After patching up Ink's arm, I roll his sleeve back down and over the gauze before packing up the first aid kit. "There," I hum, putting the kit back where I found it. "Was that so hard?"  The painter chuckles quietly, before murmuring,

"Thanks." With a gradient of rainbows lightly dusted across his cheekbones. 

"Anytime. Now, lets head back downstairs," I smile, before letting out a yawn and descending the stairwell. Dream sits on the couch, helping to patch Sans' eye up. "Hey, Dream, Hey, Sans." I wave slightly. Sans tries to move away from Dream, murmuring complaints of pain to his friend.

"Hi," They both say at once, followed by Dream's scolding for Sans to stay still. Ink walks down the stairs as I sit next to the two skeletons, his eyes back to their normal yellow and blue combination.  He walks into the room and asks, 

"You doing okay, Blue?" 

"Not really--stop it!" He hisses, pushing Dream's hands away.

"No, not until you let me help!" Dream says, clearly annoyed at his friend.

"Why do you guys call Sans 'Blue'?" I ask, confused. Ink walks close to Sans and tugs lightly on his blue scarf.

"We're all a version of Sans, so to avoid confusion, we made up nicknames. He's blue because, well, you know." I nod.

"I get it," I nod, looking around. "I have a massive headache," I place a hand on my forehead and sigh.

"I'll get you a Tylenol..." Dream murmurs, standing up and walking into what I assume is the kitchen. After a few moments, he comes back and gives me the pill with a glass of water. Thanking him, I take the pain-killer and ask,

"So... Who is Nightmare, anyways?" I sip my water slowly, looking at Dream for answers.

"He's... He's my brother." Dream cringes as I spit out my water with a cough, looking at him in shock. Ink struggles to keep back a laugh in the background, and Sans does the same.

"What?!"

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I close my eyes as I try to process the information Dream has given me.

"So--So let me get this straight... Nightmare was jealous because you controlled the good things in life, and he controlled the bad," Dream nods. "And--And then he ate an apple from his side of the tree and became what he is now? And then you ate one of your apples and fought him when you became more powerful from it, but ended up losing, and he turned you to stone?!" Dream nods again. "Please tell me you weren't conscious during that!"

"Oh, Goodness, no!" Dream chuckles softly. "If I were, I'd probably be in the exact same place as my brother, you know, insane and wanting to destroy worlds."

"What would happen if you ate one of Nightmare's apples?"

"Well, the tree is... Unfortunately dead, now, but if I had, and vice versa, Nightmare and I would have switched roles, with him being a protector and me a destroyer." He explains. I nod in understanding.

"You all have very different stories, don't you?" I ask. "I know Sans', and yours, Dream, and-"

Wait...

"Ink?" I ask, turning towards him. For some reason, he doesn't make eye contact.

Sighing, he snaps his fingers, bringing out a(n) S/C soul in front of me. "You already know what that is," He crosses his arms, and I nod.

"Duh, my soul."

"Well..." He sighs, looking at the ground. "I... Um..."

He snaps his fingers in the exact same way he did before,  but...

...Nothing happens.

There's nothing there.

Gasping, I murmur, "Ink... You're joking..."

"No, Y/N, I'm not," He says sadly.

And then, he mutters the five words I never expected to hear in my life.

"I don't have a soul."

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A/N
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Super short chapter, I know, but I'm busy and I'm having life issues, so bear with me, okay?

I hope you enjoyed! Bye, Glitterbugs!

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