"Innnk.. where are you Ink"

Ink was quickly regretting leaving the doodlesphere, since Outertale fell things had gone to hell.

"You can't hide Inky, you took you vials. Which means I can feel you" the voice cooed.

He didn't even need paint to feel a sinking sensation, he was learning to fear without his paints.

"Aww... we ran out of time, don't worry we'll play again another time," a demented giggle followed, Ink didn't relax till he was sure Dream was gone.

Or whatever the funk was pretending to be Dream.

Dream would never have hunted down others for sport, to rip them apart.

Blues screaming haunted his sleep.

To his relief he was able to find the Frisk of mafiatale and the Sans and papyrus before the AU collapsed.

He was going to have to extend his home in the doodlesphere again.

He worried about Core, they'd gone silent since Outer vanished and his AU fell.

The soulless being wished Outer was alive, they'd always been kind and a smile for everyone. A good friend, Ink hated the fact that it was likely Dream that got Outer.

"Ink.." Error greeted him, it was telling that they both had to band together for there magic to keep Inks doodlesphere safe from Dream getting in.

"What is it?" Ink asked tiredly.

"I'm really hoping I'm wrong," Error told him.

"Tell me..." Ink said quietly.

"Mimic"

Ink went icy cold, and swore.

Mimic...

A cursed species, that everyone even those of the OverRealm agreed should not exist.

If there was ever such beings that could only be described as evil, it was a mimic.

Error and Ink, only knew of them due to what they were and there link to the deity in charge of there multiverse.

Mimic...

Beings that consumed other beings mind, body.. soul.

Anyone they ate, they could take upon there face, magic.. there everything.

No one could tell them from the original unless they showed there mimic traits.

The worst were the sleepers, where the mimic mind slept allowing the originals mind to drive the body not knowing they were dead/eaten and a false front.

There was no saving those consumed, only death would release the souls of those lost to the mimic.

Ink felt ill, as.. that fit to well.

"I thought they were wiped out eons ago..." Ink said horrified, as they should have been gone before their multiverse ever exited,

What.. if there were more then one still existing?