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~~Chapter 1 start~~
Attempt number 6.
He just had to make sure that Frisk didn’t intervene or make any form of contact with Sans once he decided to pull him. He was waiting on the right moment.
Geno silently watched the screen in front of himself. Pondering to himself.
Silently.
He had to watch. To figure out when he could pull Sans at a good time. He cursed himself for being so… stubborn, for a lack of better word.
Wait.
What was that… ugly wet sound?
Those… strangely quiet steps… that definitely wasn’t Gaster.
His silence had been disturbed, which meant he had to do something about it.
He quickly stood up and turned around, wondering if Frisk got out of their enclosure somehow. But he saw no one.
Nothing.
“Frisk?” He called out, grabbing his scarf.
Without any form of warning, a loud voice spoke cheerfully from the direction of his screen. “No actually, m’name’s Ink. Nice try though, pal!”
Geno jumped, quickly turning and summoning a bone. “WHO ARE YOU!?” He yelled, staring at… a skeleton? Who happened to look a lot like him?? With a worse sense of style, of course.
“Woah calm down!” Ink yelped, taking a step back. “The name’s Ink, remember? Ink Sans! I thought I told ya just now!” He spoke, holding up his hands in front of himself defensively.
Geno’s hand lowered, the bone falling on the ground. Ink watched the bone clattering before looking back up at Geno. “Soooo…” He said awkwardly. “What’s your name?”
“None of your business.” Geno scoffed, turning around and sitting down again.
“Wow, stin-gy!” Ink joked, enunciating the last word. Geno glared at him, the bottom half of his face covered by his scarf as he turned. “C’mon Geno, tell me your name!” He pleaded.
The other turned around slowly, clearly confused. “If you know my name, why are you asking me to tell me?” He snarled, acting as if he wasn’t startled. He studied the other’s face, realizing he himself was dumbfounded by this knowledge.
“Have we met before?” Ink asked, tilting his head.
Geno shook his head. “No. You’re a stranger to me.” He sat down, facing his screen. “Wait, you’re not with that annoying old man, are you? Tell him I’m not going to the void!”
Ink let out a chuckle and sat down next to Geno. “No, I’m not associated with anyone from this timeline. What’re you watchin’?” He looked at the glitchy screen, getting comfortable.
Geno grimaced. “Do you annoy everyone you meet?” He spat, scooching away. Ink turned to him.
“I actually try to stay as hidden as possible, but you found me, sooo…” He shrugged. Geno sighed, turning back to face the screen. He had to focus. He was doing something important to the timeline, if he didn’t do it he wouldn’t be able to save his friends.
He could… just ignore Ink’s presence.
Right?
[20 minutes later]
“Oh my god, shut up!” Geno whined, covering his ‘ears.’ This kid had been running his mouth, non-stop. “Do you ever stop talking?”
Ink stared at him, before speaking up again. “Hey pal, I’m just asking a question!” He explained, waving his hand in the air. “Jeez, you really need to chill out.”
“Chill? Chill!?” Geno exclaimed, sounding frustrated. “I’m trying to focus on something and you won’t shut your mouth no matter how much I ignore or dismiss you!” He complained, throwing his arms in the air. “Also, it’s not ‘A’ question, it’s multiple!”
Ink didn’t respond, once again staring blankly as if he had no thoughts in his head. His eyelights had trailed down, his gaze on the floor maybe at the others’ feet.
Geno let out a silent scoff and turned back to the screen. Okay, he’d been a bit mean. Yeah. But come on, that kid needed to learn. And more than just learn when to shut up.
His clothes were terrible! I mean, who in their right mind wears clothes like those? He had a long brown scarf that looked like it had a bow tied behind, but really was just excess scarf, and it faded to a light dull yellow, not to mention it was so long it dragged on the floor and had scribbles on it!
His shirt wasn’t even finished, it cut up into an awkward upside down ‘V’ with a gold rim, and had a white shirt under, and his sleeves overlapped terribly. Not to mention it was all some ugly reddish maroon color. He also had these ugly gloves that resembled an artist’s glove. His pants were like a jumper that opened at the bottom like a skirt. Think is, he wasn’t even wearing the jumper properly. He wasn’t wearing shoes, either, just toeless long socks!
Gosh, he really needed to visit some sort of tailor shop or something. He looked truly hideous. Nothing like Geno himself, whose clothes—though affected by the title screen’s void qualities—were still on point.
After a while, Geno heard that nasty wet sound again, and when he turned, Ink was gone. The skeleton was once again alone, the peaceful silence settling down as he faced the glitchy screen once again.
~~Chapter 1 end~~