Inktober Promt: Ink(Warm up)
He had to admit… going to this AU for inspiration was perfect. “NAGGHHHHHHH PUT YOUR BACK INTO IT SANS!” Ink laughs at the clearly tired Sans being yelled at by Undyne to pick up his sock still on the floor. Papyrus had told her Sans, despite his efforts, refused to pick up his sock. Undyne took that as a challenge and somehow made Sans clean his room and do laundry. Currently, all that was left is the sock he refused to touch until now.
“You laughing at me, pal?” Sans’ grin seems strained, “Don't you know you're me?” Ah. A common error. He may look like Sans, but he's not actually a version of Sans. Despite saying this, Undyne didn't care. “SOUNDS LIKE SLACKING TO ME PUNK! AND I HATE SLACKERS!”
“Oh dear creators!” Undyne picks him up from behind and suplexes him. Ouch. Undyne and Sans look at him in a mix of shock and mild disgust. “Oops. I got too excited again.” He rubs the inky vomit from his chin, “What were we doing again?” Undyne gains a feral grin, “You were about to pick up that sock and put it in the laundry.” Ink blinked, then shrugged, “Ok.”
He quickly picks the sock up despite Sans’ protests. By the time he gets to the laundry room, Sans is begging for him to just put it down. “Put it down?” He lights up mischievously as he dangles the sock over the open washer, “Okie-dokie!” He lets go of the sock into the washer while watching the look of tired realization and growing mock horror. In a last ditch effort, Sans turns the sock blue, but it's too late. He already shut the washer.
“That was my lucky joke sock. How could you do this?” Sans is clearly playing up his sadness, putting his hand over his skull like a fainting Victorian woman. “Oh please, you would've gotten the sock if you actually got up!” Undyne accuses playfully. “You caught me. Guess I'll have to make a lucky joke sock collection now. Gotta keep a good joke going y'know?” Undyne snorts, “Yeah, and I'll have you clean behind Doggo's station.” Sans gains beads of sweat on his skull, “Hey now, you know how fishy his station can be, especially with the dog treats!” Undyne laughs, “Oh, we're just warming up punk!”
As they continue their back and forth, Ink ends up leaving through his vomit to the doodle sphere and if he tried getting creators to make more AUs with exercise at the core of it? Well, that was his and the creators' businesses alone.