The Traveller

Chapter Eight: Blotchless

This multiverse.... was so empty.

(It only has a few Original AUs and the classic verse) Palette said in surprise.

((Where is the local Ink?)) Goth replied.

"Wait..." The traveller said. "Am I in the time before Ink became active?!"

That meant that the unfinished AU that Ink was from may still exist.

(Could we...?) Palette said thoughtfully.

The traveller sped forward.

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He was alone...

A nameless being in a sea of white...

An unfinished being, scattered and fading.

It would drive anyone mad.

Especially if you was the only being to have a soul.

This led to the start of the end, where this nameless, unfinished "sans' would destroy his soul.

Strong hands gripped his own. "Hey now, that's no way to treat a soul." The owner of the hands said. The sketch looked up and he gasped.

And he saw color for the first time.

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He was named Ink.

For his Magic lay in Ink and Paints.

Father was kind and gentle, and would teach him many things.

Things that he would have never understood if he'd destroyed his Soul.

Yet... His father was always so sad.

He'd only smiled when Ink had asked him why.

It might even be linked to why Father looked like a child and why he never aged.

"I... don't know if I'm ready." Ink said nervously, for Father considered him an adult and he was ready to leave the nest.

"Then Travel... find yourself." Father said, and placed a giant paintbrush in his hands.

"What's this?" He asked, surprised.

"Broomie, to help you focus your Magic, since you're so powerful." Father said with a giggle, and Ink blushed....

"I recreated the mountain..." He cried.

"After you destroyed it." Father replied.

Finally, Ink set out.

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The Traveller let out a sigh, he'd spent a very long time in this Multiverse raising Ink.

Which was a very strange thing all in all.

But this place was not home.

Smiling, he left, he'd come back in the future to check up on Ink.

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Ink smiled happily as he ended up back at his home.

He hadn't been back in a hundred years, and he was sure that Father was lonely.

Really, he should have come home forever ago. T

he smile fell off his face when he saw the overgrown grass.

"Father?" He called, running to the house and entering.

The house was clean, but that was due to the magic built into the building.

"Father, where are you?!" He cried worriedly, Father never left their home.

He paused when he saw a piece of paper on his bed.

Ink...

All children grow up

We wander, we travel

We see the wonders of creation

Live your life and hope for the best

The house is your's as I am Travelling once more

I'll return one day, and by then, you'll have plenty of stories.

Love your Father

Ink dropped the letter in shock, with tears leaking down his face.

"But I wanted to tell you them now, and travel with you..." He whispered.