Waking up as Ink sans (v1)

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3rd pov:

PaperJam was their bait, they promised to fulfill their boss's order, they promised to get it back. 'One second of distraction and everything was over' was the first warning given to the four. Unfortunately for one, his temper run down, and lost the hostage. A moment of pure realization and dread rush in his skull, his body trembling in horror. He messed up.

His fellows stopped their bickering at the sound of an ax dropping down to the snow. Astonishment filled their eyes socket at the view of the paled face of Horror. They stiffed, knowing how bad they messed things up and needed to fix their mistakes. Unknown to them that all four of them were watched over by one of the closest friends of the King itself, Error.

Error was sitting on his strings, forming a hammock. Sightings as he was forced to stop his activity, putting away his half-finished puppet. He looks at the four skeletons from afar in irritation and flew out of his comfort zone.

"Wh-hatT a-ARre yYo-u I-idI-iotSs w-wwAai-tiIng Ffor?! G-ggo gget t-thhem!!" he yelled, his voices glitching from frustration. It was now his turn to panic, he blames himself for not watching the murderous skeletons carefully, it was his fault that they started to fight again, his fault that Horror was distracted and lost the kid, his fault that he lost his kid.

He never agreed to use his son as a bait. Even after negligent the young boy, he couldn't help but pity his existence, to be born in the hands of a cruel destroyer of universes and a soulless and manipulator guardian of worlds. He wanted to end his suffering, he didn't want him to feel what he felt before, he wanted him to have a happy life. But it was impossible.

Guilt was filling his soul at the thought of his child crying in pain and despair, if only he had the strength to end it all... if only he could...

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His breath started to accelerate as the research went, flying around WaterFall at the seek of the small child. His codes were still here but with others, he never felt these codes around the multiverse and yet, they were so familiar at the same time. He glared at the unconscious body of SF!Sans and shot strings tight into his already cracked soul.

A small yelp of agony was left of the poor sans as he slowly dusted away, a horrible scene witnessed by his poor little brother, SF!Papyrus. Error grinned insanely and sent a bunch of glitched black bones to the back of his skull. The skeleton, in defeat, accepts his fate and collapses on the ground, dusting away.

An insane laugh echoes through WaterFall, as a figure came out of the darkness, dropping the atmosphere. Error felt his body stiffen at the view of him, the king. Raising four tendrils on the air, Nightmare pulled Error's strings to him, making him approach the other and have physical contact with him. The glitched skeleton starts to show signs of errors as he was almost crashing from the pain of being touched and the goop skeleton, malevolently smiling at him, with a twisted expression.

" Where do you think you're going, scumbag? " He asked, keeping his voice deep. Error wasn't expecting to be caught so soon, he at least expected to have more times to get the kid back. He grips the tendril that was now around his waist and effortlessly freezes himself.

The goopy one sent him a glare and cross his arms, letting his tendrils back to where they were from.

"T-ttHEeY l-Llost t-the ki-id."

A long silence occurred as the atmosphere was now dreadful. The tendrils resurfaced, twitching in agitation against each other, unlike the facial expression of Nightmare. His eye was wide open and his smile sharpens, his eye light was thin and nothing but the rage was visible.

" I'Ii'm-m gon-Nna Lll-ooOK ffor hiim-m..." Error said before flying away. Sweat dropping, he has shown a small smile when he started to see Pj further in HotLand. He'll just need to take care of the Sans and take Pj back. As he was near them, he lands on the ground and narrows his eyes at them, analyzing the Sans.

The skeleton in question has a black stain similar to Ink on his right cheek, with white eyes light. He dons a long-sleeved, white undershirt with a small brown jacket over it. His pants were overalls with the tops tucked into his waist. The legs are very wide at the bottoms, with creases around the legs. He also has no shoes, instead, he goes barefoot with a pair of tights.

He was sitting on a familiar giant paintbrush, hugging little Pj. He looks at him puzzled, without recognizing him.

'' I knew that he has his vials to feel fake emotions but I never thought that he could care "

What Nightmare had said shocked Error to the point of choking, Ink could not feel emotion, and this guy looked nothing like him. True, he had a giant paintbrush-like him but...
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They do look alike...

The ink stain on the cheek, the abnormal size (3.8 feet), and the ink surrounding him,... There was no way...

'' I-iiT ca-An'T aact-TuaLly bbe H-him!? '' Error said in astonishment.

Ink POV:

Ah, children. I'm starting to think that I will alway have children to take care in my life. I remember in my old life that I was always called to take care of children.

There were even a night where I had to take care of 17 children at the same time, all having a sugar rush, in my house. Let's just say that my house didn't go well after that.

I guess I have enough experience to take care of you little buddy that his now my son.

'god, I was such a pushover before...' I thought, frowning.

But now that I have little Pj with me, I guess I can take him to the Doodle Sphere or too Error... Or maybe it's not a good idea to give him to him yet.

'' welp, time to go home lil Pj. ''

'' not so fast, I n k. '' Nightmare said with venom in his voice. I stop floating around and look down, Seeing two creatures with shady smirks.

Dang it, if only I had an Ethan to Rickroll them...

Oh wait...
As they were about to throw an attack to me, I throw them a random phone who came from nowhere. They grab it, confused.

'' This video will tell you where the thing you're looking for! '' I yelled, grabbing Pj and hugging him.

They look at me incredulously and play the video.

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'it was worth my death' I thought, snorting.

3rd POV:

''GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!'' yelled the angry King of negativity at the running skeleton. Him, and a few of his gang's members were following the protector of AUs.

Ink, was a panicking mess, running for his life while holding little Pj.
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Seems like he's having a fun time in his new life