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Ink is wetted.
Like, literally, wetted with water.
Which is, honestly, quite annoyingly green since their beautiful and favorite clothes are soaked, completely.
But as soon as Ink is out of water? Stars, now this is a real Nightmare! pun unintented.
Garbages, scraps, dusts, dirts, any form of trashes, mostly metal, all dumped on the beach in front of them, making Ink's poor little soul feel red and blue from such sight, if they even have one.
And as soon as Ink was out of water, they immediately collapsed onto the beach sand, letting the small splashes of the moving water hitting their leg bones, soaking their already wetted leggings.
Which, really suck, but Ink figured that maybe they can find something else to change after and make sure to dry, not only their leggings but the whole of their favorite clothes.
Now, Ink just lay there, alone, soaking all over and their bright eyelights look up into the sky.
Blue sky, white cloud, blue, blue, blue, and small white.
At least the surface's sky is blue.
After a few minutes of admiring the beautiful blue sky, Ink is now sitting up, their phalanges tapping in rhythm on their chin, thinking about what they should do next.
"Soo.... why's Creator send me here again? Ehhhh...." Ink trails off as their eyebrow bones frown, thinking hard.
("I'm gonna send you to alternative multiverse, and you just need to...." )
"Oh, oh!" Ink smiled widely when, finally, they remembered a tiny bit of the conversation before they pause a few seconds after, the next question popped up, their skull tilted to the side in clear orange.
"What did I need to do again?"
Ink forgot.
Again.
"But, ahhh, 'frisk' it!" Ink pouted, their feet kicked the sand under their small body, eyelights shine red and purple. Before Ink standing up, their whole body still soaked and covered in sand, their arms fly up into the air.
"I'm gonna just frisking do whatever I want! Pfft—Bahahahhahahahahaha!" Ink laugh, their voice ring through the whole beach.
"Hahaha—Pfft—cough!"
Ink paused, their body hunched forward and vomit.
"Cough! —Ugh! Oh, man..."
And with that, Ink Sans's adventure and navigation for knowledge of this whole world, begin.
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("Ink." The Creator called out softly, too soft than usual even, making Ink look up from the canvas in their metacarpal, yellow mixed with orange.
"I have a fun, fun plan for you and you only, dear." And with that simple words, Ink quickly beamed.
"Really, Really!? For me!? Awwww, what's it, Creator!??" Ink smiled, a big and bright one, and scoot themselves closer to the Creator besides them.
Creator's metacarpal, covered with human skin, come up to gently rub Ink's hard skull.
Their lips cracked a big, excited smile just from seeing Ink's enthusiastic, they're, too, excited for whatever bullshits and chaos their little Ink sans is going to cause in the future.)
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As soon as Ink manage to get out of the beach, scrolling through the dull, full of grey color yet so busy street, Ink noticed.
This world is weird.
Like, really, really weird.
They're tall, always have their skull, covered with skin and hair, most are normal humans and some are monsters, straight forward and not even looking friendly at the people around them, totally strangers to others, cautious or uncaring, Ink wasn't sure.
Some of them are veryyy huge, too! Some even bigger than Asgore, oh stars, they're so weird!
Especially their stares, it's so uncomfortable.
Like Ink isn't a normal monster, isn't a skeleton monster, isn't something and is something odd to look at.
So Ink do what, sometimes, Error suggested them to do when things get to overwhelming purple for them.
They hide.
They twisted their feet and walking into a nearby alley, feeling the stares disappearing until they're, finally, alone again.
They normally wouldn't do this because the attention is so yellow to feel (and they didn't want to be ignored, not at all).
but not their attention, not this world's habitants, they're too weird.
And, stars, did they start to miss their friends, at least the other sanses are tolerable.
(Or, at least, other sanses are tolerating them.)
So, after a while, Ink observed.
Their different color eyelights shining from the dark alley, an orange swirl and a purple question mark, looking into the street.
(More than millennium of experience as a Protector really paid off.
Even if they're going to forgot most of the information they've gained, anyway, it's worth trying to remember than doing nothing.)
They watched as some humans look at the monsters that's walking nearby, shoulders hunched, eyes down to the concrete, full with tension.
When a monster bump into a human, the human sneered, hot coffee in human's spilled and soaked the monster's shirt, making them cry out with clear purple and blue.
But still, there didn't seem to be any apologize with how human's eyes are full with green and red as they brushing their shoulder where it was touch with the monster, and then walk off with a big huffed.
The others didn't even bat an eyes and walk like the monster wasn't there, shirt destroyed and probably, if the coffee was newly make, get a small burn from the heated coffee, too.
And then, in a near distance, a human child ran past all the adults, laughing as they show off their magic with a big smile, no one scolded them and even looking at the kid like they're the most adorable thing they've seen today.
it probably was, 'poo' them.
Completely another story with the monster kid, probably homeless given how they're so dirty and have many holes in clothes, who's being harassing by the human adult, saying something that Ink couldn't hear but probably not good.
And, with how that human shoved the kid into the concrete, grabbing the food in plastic bag in the monster kid's hands, really telling the whole story there.
Yet, no one is interested enough to interfere and confront the human, the some of the humans didn't even bat their frisking eyes on them and just walked pass by!
Ink realized, discrimination.
Well, ship.
No wonder, some humans are looking at them weird.
They're a skeleton, a monster, they're soaked and covered with sand and dirt. And they have their lovely little broomie! Which, from what Dream have told them, not normal thing to carry around.
Of course, they would be standing so, so out! In a bad way, too!
Stars, how could they forgot about that?
(They forgot everything.)
Ink really needed to find information of this world more, quickly, because they're not going to make a big mistake like that again!
Hopefully.
So, Ink settled back into the dark alley, making sure there's no one looking and start to summon their ink.
Black liquid forming at the tip of their foot joints, slowly raising up along their legs, covered up all of their small body and dirty clothes.
And then, their ink slowly forming a color, turning the black inky into human's browny skin tone, their hair growing long, reaching the back of their hip bone.
Their clothes changing into more fitting for the environment around them but still keep their previous clothes' design, and then the Ink exploded, revealing an androgyne kid in the middle of alley, smiling, oh, so widely their cheekbones hurt faintly.
But, oh, oh stars! Ink did it! They are now normal!
Or, at least, they're now normal to this world's standard. Because if not, then, well, Ink can just do this again, for the better.
But still, their phalanges, fingers with black fingernails and mostly covered in their usual gloves, quickly open up in front of them and the ink magic flowing out into the air again, this time forming into the shape of a mirror and Ink beamed, so brightly and yellowy.
A pair of yellow eyes with white star shaped pupils stared back at them with the same excitement, their long and messy hair colored in rainbow (Wow! They was worries if this is possible to do but, wow, stars! It is possible!), from brightly red around their messy bangs to the shade of pretty purple at the end.
Ink's cheekbones, or rather cheeks now, covered with creamer color freckles that's standing out from their brown skin tone. the right side of their face have a scar that's probably hinted to the ink stained on their skull face.
Ink then look down, their eye pay attention to their newer clothes, still keeping the their usual one since that's their best and proudest design!
Ink is now dressed in a white undershirt with much shorter sleeves than their usual one, topped over with a small brown jacket with V-shaped yellow edges around their torso and around their upper arms.
Ink is still wearing their usual gloves, but now they have a pretty, white (even if it's so blinding to look at, Ink want something resemble with their white bone, for nostalgia.), long gloves, with the edges around their elbows resembling white flowers underneath their usual gloves, still showing a little bit of their browny skin around their elbows that have many small binary codes running along their arms in random lines.
Their leggings are a all normal overalls with wide legged that they're usually tucked the tops into their waist, but now they're wearing it fully so they're more blended into the normal human, mostly a child, since the human here are soooo, so huge!
Ink is still barefoot, tho, since it's felt weird and uncomfortable for them to wear shoes.
And because Ink is a considerate monster, a person now, Ink even make a big bright yellow backpack, too! So fitting for a kid appearance and they now have something to carry their vials, their art supplies and stuff! How smart of them!
Now, the only thing standing out is....
A yellow eye with star shaped pupil and a blue eye with white circle pupil looking at their Broomie in their hand.
"....nah, this is 'fire'." Ink snorted and chuckle to himself, hugging their paintbrush, their little Broomie close, taking in a big puff of air, and exhale.
"Hehehe.... I should probably go to the library, is there one around here? I hope yes..." They stuffed their mirror in their hand into the yellow backpack, throwing it over their back as they checked their clothes for a few seconds before they smiled widely, ready to go out again.
"Oh, oh... And I needed to check the internet here too if I can use my phone.." Ink mumbling out as they walked out into the outside world, keeping their head hold up high and innocently with a cutest smile as they walked pass the adults.
No weird stares, no pointed look, no hushed whispers, no keeping distance and nothing.
Just a few look and cooing from how cute they is, like a small kid holding a big paintbrush and wearing a yellow big backpack, just it.
There's no disturb by their appearance anymore, and that's enough to make them smiled so widely it frisking hurt.
And, oh stars, before they go to the library, Ink felt like they need to find somewhere to vomit first.
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Apparently, from what Ink have read from the books of the nearby city libary, is a place called Musutafu, in Japan!
No wonder every signs on the street is japanese, it's weird that Ink can, somehow, understand Japanese but they can't speaking them, still only English and Wingdings.
They'll have to learn Japanese too, They noted into their new, smaller, pretty brown color scarf.
Because, this is like... a big whoaa! They have never, ever went to Japan before! The closest to this country is some AUs in Japan setting and names.
(Like Hotarubitale that they've failed to save.)
And it seems that magic inside 80% people in this world is also called 'Quirk' when they've reached four, confirmed by the missing pinky joint in the person's toes.
Which, is weird, because even if there's nothing much important happen without it, it's still weird because humans and monster skeletons that Ink have met so far, have a pinky joint in their toes, as much as they're aware.
Is there really no one in this world, who have feet fetish, complaining?
Huh, weird.
But Quirk is quite smart and creative name, tho. Ink will give some appreciate for whoever that named the magic, eh, quirk in this world, then.
This world also splitting into two big roles in this society, a Hero and a Villain, fighting each other since many decades ago. And there's also a Vigilante! Working as a Hero without the license, which is quite cool move in Ink's opinion.
Though, it quite a big surprise to know that the monsters wasn't existing in this world at all, only the mutants that's the closest to them.
So, that would make the things they've seen previously, a mutants discrimination.
And, unsurprisingly, there's also a discrimination against the Quirkless people, that didn't gain their Quirk when they turned four, as well.
Just great.
And for some reason, Ink found themselves miss Core! Frisk and some humans from their multiverse.
At least, the humans resident in Omega Timeline aren't Quirkist, pfft—
That's so frisking funny word, oh stars.
But, still, reading all of the discrimination, the information from both the books and online news(yes, Ink's phone very much working in this world, thank Creators.) about the murders, suicides, bullies, that happened to the mutants and Quirkless people, is making Ink felt green and red.
(Everything about this is wrongwrongwrongwrongwrongwrongwrongwrong, and so frisking wrong.)
Humans, monsters, mutants, people supposed to be equal! Even Nightmare, the king of Negativity who always making people felt despair and insecure for his own sake and sadistic, would agree with them.
("What kind of stupid question is that? Even if you're different from other, having a soul or not, that didn't make you any lower nor superior than me one bit, in fact, you're still a stupid, goldfish memory, Protector of the Universe." A familiar faint, yet firm and deep voice rang into their head, making Ink smiled because, stars, they're absolutely right.)
Ink chuckle to themselves as they get up, place the books back into its place before walking out of the library, heading towards a parking lot, and they sit on the grass, behind the tree and away from people's eyes.
Ink open their phone, luckily this phone is Multiverse's network connected, even being far away from their multiverse, it's still working, thanks the Creator for that.
Ink then scrolling through this world's internet, their eyes shining a yellow eyes with white star shaped pupil and a blue eye with white pupil.
Now, it's time to find a place to stay, maybe a small room, and a place to go explore next after, too.
Ink's free hand stuff into their overalls pocket, finding a few gold in there, how lucky they didn't forget the money Dream gave them.
(There isn't any Dream to help reminding them to have some gold with them anymore.)
Ink then paused, looking at their Broomie laying down on the grass beside them, and smiled, widely.
Why stressed over not having even a yen when you could just make anything but dead people?
Stars, this is going to be an interesting journey!