Please don't question the video, it does it's job. Just skip to 0:30 if you don't want to watch it all. 

Ink's POV

"Oh, a week? That makes sens- WAIT WHAT?!" I yell, causing almost everyone to cover the spot where their ears would be. I start to panic again, 'A week! No no no no no, this isn't good. A week, I've been out for a week! Oh god-' 

"Ink are you ok?" Dream asks as a hand was placed on my shoulder. Calming down a bit, I turn to face the owner of the hand - it's Cross. I look around the table; all eyes were on me, some with concerned expressions, others confused. Nightmare glared at me, probably for almost making him deaf. I focus my gaze on Dream and clear my throat.

"Y-yeah I'm fine. Just got surprised is all." I could tell that most of them didn't buy it - except for Horror, Dust, and Killer, but don't I think they were listening. Thank god, because before they joined Nightmare's gang, they were known as the Murder Time Trio (MTT for short). Killer was probably the smartest out the three with Dust coming to a close second. If they were listening and tried hard enough then they could most likely figure out what's happening - with Nightmare's help that is - or they're not as smart as I give them credit for. 

We sit in silence for a minute before Dream sighs, "We're just worried for you Ink... If you need to talk to anyone then-" I cut him off, "I know, I can talk to-" I glance around the table, "-most of you." I pause for a second, shifting in the awkward silence, before picking back up again with a sly grin. "Thanks Boomer." Dream looks at me confused and I hear a few chuckles being tossed around the table. "What did you just call me?" Dream askes, "A boomer." I reply with a smug look on my face. 

"I'm not a boomer." Dream deadpans. I got a new idea to irritate him even more. Containing my laughter, I move closer and smirk, "Oh, well then would you rather be called Grandpa Dream?" My smile couldn't not get any wider. Dream, quite annoyed, starts lecturing me about respect until Nightmare chimes in, "Silence Boomer." Dream glared at a smug Nightmare, but before he could scold his twin, I cut him off, "Wouldn't that make you a Boomer too? You know, since you're both 506 years old." Nightmare was now glaring daggers at me as everyone around the table looked at both of us, waiting to see who would make the first move. "How do you know that?!" the angry octopus shouts. 

"Well, you can't really be the protector and so called 'God of Creation' without knowing what happens in the AU's." I answer. 

Nightmare's POV

Ink's really getting on my non-existent nerves. "How do you know that?!" I yell. He shouldn't know how old I am, unless Dream told him - then I'll just kill them both. 

"Well you can't really be the protector and so called 'God of Creation' without knowing what happens in the AUs." The squid replies. 

"I also know that you both ate the apples around the age of 12," he says with that stupid smirk. It's like he's taunting me! I can feel my negativity rise with each word he says. Dream must feel it too because I can hear him quietly tell Ink to cut it out. But he ignores it and continues with a challenging grin. "And you turned Dream to stone for about 470 years until someone set him free. Not cool, Nootmare." That's it! Ink's a dead sans! No one should know about these things especially not some absent-minded, paint-drinking squid!

He started to say something else, but I didn't listen. "Any last words?" I growl, cutting him off. He looks at me and raised his right hand  to where his oversized brush would be. He notices that it's not there as a nervous expression lands on his face.

"Nightmare, old buddy, you wouldn't hurt me... Right?" I stand up and all four of my tentacles go into a fighting position.

3rd POV 

Ink sees Nightmare's tentacles and quickly grabs a mysterious black vial from his sash hanging on his chair. "Very poor choice of words," Nightmare spat, vaulting over the table. Ink smashes the vial on the floor and a black, inky substance spills onto the floor. At the same time, Ink rolls up his left sleeve (he's wearing his old outfit) and the same goop begins running down his arm. Nightmare lunges at him, ready to strike when Ink quickly raised his arm - commanding the substance to rise as well. A thick, black wall was made, protecting it's creator from Nightmare's attack. 

The liquid barrier then collapses, covering Ink as he melts into the ground. The goo then vanishes, leaving everyone in shock. "What just happened?" Killer asks, snapping everyone out of their trance. A few heads shake, which pissed Nightmare off even more. He dasheds out of the room to go find Ink and possibly try to kill him again.

Cross Chara POV

I watch Nightmare go on what I could only assume was a wild goose chase. Ink could be anywhere in the mansion, since he would never leave without his vials which are still tucked away in his sash. It's easy enough to figure that out; even Cross could do it. Speaking of which, since there's nothing else to do right now, I might as well mess with him.

"Cross." No reply. "Cross... hellooo? Anyone home?" I mimic a tap on his skull and he still doesn't reply. 'He's ignoring me, great.' Ugh, might as well listen to their dumb conversation; at least they're not just staring at the door anymore.

"Should we try and stop him?" Blue asks, his eyes wide and full of worry. "Nah, there's no point. He'll just go after us instead." Dust replies, putting his hand on top of Blue's head.

Horror, trying to lighten the mood, chimes in, "At least ol' Noot Noot's goin' after him and not us, am I right?"

"Dude, if he was here right now, you'd be dead," Cross said with a bit of a chuckle. "Heh, probably. That's why I said it now," Horror replies with his usual creepy grin, or it would be creepy if everyone here wasn't already use to it. With a bored sigh, I decide that whatever they were talking about wasn't worth my time.

However, discovering whatever that black stuff was is much more interesting.

I float over to his sash - still on his chair - and as luck would have it, the back was showing. I see a small tag along with a small, empty flap that looked like the ones holding Ink's vials. Taking a closer look at the label, I could see some writing on it. The words were small and slightly smudged, but I was able to read it: 'Extra Ink'

'So that's what that black stuff was, he must have that just in case he needs to make a quick escape without his brush.' I float back over to Cross, wanting to tell everyone what I found.

"Cross, let me have control. I found something important."  This time, I manage to get a reaction out of him, but it wasn't the one I was looking for. 

'Go away Chara, can't you see I'm talking,' He said, getting annoyed; I don't give up. "Cross this is important! Why must you be so stubborn?" I guess I ticked him off because the next thing he said was, 'Chara for the last time. Go. Away." And with that, he went back to talking with the others and ignoring me. 'Man how stupid is he!' I cross my arms and turn my back so that it's facing him. 'I wonder if Nightmare found Ink yet...'

Word count: 1313

Hey everyone, sorry it's been so long since I last updated, I'm pretty sure it was last Valentines when I said I'd post a new chapter. Well that was apparently a lie. Sorry :P

Anyway, it's summer, which means I have more time to write!! What do you think will happen to Ink? Will Nightmare find him or will he get away scot-free? And will Cross finally listen to Chara? Probably not... Find out next time on "The Fallen Creator".

~melon

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