~I bleed red~ | An Ink x Reader

~Y/n's POV~
-1 week later-

I was in a bedroom, an unfamiliar bedroom. I was sitting on a red blanket draped across a black bed.

I was confused, I had just gone to bed with Ink in our bedroom. How did I get here?

I heard some footsteps outside, but they didn't enter the room. I took this chance to look around.

It was a very dark room, everything was colored in either shades of red or black. It was mostly empty, except for the bed, a few drawers, and a dresser.

The only splash of color was a rug on the floor, it was a basketball orange and covered in dust. In fact, almost everywhere was covered in dust.

I heard a click of a door opening, and whipped my head towards the sound.

My entire body froze like a deer in the headlights. So did he. Our eyes were locked onto one another like glue. Terror was flooding into my system like a dam just broke. His smile grew so wide he looked absolutely terrifying.

"Well, this is a pleasant surprise. Isn't it, Papyrus?" Dust chuckled madly, his laughter growing only louder.

I had no where to run, no where to hide. Dust was walking towards me, still laughing with complete joy shining in his crazy eyes.

"Don't hurt me! Please!" I tried frantically to plea. I knew it was a lost cause when he laughed yet more louder. I backed against the wall, trying to distance myself as far away as possible.

He was less than an inch from me, if he had a nose it would be touching mine. His breath was ragged and unsteady, as he was still giggling.

He snatched my hands with both of his and forced them above my head. I knew there were bruises already from how tight he was gripping them.

"What are you doing?" An unfamiliar voice snapped at Dust.

Dust turned his head to the person, and I got  a glimpse at their appearance. All I could see was some black goo coming down their skull and a red target-like thing floating by their chest.

"Look what the cat dragged in."

Dust moved out of the way, still clutching hard on my wrists. I got a full view of the other skeleton, but he was still unfamiliar.

He wore Original's clothing, with some parts ripped to show the bone underneath. His eyesockets were completely empty besides the odd goo that seeped out of them, sometimes dripping onto the floor and disappearing into smoke. The target-like red thing was hovering close to his chest, shining with a dim light.

"It can't be." He said, like that would make it true.

"But it has to! Let's take her to Nightmare. Then maybe I can play with her..." Dust turned back to me at the last bit, licking his teeth with a sickly blue tongue.

I tried not to show fear at this statement, but my legs shook and a bead of sweat rolled down my forehead. Tears were threatening to fall from the grip on my wrists, I could no longer feel my hands and I was sure my circulation had been cut off.

"Fine." The black goo skeleton walked out of the room and Dust scoffed at him.

His grip loosened a small bit, enough for me to feel my nails digging into my palm. He pulled me from the wall and forced my hands behind my back. I felt a surge of power reverberate from Dust and recognized it as him using magic. Something metal clinked into place around them and I instantly knew they were handcuffs.