If you think I am giving spoilers...YOUR WRONG....slightly wrong cause ima tell you some things lol so if you don't want spoilers please do not read.. you meet Ink sans by a portal that was wrongly placed,By Ink sans and when you enter the portal that is when you go to Ink tale and ask Ink sans for directions to your home. NO MORE SPOILERS PLEASE READ THE STORY AND THANKS. (This cover is not made by me neither do I own it).

~('w')~ first book i have many plans for it i read some of them but mostly is on a short story it seems that the other people dont have ideas for it no offence but really they say GIVE ME IDEAS/(-_-)\ that makes me sad for not seeing the ending or they are cancelling it because of their lazy ness but no worrieS I HAVE.BEEN THINKING THIS FOR 5 WEEKS AND I HAVE PLENTY OF IDEAS AND PLENTY OF EXITING PARTS AND HEHE OF COURSE ROMANCE HEHE HOPE U LIKE IT AND BTW THIS WILL BE UPDATING ONE BY ONE OK CYA -MITSU

I consider myself pretty average, apart from my condition. Monochromacy. I guess I don't care about it too much, seeing as everything and everyone around me is familiar and the same three colors; black, gray and white. My life was going just fine...until two skeletons bounded into my life, with their companions following close behind. As the cliché goes, I take a liking to a certain one. But he's so... colorful, according to the others. How can I tell him about my sight problem when I can't suck up the courage to even stay in a room with him for more than ten minutes?

You always lived your life believing you were normal. The truth is, you were far from it. But with your history of amnesia and mysteriously forgetting your past and where you came from - you never really questioned it. So what happens when three skeletons turn up, claiming to be your childhood friends here to save you from a rising threat? Taster: You had expected to make it home safe and make a nice dinner for yourself, maybe even treat yourself with some (favourite dessert) later that night. What you weren't expecting was for a hand to come out of nowhere and grab you off the street, dragging you into a pitch black alleyway. Updates weekly! Copied over from my Quotev account: Fandom Trash

Orphaned. Left alone, the definition of it. Like a fantasy, or a dream, saved by a being willing enough to take you under their wing and keep you safe. With secrets to be shared, stories to be told, the months pass by as you trade your lives. Given warmth, Given care, Given love. But so insignificant is your life compared to what lies beyond, what is going outside of the safety and comfort of what you thought to be a normal life. What tall tales lie underneath the happiness you found. ((I wrote this when I was twelve, please stop readInG IT-))

I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS LIKE 10 I'M SORRY-