In this multiverse, the world is based on two powerful things. Some may say Hope, others may say Love, some people even might say that nothing does, and it's our actions that control the world.
And, while they aren't wrong, there are two beings that control this certain multiverse, whether they like it or not. They are Fate, and Destiny.
These are things that no one can control, That also Includes our wonderful Creator.
Ink is someone that many people look up to. Those people may be his friends, for his courage and kindness, the council, for his commanding aura and power, and even the bad sans, even if it's merely because of his ability to beat them every time. No matter who you are, it's one thing they can all agree on; that Ink is powerful, that he is strongest being in the multiverse, and even with all of this power, He is a kind, and hopeful SOUL.
But they are wrong. Ink certainly isn't the most powerful, not compared to his mother and her allies, and he certainly isn't hopeful- or Kind.
Because Ink doesn't have a SOUL, so there is no place for him to feel Hope or Kindness. Of course, he used to have a SOUL, but that is merely a distant memory in his short life of fourteen years.
Of course, he can act kind, he can pretend to have Hope, but in all honesty, he wouldn't care if the multiverse burned to ash, he'd enjoy it even, just for the pain and anger it'd cause his Lovely mother to feel.
"Ink, you're crying.."
"No I'm not, Everything's fine Dream"
No matter what the viles of paint make you think, Ink doesn't have his SOUL, so he can't feel things such as Happiness and Sadness.
And no matter what the viles of paint make you think, Ink's true eye colour is white.
[DISCONTINUED AND REWRITTEN]
"This is how it came to be. And now I can finally show you." I say to...myself?
"Error, there is no time for this!" Ink screams at me. It's weird being able to see yourself from a different point of view. It's weird to have your bodies swapped with your archenemy.
But there is more to just a simple switch of bodies here. With twisted dreams of the future and out of place emotions, I can't help but realize something that shakes me to the bones.
That there is something or....someone hiding in the dark. Behind the stage, they cast the cues. Writing the script. And setting up pawns, just to watch them fall on their own playing field.
Someone else is pulling the strings..........
(None of the artwork is mine, cause I have the drawing skills of a rock)
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