Ink: *still falling* You know... if I ever do hit the ground (if there even is one) I'm going to stab Soul...

Jak: *looks up, waits, and smirks holding his hands out* I'm kinda happy here... I have a farm in here.

Ink: Jak? Who's— *lands in Jak's extended arms, Stares horrified at Jak*

Jak: How was your fall, angel?

Ink: *pushes out of Jak's arm* This just made everything exceedingly worse.

Jak: *laughs* Sorry but you got my eye~ *pokes Ink's eye light*

Ink: *Blushes as he glares at the sky* Darer!! PLEASE LET ME LEAVE HIM HERE!!

Jak: *pulls out a white flag and waved it, laughing* Okay! Okay! I surrender. It's great ta meet'cha! I'm Jak, short for Jacket Sans, but sounds like Jake.

Ink: *confused* I'm Ink... do you live here Jake?

Jak: **Jak, and yes~ I have a pretty nice set up. Wanna check it out Inky? *winks*

Ink: *glares a Jak* If you keep flirting with me I am going to clock you.

Jak: It's a habit~ Though you might want something to eat you have been falling for... *counts his fingers and looks up* Umm... I'd say about twelve or sixteen hours? *shrugs*

Ink: Why do you know that?

Jak: I rarely get visitors, but when I do I make sure to keep track of how long they fall so I can determine their needs. Like if they need food or water, or just the loo.

Ink: The loo?

Jak: the throne, bathroom, the John... you know the toilet.

Ink: Oh... *looks up* Does Soul even know you are in here?

Jak: *shakes head* No and I prefer to keep it that way.

Ink: Do you know how to get out of here?

Jak: *Shrugs* Maybe... Maybe not...

Ink: Will you tell me how to get out?

Jak: No...

Ink: Why not?

Jak: I'm lonely~

Ink: Then come with me.

Jak: Then Soul will know I was there.

Ink: What does it matter if he finds out if you were here or not.

Jak: *Thinks for a bit* I have a home here...

Ink: Do you have anyone here with you?

Jak: At one point... but they're all gone now.

Ink: Did Soul—

Jak: I'd prefer not to talk about that... *sits on junk* So why were you thrown in, huh?

Ink: I don't know...

Jak: He doesn't throw monsters in here for no reason.

Ink: I can create SOULs, Monsters, humans, etcetera

Jak: That's the reason... you can make his food supply, you're basically his vending machine.

Ink: Really?

Jak: What?

Ink: Never mind, why are you here?

Jak: I snuck in here trying to escape him. This was my jacket after all~

Ink: This was yours? How'd he get it?

Jak: I gave it to him. He is a kleptomaniac as you can see here in this 'dump', so he couldn't refuse, but I am a kleptomaniac as well.

Ink: Kleptomaniac?

Jak: It's a mental disease where you can't help but take something, you can't stop yourself. No matter what it is, either a rubber ducky or a crown you can barely control yourself.

Ink: *nods* Okay.

Ink: What if I have you something to show me the way out of here?

Jak: What would you have that I would want Ink-cheeks?~

Ink: *swings at Jak, the hit landed and Ink squeaked and shook his hand.* Ow! You have THICK bones!!

Jak: *rubs his jaw and sits up* You hit hard...

Ink: I know! *rubs his hand and makes pained expressions*

Jak: But really what do you have that I would want?

Ink: I can make pretty much ANYTHING. So what do you want?

Jak: *Smirks mischievously* You~

*Jak expected the hit this time, but he still absorbed it as he laughed*

Ink: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOUR BONES MADE OF?!

Jak: *Smirk still in his face* Calcium phosphate and collagen~

Ink: Wise ass... What do you really want?

Jak: Company

Ink: Really? That's all? You know you could just go outside of here for that.

Jak: I know but all my stuff is here.

Ink: YOU MEAN ALL THIS JUNK?!

Jak: You may see it as junk, but I see it as art supplies.

Ink: What Art could you make with these?

Jak: You're an artist! Just guess, you could make just about anything~ *motions towards everything*

Ink: More junk...

Jak: Just use your ~imagination~! *encouragingly* Come on! Just try!~

Ink: *rolls eye lights* Fine... *looks around, sees a canvas... paints... and metals, weapons, chemicals...*

Ink: A danger zone... that's what I could make here...

Jak: You didn't even try...

Ink: If you aren't going to help me I'll find the exit myself! *starts wandering*

Jak: You're going to get lost~

Ink: I DON'T CARE!!

Jak: *follows Ink* You really don't want to get lost out here. It's dangerous~

Ink: *groans* Why do you care?

Jak: *smirks again* Because you fascinate me~

Ink: *Blushes and groans* Whatever...

*the two wander, Ink tired to ignore Jak's meaningless compliments and attempts at flirting.*

Jak: I can still take you back to my home~ It's nicer there.

Ink: No Thank You!

Jak: You sure~

Ink: POSITIVE!!

Jak: Okay~ *leans on a pile of what seemed to be sport balls. And watches Ink wander more* (any second now~)

Ink: *Continues forward and doesn't even realize that Jak had stopped following, something brushed their fingers on Ink's elbow, Growls* This is you only warning! Don't touch me

*something brushes their fingers on down Ink's neck*

Ink: I SAID DON'T— *freezes when he sees a squid monster with feet... the tips of each tentacle had a three skeleton fingers* WHAT THE HELL?!

*the monster shrieks, Ink screams in response and ran, Jak laughed and watched Ink.*

Jak: ARE YOU SURE YOU DON'T WANT TO GO TO MY HOME?

Ink: *charged at Jak, his voice angrily desperate as he used Jak as a shield.* JUST TAKE ME AWAY FROM THAT THING!!!

Jak: *smiled and nodded teleporting to a nice cozy little house* Here we are~ Home Sweet Home~

Dare marked down as complete...

Jak: (Thanks for the new friend Papytonlover34~)