Sequel to Errorink book:To Be or Not To Be Enemies.
Contains multiple ships. Afterdeath, cream, errorink of course, dustberry, poth, killermare, etc. The adventure continues! Read to see what happens, but read the other book first if you haven't to...
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Ink's POV
I sit in Outertale, finishing a drawing. I flip to a new page and make the base for a head. I look around, but I had drawn everyone here.
What can I draw now? Who can I draw? I have another hour before he wants me to move onto another AU.
I look up at the sky and see the hundreds of beautiful stars.
Constellations? Worth a shot.
I look around at the stars, trying to spot constellations. I couldn't find any of the common ones so I look for ones I could make up. I find some and get to work. I smile, finding this fun.
"Stargazing again huh? You always were a fan of Outertale."A voice says
A beloved voice I have not heard in a while.
I turn my head and see my brother sitting on the ledge, smiling at me.
"Pap? What are you doing here?"I ask
"What? I can't come and check on my favorite brother?"He asks, giving me a skull noogie
"I'm your only brother!"I say, chuckling
He laughs sweetly.
"You know you can always talk to me. Just mutter my name three times."He says
"So what brings you here?"I ask
"I noticed some jerk mistreating my brother and came to help. Things aren't what they seem, Ink."He says
"Oh! The collar is no big deal."I assure him
"But messing with your memory is."He says
"What are you talking about?"I ask
Something on his wrist beeps.
"I gotta go handle some things, just do me a favor and try to sketch that constellation right there."He says, pointing up at the sky
I look up at the bunch of stars.
"What do you see?"He asks
"A constellation of Glitchy!"I say, then excitedly get to work on it
"That's my brother."He says
I look at him and he fades away.
"I love you bro."I say
I keep checking the constellation and drawing it. Then I hear a yell growing louder. I look up and get knocked to the ground, the sketchbook flying from my hands. I tumble and roll across the ground, hearing someone grunt with every movement. I couldn't make sense of my surroundings. But then a hand is put down, stopping us. I hold back the urge to puke, feeling dizzy and confused. An arm is under my skull, having sheltered my head from all the rolling. I look up and feel like all the air got knocked out of me.
