The Ink

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~Dust Sans

I looked everywhere for him. He wasn't anywhere near here... I then decided to try traveling to a different Universe, which I didn't like doing at ALL. Who knows who might kill me... When I teleported, I then saw a skeleton who had Ink on his face, a sash leaking disgusting whatever it was, and wearing I don't even know. He paused and just stared at me for a few seconds. "So, you must be this 'Ink' I'm hearing about?" He smiled. "You know my name? Wow! I am Ink! That's me!" He waved and I took a step back. 

I haven't been treated like this for a long while... I awkwardly waved back and walked closer. Papyrus wasn't too sure about him either. I felt I could trust this skeleton though, and I told him that Error(The glitched out skeleton that I keep meeting) told me about him, and everything about that skeleton, and how he wants Error. "Wow....uhm...I met Fresh... He's real nice.. b-but... and he's been trying to get me to tell him about Error so he can corrupt him??!?" I nodded. So his name was Fresh. I completely forgot. 

 "WOW... Well, hearing it from one persons enough, but three? Error, Killer, then....you? Whats your name?" I stared. "Uh-hh... I don't even know what I am anymore..." He stared at me even more, with an expression on his face. Was it pity? Papyrus whispered in my ear, "How about you just make up a name since you don't care what your name is. I recommend something... a little dementing." I jolted up and said, "DUST! The names Dust. Sorry." 


He smiled. "Its ok! You look like you've been through a whole lotta stuff though... Hm. Well, Imma still be friends with Fresh, but I won't tell him where Error is!!!" I then turned and said, "Well, I'll be off then. Thanks for not telling anybody, I guess." I Teleported out of there before he could say anything else. 

I needed to find Fresh, and fast. Wherever I looked I swear I saw him. Papyrus then pointed behind me when I was back in my universe and there he was. Staring.He stuttered, "Y-you can T.P... m8 un-fresh..." 

 I had to get this done quick. I smiled.  "Welcome back to the party, Asshole." 

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