my voice raising. I hurry to control myself. "So, Red, why are you fishing mustard out of my fridge at 11?"

"I was hungry," he grins. "And there was no one around to cook for me." He puts his feet up on the counter and crosses his ankles, then puts his hands behind his head and leans back, resting against the back of the chair.

I sigh and wave my hand limply at the fridge. "Have at it. I only use ketchup anyways."

Fell/Red mutters something like "Classic'll like that." I don't ask who Classic is. I expect I'll find out soon enough.

I remind myself what I came downstairs for and hurry to find the book, but as I do, I catch myself staring at Fell/Red. He looks at me curiously and I startle. He actually smiles - smiles! - at me before going back to staring at the counter blankly. I watch him with interest.

"What are you looking at?" he asks, but his tone isn't harsh. More teasing.

"N-nothing," I stammer, tucking my book under my arm and rushing upstairs before Red notices my face is flushed. When I enter the guest room again, Blue has found some old stuffed monkey I kept for some reason. I look at Ink, who is sitting on his bed, doodling on a piece of paper. He looks up briefly, and I motion towards the edge of the bed.

"May I?" I ask, and he smiles.

"Of course." I sit down and open the book to the first page. I start reading aloud, and it's relaxing in here. No chaos, no shouting, no nothing. Just quietness and a book and three misfits. Misfits who ended up fitting in together.

By the end of the third chapter, I've wound up on the floor with Blue, who has positioned himself so that I can lay next to him with out flattening the little guy. I'm pretty sure he's asleep, so I roll off the mattress and stand up. Ink's asleep as well.

Right as I'm about to open the door, I hear footsteps in the hallway and thank the Lord that everyone is going to leave me alone.

Ink, Blue, Hip-Hop, and even Confusing Name Fell/Red have finally decided to get some shut-eye, leaving me to go back to my contemplating about why Ink is drawing me and why I'm getting flustered around Fell/Red now.

What a night.