Ink opened his eyes. He hated waking up . Especially on Mondays. Blue and dream always make him do something on Mondays. Ink looked down at the heaviness on his pelvis. He sighed and looked at the dog. His boney fingers went right through her rough, husky fur.
"Good morning, luna. Did you have a nice sleep?"
Ink talked to the dog who in return didn't reply, she didn't even react.
"Yeah me too. These nightmares have been driving me batshit-"
"Ink!"
"Rude" ink mumbled in reaction to the loud and somewhat pissed voice from down stairs.
Maybe, if ink just pretends to be still asleep, he could get away with not doing anything?

"INK!" Ink continued to ignore the voice and instead just put the cover over his head.
"INK!" he ignored the stopping outside his room. He ignored the bangs on his door. He ignored the-

He didn't ignore the now open door to his bedroom. Ink sighed. Why? Why him?! He doesn't like loud noises let alone living with a child like a
Maniac!

"Ink! Im gonna give you to the count of three"
Ink suddenly felt an urge.
"One"
Oh no, why now of all times?!
"Two"
Ink bit his 'lip' trying to distract himself but found it impossible.
"Thre-"

"INK, BLUE MY BROTHER IS ATTACKING AGAIN!"
Dream shouted from downstairs, what made ink huff as he got out of his.. Warm.. Cozy.. Somewhat messy bed. I mean it was only covered in paint and jammy dodger crumbs.