New Cover! Drawn by me. I seriously need to practice more often but it's still decent huh? Hope you enjoy!

You sat on your couch, legs curled tightly against your chest. Your eyes were wide with fear and a cup of hot tea sat in your hands. You tried to sort out your dream, but were only met by confusion and pain. Was it an omen? Did Error already know? Did you even have a chance?

Beige cloth was wrapped around your neck, covering up the lower half of your face. Hiding behind it seemed to comfort you, like it could shield you from the fear you felt. Ink sat nearby, but didn't dare to move too close in fear that it would frighten you more. The emotions running in your head were a mixture of confusion and fear.

You feared he knew exactly what you were doing. You were confused as to how he would find them out. Could he see you without you seeing him? Your eyes shifted around you.

"Ink?" You squeaked.

He jumped, surprised you had summed the courage to speak in your state. "Yeah? Do you wanna talk or something?"

Worry laced his words. Your heart softened slightly as you met his gaze. Very few people had ever given you such a tender look, and some of them had turned out to be the opposite of what you thought them to be. Those few had used you like a toy. And yet, here you were again, falling for the same sympathy that was so easily imitated.

"Can he... Error I mean... see us here? Can he hear us?" You asked.

Ink shook his head. "He may have more power than the average AU Sans, like I have more power, his five senses are still limited to normal. I'd sense him if he were to appear or spy on us."

You relaxed. "So he was lying..." You muttered.

Ink nodded quickly. His attempts to relax you were almost humorous. Your gaze widened and a small smile, hidden by beige, stretched your cheeks.

"Yep! The only traces I've noticed of him were on you, and that's more than likely because of the time you spent in his 'domain.' Is that what your dream was about?"

You face flushed and you lifted the cup shakily. He hot liquid spilled over the side, scorching your hand. You didn't flinch away though, only letting a hiss fall over your lip. Ink jumped to help you but you held up a hand.

"I'm fine." You said briefly.

Ink backed off a bit, up took the cup from your hands. Setting it on the table, he took your hand and spoke. "You don't have to tell me. I just wanna help." He said, a small brush appearing in his hand.

His left hand cradled a few different colors on a palette. He swished the brush over the paint and started to paint over you skin.

"I've found that painting always helps me relax. Maybe you'd like to watch? It could help you."

He paused a moment and looked at you, as if asking permission to continue. You nodded and smiled weakly. Your eyes followed his hands as he pulled your arm up, giving him more leverage. His hand danced over your scars and small remaining injuries, covering them with his magical paint. As the marks disappeared, it appeared to help you let go. It was like every mark was linked to a single day in that hell, and every time one was erased, it released a link in the chain that kept it attached to your thoughts.

Watching him paint was methodic and rythmic. Your breathing evened out and your eyes followed lazily. You still held your mind in tact. It seemed only your tension relaxed. You still needed to talk to someone.

"Uh, Ink?" You asked.

He looked up from his work, raising a 'brow'.

"Yeah (Y/N)?"

"Can I talk to you... about what I saw...." Your voice faded and your tone grew sheepish.

You burrowed your face into the scarf and peered at him over the top, waiting for his response. His face softened with relief and he fixed his position so he faced you completely. "Yeah! You can tell me anything."

Your eyes dropped to your arms below you and you twisted your fingers into one another. You watched your fingers as you thought, trying to word the images you'd seen. With no doubt you'd sound insane, but most people already believed you were crazy to some degree. Another deep breath, and you began to retell your dream.

"I saw him, Error. After I fell asleep, I was in the Antivoid. At first I was panicked. I thought everything that had happened up till now was a dream, and that I was still in the copy of hell. But he showed up and started talking to me. He said he knew the plan. He called me his puppet. I was so... so scared. And angry. And confused. But then everything was black." You paused, looking at Ink to see if he followed.

He nodded his head. "You're a tough kid, I doubt that's what spooked you though. What happened, if you don't mind me asking...."

You waved it off with a weak smile. "You're right, that wasn't the end of it. I woke up, within my dream. I was in the Judgement hall, but everything was wrong. There was blood on the floor, and Chara was hurt badly, unconscious on the ground. Orange and blue attacks were flying everywhere, but it was wrong. Papyrus wasn't attacking, he was defending... and Sans...

Sans could help it." Your voice broke, tears threatening to spill over your face. "He was attacking us, and crying. These weird blue strings were wrapped around him and he couldn't help it. We were fighting Error, but he used Blueberry like a shield, or a weapon. You attacked and I panicked. Error wouldn't let him defend himself. I-I jumped up. Everything hurt. But when I reached out, weird strings came put of my hands. Then everything was gone. I grabbed Error's strings and then everything was black. That fight... everyone was hurt. He couldn't help it. He cried out but we couldn't leave him there. We couldn't... we couldn't..."

Quiet tears wet your cheeks and you bit back a sob. Ink wrapped his arms around you and you let him, resting your head on his shoulder. "That won't happen right?" You asked. "We'll save him, won't we?"

Ink nodded. "Of course we will (Y/N). I promise."

Your breath hitched as you relaxed. Hesitantly you pushed away, wiping your tears. You stood on shaky legs and smiled full heartedly. "Thanks Ink. I didn't mean to dump my emotional shit on you like that."

He chuckled. "How many times have you apologized for that now? You should know by now I don't care."

You snickered. "I'm a slow learner."

You lifted your arms to your neck and unwrapped the scarf, but it back in its place around Ink. Smiling, you turned and walked into the kithen. You reached into the cabinet and popped a few prescription pills. Ink watched from afar as you started stuffing things in bags and throwing them on the couch.

"What're the bags for?" He asked.

"I can't hold everything in my inventory, so I always bring one or two backpacks outside if it. One for me, one for Chara and now," you turned to him and tossed him an old leather satchel you'd found at a garage sale. "And one for you."

As if cued by fate, a short knock rapped against the door. You darted to the door and opened it to find none other than Chara. She smiled at you and pushed her way past you. "So how'd last night go?" She asked.

"Like every other night."

She groaned. "You aren't any fun!" She complained.

"Just because you ship me doesn't mean it's cannon ya dingus. I swear, you and Undyne."

Remembering her phone, you dug it from your pocket and tossed it to her. "I went by there anyway to cut some time. The walk will be a few days so I wanted to have as few detours as possible. Blueberry needs us."

Chara nodded with a grin. "Yeah! But, uh, (Y/N)?"

"Yeah Chara?"

"You should take an allergy pill. Your eyes are all red and puffy."

Ink and you shared a brief look and you silently snickered. "Will do."

Shouldering a bag, you looked at your two friends and smiled. "Let's go. Commence Plan Blueberry!"
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"Seriously? Plan Blueberry? How cliche is that?" Chara teased.

Ink laughed and you released a growl. "God dammit Chara, can't you just let me end the chapter with a snappy one liner for once?!"

"Chapter?"