Waking up as Ink sans (v1)

XIII

3rd POV

Stain's eyes socket widen when he finally understands what was on his mother's clothes, Ink was covered in monster dust and he seems like he doesn't care at all. He steps back slightly, one arm behind trying to grip on the handle of the door behind him.

"No- I mean it's not what it looks like... Ugh, conclude Ink with a facepalm. He dusts himself and shook his hands in the air to get rid of the leftover. Look, I just manage to teleport somewhere with a lot of monster dust, don't get the wrong idea." finished Ink as he was still struggling to get the dust away.

Stain looks at him skeptically but shrugs it out after finding no wrong intention on him. He let the handle of the door go and wander around the house probably to get a snack. Ink's eyes light glance around, seeing no one's inside, he relaxed and throw himself on a sofa, trying to relax. His situation is even more complicated now that he knew Stain exist too. It means that he will have to be cautious around Swap and Dream, his enemies, and his children. He felt lucky that Paperjam and Palette are only three.

Ugh... A headache... It reminds him of the last time he had one. It was so long ago, at the time when he was a human... He can't really remember but he won't complain about it, his new life is already messy so trying to recall memories will only make it painful.

His new life... He felt like he's already forgetting his memories of his old existence, it was kinda depressing... In only one week he forgot who he was, what he was before, and what he was supposed to be and do. At this point, tomorrow or later ha will assumably forget it all and completely be lost.

He should stop thinking about the already forgotten past and move on to his new one. And by any example, searching baby PJ and baby Palette. He can't let his kids without their- uh mother?

It was kinda strange to be called a mom or a mother by his children but he can't help it.

Ink's moved his head to his left, checking the time.

11:54 am

Now would be a great time to check who's willing to eat Ink's magnificent food and who's willing to be forced to be feed.

He stands up straightening his back, stretching his arms up before releasing his body to start walking upstairs, where the rooms were.

The first room had a sign on it, a black notice which was written on it « please knock before entering » with a very elegant signature. Three knocks retent on the wooden door followed by a response.

The voice was calm and smooth, this voice belonged to Dream. Remembering what has happened yesterday, Ink put a hand on his neck, which was still covered in bandages. He sighs deeply and opens the door, knowing that Dream has already acknowledged his presence.

Dream's room was brighter than any other room downstairs, it was clean and warm. Yet, Ink was still greeted by a fresh breeze coming from the window with its flying curtains. Dream was on his bed, knees up to his chest, arms crossed on them and his head resting on his arms, looking on the side at Ink's eyes light precisely with a dead stare. He didn't say anything so Ink was the one to talk first. He swallowed his saliva and looked away, in embarrassment and in a hint of fear, hiding his body behind the door.

"I just wanted to ask you if you wanted to... eat something-

"No." Dream mumbled, still staring at him but with some sort of conflicted face. His aura didn't fit well with the atmosphere, it keeps radiating positivity around, traversing Ink's body. He didn't felt any changes in his emotions, it was as if a wall was preventing it to reach him.

Ink let a small nod and turned away, still feeling Dream's stares on him. He closes the door with a silent click and walks to the next door.

The following door was already half-opened, the notice only said « Swap ». Ink hold the handle firmly and knocked at the door with his other hand. There were no answers and no one inside of the room, guess that Swap must have left somewhere else. He closed the door and turned to the three last doors. The following was Ink's room, the bathroom, and the last one must be where the children should be.

He crossed the hallway and knock directly on the last door, receiving some little riot of surprise and excitation. The door open, Ink was met by the pure definition of mess around the room. PJ and Palette we're both looking at Ink with interrogation dots in their eyes.

"Who's ready for lunch?" asked Ink with a big bright smile. It seems that the word « lunch » suggested by their mother was like hearing « play for hours without naptimes », they explode in joy and started to rush at Ink. The taller chuckle at their exaggerated reaction and kneel to their height, grabbing his small children in his arms.

Kid's cuddling in his arms, even the grumpy little Pj, Ink lead himself downstairs being careful to not accidentally let the children slip from his hold. And before entering the kitchen, he spots Stain on the couch eating some snacks while drawing. He thought for a brief moment before addressing him.

"Do you want anything to eat?"

Stain looked at him surprised, stopping his drawing to turn to Ink with an incomprehensible face.

"I- uh..." He turned his head away, thinking. Finally, he declined his proposition probably because of every time that Ink forgot about him and went back to finish his doodle.

Placing an almost unnoticeable smirk, Ink opens the kitchen door with a big movement, making sure that it stays wide open, and place the two starving children on a chair.

He starts to take out a chip pan, a large bottle of oil, a frying pan, a chicken cutlet cut in the size of nuggets, and some other ingredients.
'What a shame, I've planned to make some chicken nuggets with some vegetables to chop.' he thought, activating the air-conditioner.

[...]

As time pass, the sweet odor of frying nuggets spread all around the house, particularly downstairs, attracting some curious. Stain, who was just a little bit curious, head into the kitchen to look at what was on the menu but end up dripping saliva at the stronger scent of frying nuggets and other flavors. He felt oddly hungry for some reason. And don't need to eat but it still made him want to eat so with a timid gesture, he clear his throat, gaining the attention of his mother who was still smirking.

"Yes?"

"I was wondering if..."

"If what?" asked Ink with a wild grin. Stain stayed silent, embarrassed to continue so his nonexistent stomach helps him by gurgling loud enough for Ink to hear it.

"So you are hungry?" he points out, returning to cutting the vegetables. He took a large knife and chopped the carrots in many portions, sliding them inside of the frying pan.

"Go take a seat, the food will be ready in few minutes. And take some bread from this morning, if you're that hungry." added Ink before taking every nugget off of the boiling chip pan and placing them in a drainer to let the oil drip away.

The teenager rushed in the chair, next to Pj who was having a hard time controlling himself by the odor of the food and was already eating his second piece of bread. Palette was patient, even if it was hard, he was patient and didn't want to not be hungry anymore by eating bread like his brother.

When Ink placed the food on the table, every child's eyes turned to stars, acknowledging that they were about to have a great lunch. And after being served their portion, they all started to eat. PJ and Palette fast while Stain was eating calmly and with some cleanliness, unlike his two little brothers...

Ink smile widely, sitting face to face with the older child and starts eating his meal.

Meanwhile, not very far from the kitchen, Dream stared blankly at the little group from upstairs principally Ink, holding himself with the stair railing, one hand on his cheek, reflecting with himself.

He wonders what was happening with him so suddenly...

I know that I have said that there will be a kabedon but I don't like when things are getting too fast, so let just say that it's a mini spoil.