Over The Rainbow (Ink Sans X Reader)

Chapter 10

The next day, luckily for me, is Saturday. A day were I can relax and be lazy with nothing holding me back. A day of happiness and comfort. So I decided to have a movie marathon with the others. We set rules, though. No interrupting, no spoiling, no laughing too hard, no laughing for too long, no pausing in the middle, be compatible, and no scary movies, much to Red's dismay.

We settled on the first Harry Potter movie, since Blue devoured the first book in a week. I stationed myself next to him so he's got somebody at the semi-freaky parts. Everyone's getting essentials; blankets, pillows, snacks, Blue's monkey, and other random trinkets that really aren't necessary. The movie is about to start when I remember the popcorn. When I get up to start it, Red gets up as well and trails me into the kitchen. I have a feeling he's going to talk to me, so I hesitantly close the door to the kitchen when we get inside.

"So?" I ask, grabbing a microwaveable popcorn bag out of the cupboard.

"So," he repeats, smirking. I choose to ignore him. He walks way too slowly over to the dining table and sits down. He does the same feet-on-the-table thing from last night. "I was wondering..." His voice dies quickly.

I start the microwave and lean against the counter. He clears his throat (how, I don't know) and starts again, but stammers. "I-If you would want to..." He stops and starts over multiple times, but finally blurts it out on his third try. "D-do you wanna take a walk with me l-later?"

I stare at him, half amused, half surprised. "Well, sure. But we can't go around town, someone might see you. We'll need to go in the woods." We both look out the window, past the porch, past the unkept lawn, and into the forest.

"Fine," he says coolly, but glances nervously at me. I wonder if he thinks I'm scared of the woods. Well, I'm not.

"Let's go now," I say, a little too courageously. Red blinks, obviously surprised, but he keeps his cool composure and follows me into the living room again, the prepared bag of popcorn lying forgotten on the cutting board.

"Hi," I say as I slip into the living room. "Red and I are going on a walk." Everyone's reaction is different; Blue doesn't tear his eyesockets from the movie, Ink looks startled and maybe even envious (of Red?), and Hip-Hop winks and shoots me a thumbs-up. I decide to recruit him as my wingman when I get back.

The back door's glass is cold to the touch. I've shrugged on a sweatshirt and pulled out my favorite pair of worn out tennis shoes. Outside, the chilly breeze is even colder than the glass. I shiver, and Red looks at me quizzically.

"You're cold?"

"You're not?" I stammer between shaky breaths, and my teeth chatter. Red laughs.

"I don't have a nervous system, so I can't send alerts to my brain about my non-existent skin temperature," he jokes. I laugh, and he looks proud of himself.

As we amble along the path, I begin to get colder and colder until Red is visibly concerned. My teeth are chattering, my breath leaves a light fog, and I'm shivering badly.

"Here," he says suddenly, and hands me his jacket. I eye it in astonishment, not daring to believe what just happened. Did he just do that?

He just did that. I reluctantly slip it on over my sweatshirt. It's surprisingly fuzzy.

"So..." I murmur, trying to break the silence between us. "Is there something you wanted to talk to me about?"

Red nods, and when he speaks, his voice is lowered. "Listen, Y/N. Not all of us are friendly or caring. I have to give you a warning. If anyone appears here introducing themselves as Error, Dust, Horror, or Nightmare, avoid them at all costs."

"What? Why? What did they do?" I ask fearfully. "What do you mean by 'us'?"

"Those guys...they call themselves the Bad Sanses," he grimaces. "I'm technically one of them."

My jaw drops. I can't help it. Here I am, believing that Red is a safe, unsuspicious person, until he turns out to be part of a gang that could probably kill me off in a second.

We're both about to speak when snow starts to fall. I crane my neck upwards to see it slowly drift down, landing gently on the grass and dirt path. The flakes remind me of the person I used to be; quiet, innocent, unique. But when I think of all of the snowflakes being one of my newfound friends, we blend together. This isn't just snow...it's a realization.

Red mutters something about turning back, but all I hear is "house", "waiting" and "movie". I agree absentmindedly and follow him. Is he also as dangerous as that group sounds. He's been so nice, but maybe it's all an act. I don't know anymore.

When we return to the living room, I notice that Ink takes extra precautions to make sure I'm next to him, and nit Red. But on my other side is Hip-Hop. When I sit down a little shakily, he says, under his breath, "How did it go?"

I sigh. "I don't know, really. What I do know is that I don't need a wingman anymore."

Red, Ink and Hip-Hop don't make eye contact with each other for the rest of our marathon.