Ink was rarely invited to parties.

Especially when Blue was throwing it.

Generally because he tended to get...

Well...

Rowdy.

Alcohol and magic emotion-simulating paint do not mix well.

And he was easily excitable; nobody wanted to clean up after him when he inevitably puked ink like he did.

But when all alcohol was banned, and it was a Halloween party...

Nobody could stop him.

He loved Halloween.

He loved dressing up.

And he loved dressing up the people who didn't come with costumes.

Even if he should've been wondering why Nightmare and his gang were there, he was much too delighted about giving him costumes than he should be.

"Awww," a voice behind Nightmare said, "Why didn't you dress up?"

He turned to see the one person besides Dream he had been trying to avoid.

Ink himself was cosplaying as a Smeargle from Pokèmon, with every part of his ensemble practically perfect save the paint stain on his cheek, which he had tried to conceal with white paint. It wasn't working very well.

"Uh-" The king of terror quickly ran through his list of excuses.

"I'm...scary enough already?"

Ink pouted; an expression that, in this instance, made Nightmare's non-existent blood run cold.

"Come on, Nightmare!" He chided, raising his paint brush, "Even you should dress up for Halloween!"

Nightmare edged away from the crazy skeleton.

"This is harassme-"

Too late!

Ink splashed him with purple paint.

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Dream heard a familiar, "ARGH!!" come from the direction he'd last seen Ink heading.

He turned, and almost spat out the lemon bar he was eating.

Ink had found his first costume victim.

And for some reason, the costume he'd chosen for Nightmare was his old outfit from when he and Dream were the Gaurdians of the Tree of Feelings.

Dream couldn't make out what they were saying, but Ink seemed pleased with himself and Nightmare was freaked out.

"WHATS NIGHTMARE DRESSED UP AS?" Blue, who had been with him, asked. His Holy Taco outfit was still meticulous despite the amount of messy party food he'd been eating.

"....Himself."

Blue blinked. "WHAT?"

Dream shook his head, the straw-yellow wing of his My Little Pony costume loosening on his skull. "Nevermind," he said, grabbing hold of the cowboy hat that was attached and adjusting it.

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Error watched Ink and Nightmare's exchange from the safety of his corner.

Hopefully Ink wouldn't come over anytime soon.

As much he'd have liked to dress up, he had nothing; and the chances of Ink making him a cat costume were too high to risk it.

"Hey! What are you doing in the corner, Error?"

The Destroyer jumped about a foot in the air; in his moment of trying to imagine the awful-ness of the possible cat outfit, he hadn't noticed Ink leave Nightmare and appear next to him.

"N0-n0-n07h1n9," he yelped, "1 w45 ju57 l34v1n9-"

"But-"

*Error escaped!

"Aw man...I was going to give him a Spider-Man costume!"

"7H47'5 3V3N W0R53 7H3N 4 C47!!!" Error screeched from the Anti-Void.

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'Cross, knowing that he would be forcibly costumed if he didn't come with one, and decided to be an OREO.

But his OREO costume was hot, and he quickly overheated.

He wore his normal clothes, minus the scarf, under his OEREO, so he gladly took it off in the back of the party.

Which was the time Ink decided to come along.

Before the artist could even say more than, "Hi, Cross!" the Scarf Boy pulled his costume out from behind him and said, a little too quickly,

"DonteventhinkaboutitInkIhaveacostumealready!"

Ink blinked.

"I was just going to ask if you wanted some Ice Cream from the Outertale Bro's."

Cross blinked. "Oh. Sure!"

He was safe.

...At least until they started bobbing for apples.

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Dust, Killer, and Horror stood by the food table, talking about horror movies, Horror's favorite movies, candy, and killing.

They had hoped to get away with wearing matching 'Killer Crew' sweaters.

But Ink wasn't satisfied.

A giggle from behind told them so.

In an instant, Ink had given them a make-over.

Dust found himself in a black suit with six tentacles. Slenderman?

Killer was wearing face paint that made him look like a human who have deep cuts from the corners of his mouth up. "Jeff the Killer? Really, Ink?"

"Eyeless Jack woulda worked better for 'em," said Horror the Rake.

Ink beamed at them, proud of his work.

"It's the Creepypasta Squad now!" He chirped happily as he skipped off.

The three looked at each other in confusion, then shrugged and continued their conversation.