Forbidden Experiments

Different Drawings

It had been a couple days now since Ink had woken up, and he hadn't expected one of his nearly introduced children be just as into art as he was. He had been drawing like usual, the door to his art room slightly cracked open, back turned towards it, when he had heard a small knocking.

"Yeah?" He asked, not turning away from the notebook he was sketching in.

Paperjam slightly opened the door, stepping half way in.

"Could I borrow some art supplies?" He asked.

Usually, he didn't have to ask permission, but now that his other father had started using the room again, he decided asking first would be the polite thing to do.

Ink was surprised by the request, originally expecting whoever entered to be Error. He ended up turning to look over his shoulder, just to double check if he had recognized the voice correctly. As he had thought, the voice belonged to Paperjam.

"PJ..?" He questioned, eye lights turning to stars. "You draw too?!"

"Y-yeah..." Paperjam replied, a little started by the other's excitement.

"Come on in and grab what you want then." Said the creator. "I'm not going to stop you."

Paperjam carefully entered the room, almost feeling like he shouldn't be in it at that moment.

He soon realized that everything was fine, and that his father had gone back to his own drawing, eye lights constantly changing colors and shapes as he worked. The small skeleton had always found his father's eye lights changing quite interesting, but never asked about it.

He found himself glancing at it as he made his way towards where he kept his notebook, picking it up.

"Oooh! So that's whose notebook that is." It appeared that his father had noticed. "I was wondering who was keeping it in here, because I didn't recognize any of the artwork."

Ink looked up and over at his son.

"Your drawings are incredible, especially for your age." He complimented.

It took Paperjam a moment to realize that it was a compliment.

"Th-thank you." He replied, hoping he had said the right thing.

His emotion ordeal was something Error had been working on him with for the first week after noticing it. The destroyer decided to teach him how to respond and to read other's feelings to help him with his own.

Once the other shared a smile and turned back his work, Paperjam found himself subconsciously walking over to the desk. He glanced over his father's shoulder, watching the outline of the sketch. It appeared to be of a person, a dog monster of some kind, with a black cloak and an axe in hand. He was amazed at how realistic it looked, and it appeared that his father had just gone straight into drawing the person and the line details, not drawing circles or squares for prep and positioning.

He always had to prepare beforehand, making this discovery fascinating and admirable.

Ink felt his son's presence and glanced up at him.

Paperjam seemed to jump back at being noticed, perhaps seeming a little nervous. He wasn't sure to avoid eye contact or not, temporarily looking away just to look back.

"You can watch if you want." Said the creator. "I don't mind. It might teach you a thing or two."

"Really?" Paperjam asked.

"Sure!" Ink replied, looking over at a beanbag in the room he had for when he wanted a change of seating.

It was just big enough for two people.