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Some spilled ink
  You immediately recoiled your hand from the container as a murky black substance clung to it. By the look of it, a bottle of ink tipped over and spilled its contents all over the other items in the box when Mettaton was prancing around. Lovely. Thankfully those putrid glittery pink curtains made efficient towels. Too bad the rectangle didn't think so.
"My curtains! My beautiful MTT-brand glamor-edition fuchsia silk curtains! They're ruined!" he cried as he ripped them away from you and held them in his gloved hands while somehow avoiding the ink, his oil tears mixing with the liquid.

You rolled your eyes at the Drama King's performance though you could relate. One time, You almost chucked Jerry into the freaking Core when he got some popato chisps crumbs all over (favorite item) but that required trekking through the entire Underground and you didn't want to waste effort in doing that despite it being easier now that it's empty; not to mention that you didn't feel like accidentally dying while lugging Jerry's behind throughout the journey. Instead, you bribed one of Karkat’s insane friends to deal with him. Long story short, Jerry avoided you ever since. Kudos to your awesomeness!

When the robot's gross sobbing became annoying enough that you were about to smack some sense into him, the now heterozygous mixture began to bubble like acid until something emerged from the concoction in a tornado-like fashion. Once it subsided, you finally got a good look at what it was or rather HE. The creature was a male skeleton wearing an outfit consisting of a long brown scarf, a fuzzy blue coat wrapped around the waist, a rainbow of paints occupying the sash that clung to his skeletal form and some cool striped sneakers with other details. The one thing that stuck out was that freakishly huge brush he wielded with black paint dripping onto the carpeted floor, which isn’t coming out ever. The new skeleton did some basic exercises to loosen up his bones after making such a dramatic entrance though you couldn’t help but feel that he was…familiar…
His different shaped pupils darted around the room until they met your (e/c) eyes. At first, his sockets widen then twinkled a little as if shocked yet quite excited by your marvelous presence but he quickly corrected the facial mistake and smiled. Despite you confusion, you still returned the gesture, which sent an array of colors to splash onto his cheekbones like a rainbow. There was something…familiar about him but you couldn’t put your finger on where you could’ve possibly met him. Perhaps the answer will come faster once you actually talk to the guy. Looks like he had a similar idea as he strolled over with bright eye-lights. When he was within enough boundary for non-popping of personal space bubbles, he extended out a hand and opened his mouth with intentions of introducing himself…until he literally threw up ink. Good thing you had mad dodging skills and managed to get away from the liquids range of fire or else you would match the stained curtains. It doesn’t help that he seemed to be quite dizzy afterwards and seemed to have forgotten where he was for a moment before noticing you again. Somehow, you suspected this was a common occurrence for the colorful skeleton so you were less disgusted with a pinch of concern for his well-being by the display.
“O-Oh my stars! I am so so so SO sorry! G-Guess I got a little bit too excited again h-heh eh…,” his hand decided to high-five his face for the fail. “Great job Ink! You screwed up AGAIN! Now she really thinks you’re lame…”
The gears in your mind turned until a little lightbulb switched on as you finally identified the strange skeleton. Starry eye-lights that switched around their shape with his mood. That unbelievably huge brush strapped to his back that was somehow light enough to carry around. The slightly gross ink vomiting. It all clicked!

~This fanfic’s flashback is brought to you by the letter shades and the number infinity~

            The Sun began the day by gifting kids with magnifying glasses the power of pyrotechnics to use against the little worker ants skittering back to their underground home but most didn’t return thus hindering the army from being overrun by the citizens that will lead to a miniature Revolution. Birds of all kinds native to the area were crying for help once clarity came to them that they were several feet from the ground with a fear of heights, however, their cries were interpreted as singing according to the walking flesh-sticks. Flowers blooming in the sunlight rubbed the ability to not be affected negatively by UV rays in the human’s faces as their mockery turned into silent screams of bloody murder once the neighborhood troublemakers had a joyride on the lawnmower. On days like this, creatures of your age should be forced outside and putting this lovely marvel on some kind of parchment or whatever tickles your artistic fancy. Unfortunately, your mind didn’t like that at all so it dumped all the memory orbs that held important ideas of what to draw into the Mind Dump and only left the worst song in history playing in a loop just for the enjoyment of your mental pain then threw an artist’s firebrick through the windows of Headquarters thus upsetting your inner anger.
“Oh, what a glorious day on the Surface indeed!” you quipped, once again turning the piece of fail at art over to a fresh page. “Yeah there’s no way this artist’s block is leaving anytime soon but I might as well as try something else before giving up entirely though what exactly? Hmm…maybe painting? It’s worth a shot.”
Good news: you had some lying around. Not so good news: you broke into your brother’s room in order to obtain his stash of paints for your creative endeavors but he can draw a bridge with crayons and get over it. Just as you were about to pick up the brush that you also sneaked away, your elbow decided to pick on the nearby opened paint can thus coloring the grass below. You were 99.99% sure that the paint was supposed to be on the recommended blank surface instead of nature but whatever floats that boat merrily down the stream you guess. With a shrug of mild indifference, you chose to use the (f/c) paint instead then got to work until your masterpiece was finished after some time.
“Achievement unlocked: Not being a complete fail. Seriously, it actually looks pretty decent compared to the other attempts from earlier,” you critiqued yourself, smiling with some pride.
“I say you did a fantastic job! Even though you couldn’t get it right the first few times, you remained determined to make something with the little motivation you had and that’s very admirable.”
“Thanks I apprei-WHAT THE CRAPOLA DA VINCI?!”Ah, the first words uttered between two strangers. Always the most important key to interacting with…people….socially. Yeah you can already tell that this was going to bud into a beautiful relationship. Sarcasm aside, you better calm down before you end up flipping the mysterious person over. Now THAT would be a terrible way to make an introduction.
“Oof!”
Welp, so much for good first impressions. Now where to hide the body…Unfortunately, the pained groan from the victim showed that they weren’t dead or at least not yet anyway; one can only hope charges weren’t pressed. Perhaps you could sneak aw-aaaaaaaand you’re escape was compromised by a stray puddle of paint, which you so fabulously slipped and landed in with grace of a Humpback whale in the Sahara wearing a pink tutu. Fate must hate you extra today.
“Ugh…huh? Hey, are you alright?” came the concerned voice of the poor soul who you accidentally harmed as a hand was held out to you.
Your vision finally settled on the right camera settings as you focused on the stranger with confusion. To your upmost relief, it was Sans but he was dressed…differently than usual. More…colorful and would murder your hand if you attempted to draw his new fashion? Whatever it was, he looked a whole lot less lazy.
“Sans…? Are you trying to give me a freaking heart attack?!” you said, grabbing his hand and pulling yourself up. “Sheesh, I need to get you a bell or something.”
“Sans” blinked, his skull molding into a puzzled expression until he let out a laugh that earned him a strange look from you. “S-Sorry but you are mistaken. I’m not Sans, well, I am just not in this universe. I’m Ink Sans though I prefer to be called Ink,” he replied, giving you a cheery smile.

Bleeeeeeeeh!

*~End of flashback~*

    After apologizing for the “mess”, Ink ended up explaining just about everything on the vast Multiverse containing alternate universes of your beloved friends on that day. Despite the totally awful no-good very bad introductions, you figured you two were even thus the hanging out commenced where it either involved painting or exploring the AU’s for fun though he kept you away from certain ones but you enjoyed yourself all the same. You felt sorry for him since he had a pretty huge job of protecting the AU’s from malicious forces such as that destructive error running around. What makes matters worse is that he’s pretty much alone, except with the occasional assistance from some of the other Sanses, without an AU to go home to long before the slightly disastrous yet humorous meeting. Sometimes you wished that you could do more to help him but you were just a human against beings who use flipping MAGIC for crying out loud.
Quickly popping that despair-filled thought bubble, you gave your cellmate of 7 minutes a grin, which was easily returned.
“Well it appears that we are in a rather “dark” situation,”
Of course, he opened the conversation box with a joke but you couldn’t help but laugh anyway despite its terribleness. “Not to mention smothered in glitter, as if the color wasn’t blatant enough already,” You said, attempting to dust off the specks of pink plastic but to no avail so you gave up. “Well, this is going to get burned later.”
“It’s actually kind of pretty once you get used to it,”
“Dude, it’s so dark that I can barely make out the sparkle,”
“My point exactly,” he snickered, earning a playful punch in the arm.
“Don’t get smart with me boy. That’s my shtick.”
Ink puts his hands up in a feeble attempt of defense. “Alright, alright, I won’t. Anyway, let’s relish this reuonion and ketchup on pasta events.”
“Did you just…? Wow, I can’t believe you mustard enough courage to soup to that level. You really do have a way with puns but don’t take that as some sort of condiment. I’m still top hot-dog. One might even call me the Princess of Puns due to my perfect punctuation of perplexing punnery,” you retort with a smirk when Ink snorted in his laughter.
    Although you clearly don’t see it past the mini shield of negativity, your creativity is something the living inkblot always admired about you. Sure you weren’t as skilled with an art utensil as he was but you made that up with your clever rebuttals and pun-making. Not only that but you were willing to help him protect the AU’s, beautiful, kind and a whole list of things that would make this a run-on paragraph. Oh, how he wished the red string of Fate connected your souls instead of the white friendship ribbon. A sigh slipped through his teeth upon the return from his miniature daydream then looked to see a shocked expression crossing your blushing face that puzzled him until he realized he was speaking his thoughts out loud for you to hear.
His cheekbones were no longer white since they were practically glowing enough to illuminate the small area in a rainbow emitting from his skull; you certainly found your pumpkin for Halloween early this year. Before you could speak, Ink began blabbering out apologies for his accidental confession while pretty much begging you to not leave him to suffer heartbreak from a fictional rejection. With a sigh, you felt along his back for his brush, which he froze at your touch, and took it out of its holster then pressed it against the floor as you allowed your imagination to paint what you had in mind. You could tell it was complete as two golden crowns embedded with jewels of the same colors in a rainbow came into existence so you handed the brush back to the skeleton then picked up the crowns and placed one on top of Ink’s head while the other was settled on your own.
“Now we are the Prince and Princess of Puns! Fear our comical wrath!”
“Wait…you…you really mean it? You…want to be the art to my canvas? My princess? M-My girlfriend?” he received a kiss on his teeth as confirmation. “I-I’ll take that as a y-yes to all of that,” he drawled out with a goofy smile and eye-lights taking the shape of pink hearts, his already present blush spreading.
Shaking away the whimsy of the moment, Ink laced his phalanges with your fingers of one hand as the other tilted your chin up a bit before pressing his teeth against your lips in a pseudo skele-kiss but since when did you give a crap? Yeah, that’s what I thought. Minutes ticked away as you two remained in that position though it was sweet sorrow when you had to part for air. Achievement unlocked: Shala-la de da you got to kiss the skeleton. Man, you’re just Rick-rolling into all these achievements today.
Speaking of which, there’s just one more that is a necessity to accomplish. After cuddling together like the married dog couple for about 30 more seconds, you whisper your plan to your newly crowned Arts and Crafts project-I mean boyfriend, who agreed. What was the plan so sacred that it could only be uttered in a soft voice?
Heh
“Ooooh darlings! I hate to interrupt a shipping moment but it’s time to get ou-AAAAAAAH!!!” the one-wheeled celebrity had to wheel away from the terrors unleashed from the closet, however, he failed so he was turned into a metal pancake.
“FREEEEEEEEDOOOOOOOM!” you shouted at the top of your lungs with a wave of your wooden sword as you lead a herd pigs stampeding throughout the hotel while Ink did a decent job at playing a guitar.
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Even though it was a gloriously epic Pig Revolution, you get banned because Ink threw up on more of Mettaton’s stuff but that meant you can never put another disgusting Glam-burger into your mouth again AND go out with your artistically adorable vertebae(gel) so it’s all good in your book.

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Some spilled ink
  You immediately recoiled your hand from the container as a murky black substance clung to it. By the look of it, a bottle of ink tipped over and spilled its contents all over the other items in the box when Mettaton was prancing around. Lovely. Thankfully those putrid glittery pink curtains made efficient towels. Too bad the rectangle didn't think so.
"My curtains! My beautiful MTT-brand glamor-edition fuchsia silk curtains! They're ruined!" he cried as he ripped them away from you and held them in his gloved hands while somehow avoiding the ink, his oil tears mixing with the liquid.

You rolled your eyes at the Drama King's performance though you could relate. One time, You almost chucked Jerry into the freaking Core when he got some popato chisps crumbs all over (favorite item) but that required trekking through the entire Underground and you didn't want to waste effort in doing that despite it being easier now that it's empty; not to mention that you didn't feel like accidentally dying while lugging Jerry's behind throughout the journey. Instead, you bribed one of Karkat’s insane friends to deal with him. Long story short, Jerry avoided you ever since. Kudos to your awesomeness!

When the robot's gross sobbing became annoying enough that you were about to smack some sense into him, the now heterozygous mixture began to bubble like acid until something emerged from the concoction in a tornado-like fashion. Once it subsided, you finally got a good look at what it was or rather HE. The creature was a male skeleton wearing an outfit consisting of a long brown scarf, a fuzzy blue coat wrapped around the waist, a rainbow of paints occupying the sash that clung to his skeletal form and some cool striped sneakers with other details. The one thing that stuck out was that freakishly huge brush he wielded with black paint dripping onto the carpeted floor, which isn’t coming out ever. The new skeleton did some basic exercises to loosen up his bones after making such a dramatic entrance though you couldn’t help but feel that he was…familiar…
His different shaped pupils darted around the room until they met your (e/c) eyes. At first, his sockets widen then twinkled a little as if shocked yet quite excited by your marvelous presence but he quickly corrected the facial mistake and smiled. Despite you confusion, you still returned the gesture, which sent an array of colors to splash onto his cheekbones like a rainbow. There was something…familiar about him but you couldn’t put your finger on where you could’ve possibly met him. Perhaps the answer will come faster once you actually talk to the guy. Looks like he had a similar idea as he strolled over with bright eye-lights. When he was within enough boundary for non-popping of personal space bubbles, he extended out a hand and opened his mouth with intentions of introducing himself…until he literally threw up ink. Good thing you had mad dodging skills and managed to get away from the liquids range of fire or else you would match the stained curtains. It doesn’t help that he seemed to be quite dizzy afterwards and seemed to have forgotten where he was for a moment before noticing you again. Somehow, you suspected this was a common occurrence for the colorful skeleton so you were less disgusted with a pinch of concern for his well-being by the display.
“O-Oh my stars! I am so so so SO sorry! G-Guess I got a little bit too excited again h-heh eh…,” his hand decided to high-five his face for the fail. “Great job Ink! You screwed up AGAIN! Now she really thinks you’re lame…”
The gears in your mind turned until a little lightbulb switched on as you finally identified the strange skeleton. Starry eye-lights that switched around their shape with his mood. That unbelievably huge brush strapped to his back that was somehow light enough to carry around. The slightly gross ink vomiting. It all clicked!

~This fanfic’s flashback is brought to you by the letter shades and the number infinity~

            The Sun began the day by gifting kids with magnifying glasses the power of pyrotechnics to use against the little worker ants skittering back to their underground home but most didn’t return thus hindering the army from being overrun by the citizens that will lead to a miniature Revolution. Birds of all kinds native to the area were crying for help once clarity came to them that they were several feet from the ground with a fear of heights, however, their cries were interpreted as singing according to the walking flesh-sticks. Flowers blooming in the sunlight rubbed the ability to not be affected negatively by UV rays in the human’s faces as their mockery turned into silent screams of bloody murder once the neighborhood troublemakers had a joyride on the lawnmower. On days like this, creatures of your age should be forced outside and putting this lovely marvel on some kind of parchment or whatever tickles your artistic fancy. Unfortunately, your mind didn’t like that at all so it dumped all the memory orbs that held important ideas of what to draw into the Mind Dump and only left the worst song in history playing in a loop just for the enjoyment of your mental pain then threw an artist’s firebrick through the windows of Headquarters thus upsetting your inner anger.
“Oh, what a glorious day on the Surface indeed!” you quipped, once again turning the piece of fail at art over to a fresh page. “Yeah there’s no way this artist’s block is leaving anytime soon but I might as well as try something else before giving up entirely though what exactly? Hmm…maybe painting? It’s worth a shot.”
Good news: you had some lying around. Not so good news: you broke into your brother’s room in order to obtain his stash of paints for your creative endeavors but he can draw a bridge with crayons and get over it. Just as you were about to pick up the brush that you also sneaked away, your elbow decided to pick on the nearby opened paint can thus coloring the grass below. You were 99.99% sure that the paint was supposed to be on the recommended blank surface instead of nature but whatever floats that boat merrily down the stream you guess. With a shrug of mild indifference, you chose to use the (f/c) paint instead then got to work until your masterpiece was finished after some time.
“Achievement unlocked: Not being a complete fail. Seriously, it actually looks pretty decent compared to the other attempts from earlier,” you critiqued yourself, smiling with some pride.
“I say you did a fantastic job! Even though you couldn’t get it right the first few times, you remained determined to make something with the little motivation you had and that’s very admirable.”
“Thanks I apprei-WHAT THE CRAPOLA DA VINCI?!”Ah, the first words uttered between two strangers. Always the most important key to interacting with…people….socially. Yeah you can already tell that this was going to bud into a beautiful relationship. Sarcasm aside, you better calm down before you end up flipping the mysterious person over. Now THAT would be a terrible way to make an introduction.
“Oof!”
Welp, so much for good first impressions. Now where to hide the body…Unfortunately, the pained groan from the victim showed that they weren’t dead or at least not yet anyway; one can only hope charges weren’t pressed. Perhaps you could sneak aw-aaaaaaaand you’re escape was compromised by a stray puddle of paint, which you so fabulously slipped and landed in with grace of a Humpback whale in the Sahara wearing a pink tutu. Fate must hate you extra today.
“Ugh…huh? Hey, are you alright?” came the concerned voice of the poor soul who you accidentally harmed as a hand was held out to you.
Your vision finally settled on the right camera settings as you focused on the stranger with confusion. To your upmost relief, it was Sans but he was dressed…differently than usual. More…colorful and would murder your hand if you attempted to draw his new fashion? Whatever it was, he looked a whole lot less lazy.
“Sans…? Are you trying to give me a freaking heart attack?!” you said, grabbing his hand and pulling yourself up. “Sheesh, I need to get you a bell or something.”
“Sans” blinked, his skull molding into a puzzled expression until he let out a laugh that earned him a strange look from you. “S-Sorry but you are mistaken. I’m not Sans, well, I am just not in this universe. I’m Ink Sans though I prefer to be called Ink,” he replied, giving you a cheery smile.

Bleeeeeeeeh!

*~End of flashback~*

    After apologizing for the “mess”, Ink ended up explaining just about everything on the vast Multiverse containing alternate universes of your beloved friends on that day. Despite the totally awful no-good very bad introductions, you figured you two were even thus the hanging out commenced where it either involved painting or exploring the AU’s for fun though he kept you away from certain ones but you enjoyed yourself all the same. You felt sorry for him since he had a pretty huge job of protecting the AU’s from malicious forces such as that destructive error running around. What makes matters worse is that he’s pretty much alone, except with the occasional assistance from some of the other Sanses, without an AU to go home to long before the slightly disastrous yet humorous meeting. Sometimes you wished that you could do more to help him but you were just a human against beings who use flipping MAGIC for crying out loud.
Quickly popping that despair-filled thought bubble, you gave your cellmate of 7 minutes a grin, which was easily returned.
“Well it appears that we are in a rather “dark” situation,”
Of course, he opened the conversation box with a joke but you couldn’t help but laugh anyway despite its terribleness. “Not to mention smothered in glitter, as if the color wasn’t blatant enough already,” You said, attempting to dust off the specks of pink plastic but to no avail so you gave up. “Well, this is going to get burned later.”
“It’s actually kind of pretty once you get used to it,”
“Dude, it’s so dark that I can barely make out the sparkle,”
“My point exactly,” he snickered, earning a playful punch in the arm.
“Don’t get smart with me boy. That’s my shtick.”
Ink puts his hands up in a feeble attempt of defense. “Alright, alright, I won’t. Anyway, let’s relish this reuonion and ketchup on pasta events.”
“Did you just…? Wow, I can’t believe you mustard enough courage to soup to that level. You really do have a way with puns but don’t take that as some sort of condiment. I’m still top hot-dog. One might even call me the Princess of Puns due to my perfect punctuation of perplexing punnery,” you retort with a smirk when Ink snorted in his laughter.
    Although you clearly don’t see it past the mini shield of negativity, your creativity is something the living inkblot always admired about you. Sure you weren’t as skilled with an art utensil as he was but you made that up with your clever rebuttals and pun-making. Not only that but you were willing to help him protect the AU’s, beautiful, kind and a whole list of things that would make this a run-on paragraph. Oh, how he wished the red string of Fate connected your souls instead of the white friendship ribbon. A sigh slipped through his teeth upon the return from his miniature daydream then looked to see a shocked expression crossing your blushing face that puzzled him until he realized he was speaking his thoughts out loud for you to hear.
His cheekbones were no longer white since they were practically glowing enough to illuminate the small area in a rainbow emitting from his skull; you certainly found your pumpkin for Halloween early this year. Before you could speak, Ink began blabbering out apologies for his accidental confession while pretty much begging you to not leave him to suffer heartbreak from a fictional rejection. With a sigh, you felt along his back for his brush, which he froze at your touch, and took it out of its holster then pressed it against the floor as you allowed your imagination to paint what you had in mind. You could tell it was complete as two golden crowns embedded with jewels of the same colors in a rainbow came into existence so you handed the brush back to the skeleton then picked up the crowns and placed one on top of Ink’s head while the other was settled on your own.
“Now we are the Prince and Princess of Puns! Fear our comical wrath!”
“Wait…you…you really mean it? You…want to be the art to my canvas? My princess? M-My girlfriend?” he received a kiss on his teeth as confirmation. “I-I’ll take that as a y-yes to all of that,” he drawled out with a goofy smile and eye-lights taking the shape of pink hearts, his already present blush spreading.
Shaking away the whimsy of the moment, Ink laced his phalanges with your fingers of one hand as the other tilted your chin up a bit before pressing his teeth against your lips in a pseudo skele-kiss but since when did you give a crap? Yeah, that’s what I thought. Minutes ticked away as you two remained in that position though it was sweet sorrow when you had to part for air. Achievement unlocked: Shala-la de da you got to kiss the skeleton. Man, you’re just Rick-rolling into all these achievements today.
Speaking of which, there’s just one more that is a necessity to accomplish. After cuddling together like the married dog couple for about 30 more seconds, you whisper your plan to your newly crowned Arts and Crafts project-I mean boyfriend, who agreed. What was the plan so sacred that it could only be uttered in a soft voice?
Heh
“Ooooh darlings! I hate to interrupt a shipping moment but it’s time to get ou-AAAAAAAH!!!” the one-wheeled celebrity had to wheel away from the terrors unleashed from the closet, however, he failed so he was turned into a metal pancake.
“FREEEEEEEEDOOOOOOOM!” you shouted at the top of your lungs with a wave of your wooden sword as you lead a herd pigs stampeding throughout the hotel while Ink did a decent job at playing a guitar.
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Even though it was a gloriously epic Pig Revolution, you get banned because Ink threw up on more of Mettaton’s stuff but that meant you can never put another disgusting Glam-burger into your mouth again AND go out with your artistically adorable vertebae(gel) so it’s all good in your book.