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Somewhere in the Doodle Sphere, Ink lays on top of one of the floating islands. Each island has a door that leads to a story, it is also decorated to match the theme of the story, this colorful world was his own personal realm, he comes here rarely often, since he is mostly out there, exploring the worlds, so to see him here is quite weird. He hums a tune as he counts each island like how a farmer counts each of his sheep, making sure that all of them are intact. He slowly stands up and smiles at the worlds that the Creators have created

"Ah, the AU's! All of them looks amazing today!" He giggles

"As expected of course! The Creators have poured all of their love, care, and creativity in making all of this worlds! And I promise to protect them from any harm that could potentially harm their hardwork!" He smiles at the AUs as he jumps off the island he was on and floats along with the floating islands, his brown scarf swaying along the wind 

After a little while, he heard a drop of water hitting the ground, it was a sign that a new world has just been created! Ink flails around, trying to find a platform to stand on

"Aw! Come on! I got it- AH-"

Ink hits his head on one of the floating islands and gets on top of the island to regain his composure

"A NEW AU!?" Sensing the new additional world,  he quickliy pulls out the giant paintbrush, Broomie, on his back as he holds it right besides him

"OMG! I'VE GOT TO SEE THIS!!" He began painting a portal with Broomie

As he was about to finish the portal, loud ringing suddenly invaded his head, which in turn, made him drop his brush

"ACK! WHAT THE HELL-" Ink drops down the floor and clenches his head in pain, it should've been impossible for him to feel pain, since he is soulless. any kind of pain should have not work for him but here he was, clenching his head in pain, he was utterly confused on why  "W-What's going on-"  then suddenly, a voice started speaking inside his head, the voice sounded like a young human male 

The voice said"Please... I've failed to be a good friend to her, if there is a chance, please, give her a true friend..." 

"W-Wha-" Ink suddenly passes out, due to the mental pain that he had just received... 

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After a few minutes or.... hours? it's really hard to tell the time here in the Doodle Sphere, considering this place exist outside of the boundaries of time and space.

He finally got up, and dusts himself off, he was confused on what the hell has just happened, who was that boy, and what did he mean by "please, give her a true friend"...?

"What the hell was that...?" Ink mumbles under his breath, slowly regaining his composure, he picks up his giant paintbrush, Broomie on the ground "'Give her a true friend' What does it all mean????" Ink murmurs under his breath, he was so confused on what did the voice mean, who was 'her'??? And the fact that he was hurt, considering he had no soul, so it was supposed to be impossible for him to get hurt! But yet, here he was, receiving his first ever mind fuckery. He sighs as he lifts his head up and looks at the AU's

"Heh... The Multiverse is still certainly full of surprised! You might not know when will the next big thing will hit ya!" He just chuckles under his breath "Hmm... Now what am I supposed to do again?" He questioned himself, why was he here, the only thing he remember that he was excited about something earlier, then it hit him on like a truck "Oh yeah! I remember now!" He giggles in excitement as he grabs his brush by his side

"Welp, whatever was that, it's not gonna stop me from exploring that new world! Hehe" His excitement was overflowing, he already shrugged off what had just happened to him earlier, he was already more interested on that new world, he jumps island to island until he finds the right one, where the new world was supposed to be."I wonder what the theme of the world will be? Will it take on a romantic setting?! Action!? Fantasy!? I can't wait! to find out!" Ink was overflowing with excitement as he approaches the island's door.

But before he he could even remotely touch the doorknob, he was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a huge body of water dropping behind him "Huh?" he slowly turns around and sees a vortext behind him, the vortex itself was made in paint, the very paint that gives hims these emotions

Ink starts to back away, feeling a little unease by the sight of the vortex

"What the-!?"

Before he could even remotely get himself far away from it as possible, he was already being sucked into the vortex "nonononnonoNONONONONO-" Ink desperately clings onto the the island's door but the vortex's pull was far too strong, it was as strong as a gravatational pull of a micro black hole. It forced him to let go of the doorknob...

"AHHHHH-" Ink was sucked inside of the vortex...

Little did he know, that this little incident would drastically change him forever, maybe encountering someone who is in special need...

 

 

 

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Somewhere else in Japan, a girl is alone in her messy room, it is none other than Yuna Shimazaki, also known by her popular persona online, Setsuna Shimazaki, a popular artist who recently got herself in a tight position after she and another popular artist partnered up for a project

Yuna is sitting alone in her room, the room itself is a bit messy, with plushies scattered across the floor, and the floor itself looks like it has been a while since it has been broomed. She stares at the screen of her monitor, reading all of the comments under her latest AMV, titled 'world Étude'

"You're a fraud!"

"Imagine tracing other people's artwork, lmao, can you not be more unoriginal?"

"Hey, doesn't this look like Shirotsumekusa from Eternal Wars Megalosphere, except you just gave her white hair and an exaggerated military outfit whatever?"

"Hey Setsuna, you should kill yourself, NOW! You fucking FAGGOT!"

Yuna looked down at her desk with her hands clenched up on top of her thigh

"W-What did I do to deserve this?"

She looked like she was about to cry in front of the screen of the monitor, she didn't know why these people were calling her names, calling her unoriginal, a tracer. All she wanted was to share some of her works online, she didn't understand why people were treating her this way. She wiped her eyes and sighed, she just wanted to take a break from all of this.

"There's no point in engaging them, they will only give me more stress.."

She stood up and stretched herself, in the corner of her eye, she saw the art materials that were scattered along.

"Oh right..."

She wanted to do something else today, but now she is not motivated to do so. She adjusted her glasses and walked to the art materials

She got a box and one by one, she picked up all of the art materials on the floor, starting with the pencils, then the different variety of brushes, and then the coloring materials on top of everything else. There are different kinds of coloring materials she has and wants to try, such as oil pastels, acrylic paint, watercolor, colored pencils, and many more. She wanted to create a portrait of one of her favorite video game characters, Meteora Österreich, a character from the game RPG AVALKEN of Reminisce. She wanted to test her skills in traditional art if she still had it in her since she hadn't done traditional work for a while. But now, she isn't in the mood.

As she was about to head to the door. She accidentally tripped on one of her plushies

"Ah-"

She falls, faceplanted on the floor, dropping the box with her art materials in it

After a little while...

Yuna raised her head slowly and touched her forehead, she noticed that there was a bump in there, probably because she had fallen hard on the floor's surface

"Ouch..."

She slowly stands and dusts herself off, she looks back at the box and...

"Oh Geez..."

Some of the coloring materials, mainly the acrylic paint, spilled out of their containers, causing a huge pile of paint on her floor. She sighs, knowing that this is going to be one long day of attempting to clean the paint on the floor. She looks at the plushie that made her trip

"Hm?"

"Oh, how ironic..."

It was a Sans plushie, which made her chuckle a little since this reminded her of one of Sans' dialogues in the game, mainly "do you wanna have a bad time?". And she was indeed, having a bad time with this mess.

She walks towards the shelf, the shelf which where she puts her plushies at. Yuna abruptly stops upon seeing the condition of the shelf with a disgusted look on her face, the shelf looks so dirty, it looks like it hasn't been cleaned in a while. "I should've cleaned this earlier," She thought to herself. She put the Sans plushie on her desk, next to her monitor.

As she was about to attend to the spilled paint on the floor, she noticed something rather... unnatural.

"What the!?"

The paint itself started to boil, and she fell on her back, with a shocked look on her face. Feeling a little scared, she backed away slowly. The paint continued to boil until it raised up and took the shape of something else, something humanoid...

"AH!" Yuna squealed when she saw a skeleton suddenly got launched out of the paint and landed, butt first, on the floor

"Ow!" The skeleton massages its butt, slowly stands up, and checks its surrounding

Yuna was bewildered by this, what was supposed to be just a spill of paint on the floor, she was now looking at something else, a skeleton standing on top of the paint. The skeleton wears a brown short jacket, a white undershirt underneath the jacket, tucked in brown overalls, a brown scarf going around its neck, a black sash crossing his chest with a different variety of vials on it, and a paintbrush that is bigger than the skeleton can be seen behind its back. Surprisingly, it looked like the weight of the paintbrush was not affecting the skeleton whatsoever, the skeleton looked rather cartoonish. Yuna was left dumbfounded, she didn't expect her day to go this way, the skeleton looked around the room before noticing that someone was staring at him, it smiled and kneeled down on Yuna's level

"Heya there, pal! Do you know where I am?" The skeleton asked the human in front of him curiously