Perfect Unwilling Vessel
A/N: Recently I discovered Fresh Ink Sans and I think the concept is quite interesting so I decided to write about it.
Ink watch everything from the dark pitch darkness of the googles where he was held prisoner as Fresh had hold of his body, play with things he shouldn't, doing things he shouldn't, and making Ink's body do things Ink didn't want it to do. Ink felt everything that happened to his body, so while Dream trying to kill him was considered merciful and painless, Ink felt every single thing.
The horrible truth about this is that Ink couldn't die, he had no SOUL. He was Fresh's perfect vessel, he could handle the virus that Fresh had, he couldn't die, and he could create~
Ink wanted free, but no matter how hard he fought he was stuck here and it scared him. He was going to be here forever... he knew it, Fresh reminded him of this fact.
Ink watched what Fresh was doing... Fresh was on Ink's bed, Ink would've thought he was asleep if he didn't know that Fresh didn't really sleep...
Fresh DID sleep just not often...
"You watching Ink brah?" Fresh giggled. Ink blankly stared at what Fresh was seeing, Fresh was staring at his feet, his shoes were on the floor socks shoved and stuffed inside them, Fresh was wearing only one layer of clothes.
The lonely layer made Ink feel a bit self conscious... he was in long sleeved shirt and pants that was it, well the glasses of course...
"Oh I know ya are dawg, that's all ya can do Inky!" Fresh laughed as he summoned Ink's ectobody filling the clothes with curves and magic. Ink's face flushed, as Fresh felt up and down Ink's legs, Ink felt the tingling sensation of Fresh's hand.
"Inky like that?" Fresh asked smiling. Fresh had noticed Ink's silence over the passing weeks, finally getting a reaction from the monster was somewhat riveting.
Fresh massaged Ink's thighs. Ink moaned faintly.
"S-s-stop!" Ink shouted, but he could do nothing to stop Fresh. Fresh smiled.
"Ya speak, for a second I thought ya were sleepin, Inky!" Fresh smirked, he paused his movement, Ink relaxed.
Yes the most perfect unwilling vessel~
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