THINGS YOU NEED TO KNOW BEFORE YOU READ!
This little one-shot was inspired on two things:
-My relationship with my sister
-The manga âShugo Charaâ. For those who know the manga, itâs based from the chapter when the guardians go to Yayaâs house.
I tried to adjust Blueprintâs story to PaperJamâs story. So, since (according to his description) he lived with Ink until a certain age, he met Blueprint before the others. I also tried to make him the most canonically possible, but adjusting his personality to the story.
As you may know, English is not my first language. I deeply apologise if there are any Errors in the story. I checked it lots of times and hope thereâs not a single Error ovo
*Ink!Sans belongs to @comyet
*PaperJam/PJ belongs to @7goodangel (Iâm sorry if I didnât make PJâs personality too well. I tried to stick the âa jerk on the outside but a big child insideâ part and this was what I got. Sorry ;u;)
*Gradient belongs to @askcomboclub
*Moku belongs to @6agentgg9
*Palette belongs to @angexciÂ
*Blueprint belongs to, well, me!Â
This will be narrated from PaperJamâs perspective.
 I never was good with new people. And I wasnât very happy when you came.
One day, Ink just came âhomeâ with a baby, claiming that it was my ânew brotherâ. I didnât understand what was he saying with that, and then he showed you to me, my new little brother.
I wasnât happy with this. I didnât want a brother. I mean, Ink couldnât even take care of me, why would he want to have another one? To let them here alone and forgotten with me? Wow, good plan, dad. However, he told me that you only would be staying with us for a day so I could get to know you, since bonding with brothers was very important and blah blah blahâŚ
We spend a few hours talking about you and how you came to life. Apparently, you were just an accident, but not a bad one. And since he created you, you were my brother. Well, step-brother, because Blueberry was the other one that created you. I couldnât help but feel a little bit jealous⌠you were going to have caring parents and a better life than mine. What if Ink actually forgot entirely about me?
Yeah, the idea of having a brother was becoming less and less âexcitingâ to me.
But then, just before I started to think more things like that (which I thought was very rare for me), Ink suddenly had to go (I wasnât surprised, with his work of protecting AUs and all; he barely had time to be here), cutting our conversation just when I actually started to enjoy it. Ink stood from the sofa and was about to open a portal when he realised something important:
Who was going to take care of you?
He told me that Blueberry and⌠Honey⌠I think, were with the other versions of them and he couldnât take you to wherever they were. So, he had only one option⌠that I didnât like, at all.
Why I had to take care of you?! I didnât ask him for a brother and I didnât know how to take care of a baby. I was five years old! I was starting to learn how to write and read! I remember arguing with him for a while, until I had to accept.
But not without asking something in return, of course.
In the end, he went to do whatever he needed and I was left alone with you. An awkward atmosphere formed where we were, since you found my face very interesting and kept your eyes on me for a really long time. I tried my best to ignore you, but you were too much persisting and even threw me some mini bones at me to gain my attention.
What a smart baby, huh? Well, we were magic skeleton monsters after all. But it was becoming annoying.
âWhat do you want?â I asked you and you only looked at me and babbled something. I instantly felt stupid, remembering that Ink told me you havenât said your first word yet. how would you even tell me what you needed? You kept looking at me and then, surprisingly, your stomach made a noise.
Right⌠now I had to feed you.
Making something for you was horrible. I mean, we were in the Anti-Void and only had some snacks since we didnât really need to eat, but being you a recently made creation, obviously needed to consume something, even if you had your HP full. Eventually, I found some milk and gave it to you, ending getting milk on my face and shirt because you apparently didnât know how to drink it.
Usually, Iâm not a person that gets mad easily. However, I did get mad that time. I stood abruptly from my seat and went to clean my face, leaving you alone on the sofa. Ink told me to not leave you, but I didnât care. I wanted to be alone and so I did. I went to my bedroom (well, itâs not a real bedroom⌠just a bed that Ink made for me) and stayed here for a few hours. Maybe three or fourâŚ
It wasnât until I heard a soft sound that I didnât get up from my bed. And when I did, I instantly paled: You were lying on the floor crying softly. Your soft cries barely reaching my non-existent ears. And it wasnât the worst. No, no.
You were blushing and sweating a lot. Were you sick? In that moment I didnât know.
Quickly, I went to your side and picked you up, checking if you had hurt yourself from the fall. Luckily you didnât have any bruises, but your skull was very hot. Now you were sick? And I was alone.
How you could get sick so easily and fast? I didnât understand that at all! Was that the real reason of why Ink brought you here? So he could watch over you while Blueberry and Honey were busy? If that was the reason, he was very irresponsibly by leaving you with me: a child, taking care of another child!
I didnât know what to do. I couldnât use magic to help you, I couldnât ask Ink for help, I couldnât open a portal and find Blueberry⌠I couldnât do anything. And I was scared.
What if something happened? What if you started to feel worse? What ifâŚ
Those thoughts were swirling in my head, making me fell worst and worst. I didnât want you to die.
Come on! You had a great life ahead! You would have a caring family and friends and maybe⌠maybe we would have been friends! I should have watched you. Maybe if I havenât left you aloneâŚ
I couldnât help to feel guilty, even knowing that it wasnât my fault that got sick. In that moment, I didn´t cared about anything, just you.
It was in that moment when Ink decided that he should go home, and so he did. He came to the Anti-Void and found me on the sofa, hugging you like it was the last time Iâd see you and honestly, thatâs what I thought. He rushed to my side, worryingly asking what was wrong. I wasted no time and explained him what happened, apologising for being a bad brother and almost crying
What I wasnât expecting was that Ink just took you and, with a quick spell, healed you. I mean, I knew magic were fast and efficient but, that was just too fast. When I asked him why, he explained that you were having some problems with your soul.
You see, brother (and also you, reader), Ink told me you were created without a soul, since you were just a magic drawing. So, he made an artificial one for you with the same paint he used to create you. Apparently, he didnât want you to become like some âevil flowerâ.
Your soul was like your eyes: a blue diamond. And that soul was filled with Prussian blue paint that could give you the emotions you needed. It seemed like your body wasnât used to having it yet and would make you sick from time to time. I didnât quite understand that, but I was relieved when he said you would be fine.
The rest of the day was peaceful. Ink and I talked about random things while you slept. It was⌠nice, being with them like we were a family. Thatâs what we are, right? Yeah, right.
Eventually it was time to bring you back home. Ink said that you wonât be coming anytime soon because he wanted to protect you from dangerous people (aka, Error). It kind of made me sad, not being able to talk you again for a long time, but⌠it had to be done, hadnât it? Ink made a portal back to Underswap and gave me time to say goodbye to you. After that, he started to walk to the portal, stopping when you started to squirm under his grasp.
Curious, I walked to the portal. You immediately looked at me and gave me a huge simile, saying (or trying to say) something that made us look at you in surprise:
It was kind of babbled and wasnât my full name but⌠It was your very first word. And it wasnât âdadâ or âmomâ⌠no, it was âPJâ
You didnât have idea of how happy you made me that day. The day when I found you, disliked you and then liked you and accepted the idea that we were brothers. And, in the bottom of my soul, I hoped to see you again.
Maybe having a little brother wouldnât be that bad, right?
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I hope you liked it! It was an idea I had for while uvu and really needed to make it. We now know more about Print and PJâs relationship. I wonât say PJ likes him because heâs not my character and donât want to say incorrect things (since he isnât one to make friends). So, I only will say that Blueprintâs first words made him very happy.
Iâm sorry if it looks rushed, but this isnât a story. It just PaperJam talking with Blueprint and telling him the story (with some people spying on them(?))
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