Over The Rainbow (Ink Sans X Reader)

Chapter 12

My footsteps pound on the sidewalk in a steady beat as I sprint down my street, holding three books to my chest tightly. I promised the Star Sanses I would go to the library and get new reading material, since they've cleared out both of my small bookshelves in just a week. It didn't take long to pick out a book for each of them, I kinda just grabbed anything off the shelf that looked interesting. But I did take Blue's book into consideration; I stood in the kid's section for a whole seven minutes as I scanned the rows of picture books. I would've stayed at the library longer, but I recieved a panicked text from Ink, screaming at me to stop moseying around town and get my ass home. (That wasn't what it really said, but that's what it sounded like to me.) And I still don't know how he got a phone, or my number for that matter. Maybe someone magicked a phone and a slip of paper bearing my number?

So my hair is whipping in a strong wind as I fret about why I needed to come home. It has been windy lately. Maybe the power went out. People watch me curiously, probably amazed I left my house for once. I ignore them and keep running, eventually turning a corner. And you'll never guess who I smack into.

"Blue!" I wheeze, gasping for air. "What the..." But then I remember a fairly important rule I've restated over and over. "You aren't allowed to leave the house!"

Blue looks nervous and avoids eye contact with me. "NO ONE WAS-" I slap a hand over his mouth and put a finger to my lips. He gets the message.

"No one was watching me," he says in a much softer tone after I remove my hand. "I got bored." I groan and help him to his feet, and I also use his shoulder to help me up. He picks his book up off the sidewalk and looks at it happily. I gather the other two in my arms again.

"Did anyone see you?" I ask. Blue shakes his head and I breathe a sigh of relief. "Good. Now let's go home and see what the damage is." He weaves his hand into mine and smiles up at me. I return it weakly.

The rest of the walk is short. My little home is around the corner and down the street, on a cul-de-sac. When I walk up the porch steps, a bang and two screams issuse from inside. Praying that nothing broke, I unlock the door and prepare to approach the skeletons inside in a nice, calm manner.

"What the hell is going on in here?!" I shout aggressively. The scene isn't as bad as I imagined, but it's pretty close. In the front hallway, a trail of broken dishes leads in the living room, where Classic is flaked out on the couch surrounded by ketchup bottles and Red has a pile of cutlery in his hands. A fork is positioned in his hand like he was going to throw it, which, given him, he probably was. A few other forks are stuck in the wall.

In the kitchen, the smoke alarm is blaring, which doesn't surprise me. Hip-Hop is frozen, but a manual for the alarm rests on the dining table in front of him. If the situation, wasn't so tense, I would've been impressed he tried to tackle it on his own, but no. Now is not the time for that.

And then there's Ink, pounding at the back door, seeming to be locked out. I see no phone around him. How he contacted me is still a mystery. His pleas are muffled through the glass, and when Blue, Hip-Hop and I turn to look at him, his begging turns to relieved shouts, then to scream-whining. I ignore him for a minute and turn to Blue. "How did Classic get all that ketchup?"

"HE TELEPORTED TO THE STORE." Blue has obviously realized he can raise his voice again. "I WENT WITH HIM. A HUMAN SAW US AND STARTED SCREAMING, SO CLASSIC BROUGHT US BACK HERE WITHOUT PAYING."

Honestly, the nerve of these guys. "And Dream?"

"He's asleep," Red says upon entering the kitchen as well. "Blue here was dragging him around on a blanket and he was yelling his head off, so I barricaded him in his room."

I roll my eyes and walk over to the back door and unlock it. As soon as the door slides open, Ink falls into the kitchen looking worn out. I brush a leaf off his shoulder and that damned gray dusts his face again.

"I'll get Dream," he mutters, clearing wanting an excuse to leave. I don't know why he didn't just walk out. Seems like a good idea to me right about now.

"Talk about chaos," I say, folding my arms. "And I'm not letting you turn this into a dump. You." I point to Red. "Go get the forks out of the walls. Hip-Hop, sweep up the shards in the hallway."

"I didn't do that," he protests, scowling. "And what am I supposed to sweep it up with me? I don't keep a mop in my hoodie."

"Don't be stupid," I say. "You sweep with a broom, not a mop. You mop with a mop. There's a broom in the closet in the entryway. And Blue." I turn to face said skeleton. "Go help Ink upstairs. I think it might be too much for just him." As if on cue, a loud thump and a few shrieks travel down the stairs. I put my hands on my hips. "Are you all deaf? Get to work!"

Hip-Hop and Blue leave without saying anything, but before Red exits the kitchen, he winks at me and says "Sure, dollface." I don't react. I'm too frustrated with everything.

"Save your flirting for someone else," I grumble, dragging a chair underneath the smoke detector. "I've got an appliance to work on." Red finally leaves after staring at me with a bemused expression for way too long.

It only takes a few minutes to silence the detector, so I decide to check on everyone. In the living room, Red's pulling out the forks the forks, but he also took my words too seriously; he's throwing pickup lines at Classic, who is grinning like a madman. He usually is, but it's somehow wider. I solemnly swear to ship them forever, then peek into the hallway. Hip-Hop found the dustpan as well, and half of the fragile pieces have been swept up. Everything's going smoothly.

But upstairs is a different story. Dream really is stuck in there. Red piled probably everything I own and them some in front of the door.

"What the-" I gape. "Is that the other couch? How!"

"No idea," Ink grunts as he and Blue try to carefully dislodge it from the pile. "Can you lend a hand?"

"I can lend two," I smirk, then grab one end of the couch. The two Star Sanses outside the door grab the other end, and together, we slowly set it on the ground. "Now how do we get it downstairs? Or any of the barricade?"

"RED CAN DO IT!" Blue exclaims. "IF HE GOT THEM UP HERE, HE CAN GET THEM DOWN!"

I grin. "Nice thinking. Can you drag him up here while we retrieve Dream?" Blue nods energetically and bounces down the stairs. I prepare to kick down the guest room door, but there's no need. Dream opens it before I have time to start humming epic music in my head.

"Hello," he says warmly. "What happened? I can't remember. I can't think on an empty stomach."

I purse my lips and nod. "Yeah. Right. Lunch. I'm not leaving you guys on your own again to go to the store, so I'll dig around for something. Can one of you clean up Classic's ketchup bottles and persuade him to go back to the store and throw some money at the cashiers?" Ink and Dream laugh and race downstairs. I follow suit quickly.

In the kitchen, I open the cabinet just as Red walks in and slides onto a stool at the counter. One look at him sends me into unexplainable peals of laughter, which don't stop until I've set a box of macaroni on the counter. But I'm still giggling.

"You guys sure are a rowdy bunch," I grin as I fill a pot with boiling water. "Totally insane."

I swear Red looks flattered.