Waking up as Ink sans (v1)

Art by me :) (insert an original background, Palette, a mug of coffee, and the pink star thing)

TW: I'm sorry, I just felt like making an enormous twist and being an outrageous writer 🤡

3rd pov

*flashback*

Killer was debating with himself and Chara if he should accept Ink's offer. He never really tried the spa and having some stranger touch his body made him reluctant, yet again, Ink was literally begging for him to accept.

And it would be with him alone.

So he accepted, to Chara's deadpan.

The both of them used ChrisseeCarey's special gift which happened to be two free sessions at the spa, one of them wondering where the heck did he get those while the other just shrugged it out, smiling innocently while mentally thanking the reader.

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-I want...you to admit that it was the best idea ever...

-Ink, that was the best idea ever— ah- right there— shitttt...

Killer opened his eyes back when the massagists went away after adding some special creams on their backs. He'll have to admit that this was the most relaxing moment he ever had. Ink, beside him, was clearly showing satisfaction as the cream made effect quicker than on his body.

-Didn't you want to say something to me before? Asked Killer when Ink finally opened his eyes to stare at him.

-Mhm? Oh...I guess it's better if I say it all in one big sentence...

-I'm ready to whatever you'll say

-well...

*end of the flashback*

Killer looks at the soft patterns on the door and slightly caresses them, thinking of what he should say. Chara looks at him with empty eyes, crossing their arms as they lean on the wall.

-You've stayed in front of that door for exactly twenty minutes, you ain't that lazy to open it, right? It was true that his hand had stayed on the doorknob for several minutes and it was also true that he was getting sweaty, but he wasn't lazy, he was apprehensive of what would happen with Nightmare if he were to hear what he had to say, so this is why he was mentally training on how to announce the bad news.

-No, fuck off Chara, I need more time..., He leaned his head on the door frame and sighed tiredly. The ghost let out a groan of frustration as they start attacking their own eyes, ripping some of their skin off, a habit they had earned over the years.

-FUCKING FINE, YOU PIECE OF SHIT— Killer widen his eyes as he felt his body move on its own, immediately opening the door and entering inside of Nightmare's office.

Two skeletons were sitting face to face with only the desk to separate them, Nightmare, and Cross. They both turned their head toward the intruder as their monthly matter was interrupted by a confused Killer and an angry ghost following beside him.

-We are busy. Stated Nightmare with a strict tone, expecting the newcomer to leave before it escalate. Killer looks back at the exit but Chara was blocking it with a stern frown. He figured that it was too late to go back now and proceed to do what he should have done twenty minutes ago.