Ink sighs and hugs me again. "Trust me, Y/N, he can't while we're here. Remember, this is the one place he can't get to. We'll figure this out." Ink assures me in a soft voice.

"But he said... He said he won't rest until all of you are dead and--he said when he did, he'd have a new member to his team, I-I can only assume he meant..." I don't finish, as the very thought of vocalizing the next word makes me want to vomit. I wouldn't be able to bear being Nightmare's follower, let alone have anything good associated with him.

"...You," Ink finishes my sentence for me and looks to the ground. With a sigh, he says, "Don't worry, Y/N. We'll protect you, no matter what. I promise." He looks at me with concern. Nodding, I wipe away my tears and let out a shaky sigh, feeling somewhat better about my dream--er, my nightmare, that is.

"Thanks, I-Ink." I smile in an appreciative way, to which he does the same. I take into account that I really like his smile, more than I had noticed before. It looks sweet, and very happy... It makes me feel joy.

"You're welcome, Y/N. Hey, to make you feel better, do you wanna watch some T.V.?" He asks, pointing his thumb to the downstairs area. I nod, and he takes my hand. Pulling me along behind him, he leads me down and into the parlor. We sit on the couch and turn on the television, flipping through channels until we find a movie.

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When I regain consciousness, I feel groggy and very tired. The rising sun's rays peek through the curtains hanging upon the window behind the couch, making the room glow orange. The clock across the room reads 5:30am, which is strange considering how late I went to sleep last night.

Wait...

...Why am I on the couch again?

I look over to the other side of the couch, spotting Ink resting his head on his arm and sleeping peacefully. His chest rises and falls with each quiet breath he takes. It makes me smile, seeing him so tranquil and not under stress. He must've fallen asleep when we were watching movies... I observe. Speaking of which, the television is still on, it's volume turned down to an almost unnoticeable level and it's screen showing an obscure movie. The remote is on the ground in front of the couch. With a yawn, I stand up and turn off the T.V. before going upstairs to prepare for whatever the day has for me.

Looking around the guest bedroom, I realize that I have no clothes to wear. Sighing, I walk into Sans' room and quietly grab a white t-shirt, deciding to keep on the jeans I'm wearing. I take off Papyrus' hoodie and slip on the garment. When I walk downstairs, I find Ink sitting up and looking around.

"Hey," I greet quietly, waving my hand.

"Hi," Ink yawns, stretching his arms. "How did you sleep?"

"I actually slept really well after the nightmare. I'm surprised I'm up this early, considering it was practically three in the morning when we went to sleep," I point to the clock and laugh quietly. "The others are still asleep. I stole one of Sans' shirts, as you may have noticed." I tug on the shirt and sit next to my friend, rubbing my eyes.

"Yeah, Sans tells me you do that often," Ink chuckles quietly. He sighs and sits back on the couch. "I am so tired." He mumbles, looking at the clock.

"Yeah, me too," I sigh, picking a piece of lint from Ink's sleeve. "I haven't the slightest idea why I'm up this early, though."

"Me either," Ink closes his eyes and rests his head on his hand.

"Do you think we could go and get some of my stuff from the house in... Uh, what is the name of our universe, again?" I ask curiously, the name slipping my mind. Ink looks over at me and asks,

"Underswap?"

"Yeah." I nod, smiling.

"I guess we could. We'd all have to go, Nightmare could be lurking anywhere." He looks at me gently, as if asking if I am okay with that.

"Okay. That's fine by me, as long as I can get my clothes and paintings and stuff." I relax into the couch with a sigh, feeling unbelievably sleepy.

"You paint?" Ink asks with a slight smile, his eyes the shapes of stars.

"Mostly landscapes, but yeah. Sometimes I sketch, though most of the time I fail at it," I shrug nonchalantly, dissing my own art though it were nothing (which is what I feel at times).

"I'm sure your art is really nice, all art is," He smiles. "Here," He pulls a sketchbook from a drawer in the table beside the couch. "This is one of my old books that I never use, so you can keep it. Sketch in it whenever." He shrugs.

"Thanks, Ink..." I smile. "You're too kind." I can feel my face warming up a little bit.

"Tell that to Error when he pisses me off," Ink laughs quietly, his left eye a light pink color and his right a deep blue. I laugh along with him, his laughter almost contagious. Reaching for the remote, I ask,

"Wanna watch T.V.? Your choice of channel, I can't think of anything." I smile, handing him the remote.

"Sure, as long as you don't mind some random channel, because that's usually what I watch. I find a lot of miscellaneous things intriguing, unless it's something horrible," Ink shrugs, which I nod to in response.

"Nah, I don't mind."

We switch on the television and get comfortable, our eyes fixated on whatever is on.

~~~

Soon enough, it's been about forty-five minutes of a random cooking show broadcasting from an AU, with a robot like Nabstabton, but named Mettaton, like the ghost in our universe. He cooks like Nabastabton does, messily, but he makes it look planned. I smile at the similarities between our universe and this one.

"What universe is this one, Ink?" I ask, looking over at the artist. My eyes widen slightly as I see the skeleton fast asleep, his head resting on his arm (just like before). I smile and direct my gaze back to the T.V., watching the robot cook cupcakes with anything sweet he can find. I suddenly feel like my eyelids are really heavy, and I find myself wanting to sleep more and more.

Looking at Ink, I smile and move closer to him before laying my head on his shoulder and closing my eyes, letting myself fall asleep.

(A/N)

RoMaNcE

I was actually scared that it was too early for love-stuffs, but morrow- actually reassured me that it wasn't, so i made dis. :3

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