"Oh... Stars," Ink said, mind you, he rather wanted to say something else, something far more fowl... like feathers, or parakeets.
But Blue might kill him if he dared to swear in front of a baby bones.
Even if said baby bones was Error.
A itty bitty tiny babybones version of Error looked up at him innocently, smiling childishly as he tangled himself in strings.
The babybones still had his distinctive mixture of dark and colorful bones, his colorful eyelights, and bright blue tear marks, but his injuries and glitches were all gone.
Such an pure, sweet look...
He still had the insane levels, though.
It was a sad thing indeed when a toddler could probably kill him by accident.
"Heya kiddo. My name is Ink," he said, smiling softly.
This had to be fixed fast, otherwise he might end up killing the Multiverse via chain reaction when Fate had him creating next.
And before anyone played the blame game, it was Sci that did it, and it was an accident.
"C'mon, bud. Let's get you back to normal," said Ink, scooping the babybones up.
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RandomFor Inktober. where i will try to post a Ink story/drabble or one-shot a day AS always Snow is Editor, or she might attack me with editor wrath
