comic and some writing; you should read One Week before this to understand their relationship more
cw bright colors at the end
I survived.
ink belongs to @/comyet; killer belongs to @rahafwabas
@dustyoldbones @air-png @yummershards @broocksz and @ all killerink fans that have read one week, hi guys can you read this rq thanks i fought many battles to finish this
here’s the script(771 words) below cut:
I was gonna share it either way but I think it’s really funny how I tend to abruptly change the plot near the end. it wasn’t supposed to get angsty in the comic but it did so the writing is mostly gonna be fluff. my bad xd
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The sea beyond them shimmered with glittering light from the drooping sun. The sand were light-yellow below Killer’s shoes, but they get just a bit more orange as the sun drops lower. Some would say the sun is feeling down(heh), but Killer, he says the sun is dead.
Killer curled up, looking away from Ink. “… Do they know, too?”
“Who?” Ink faced him, his scarf swishing along with the beach-wind, shaking so violently, yet so gracefully at the same time.
Killer kept his head in place, staring at the ground where the shallow water barely meets his feet. “Your… ‘friends.’ Do they know you… don’t have a soul?” He replied. It is not everyday that Killer willingly choose to start up a conversation. To be honest, he was enjoying the silence beforehand, but he didn’t know what had gotten into him these past two days. Perhaps… he is changing a lot more than he thought he would.
“You mean Dream, Core Frisk, and all of the others?” Ink didn’t wait for a confirmation. “They’re not my friends.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“Well, it’s not like I keep it a secret,” Ink continued, “it’s kinda common knowledge around the multiverse at this point.” He chuckled, waving his hand around while mimicking a mocking expression, “Hahah, the Protector of AUs is soulless!” His half-hearted chuckle and attempt to brighten the mood, and/or to divert the topic, didn’t reach to Killer’s soul.
“Aren’t you… hesitant… about telling them?” Even if he doesn’t want to admit it, his words carried an undertone that sounded like, “aren’t you embarrassed?” And the fact that he knew Ink can read his undertone made his soul warped a little.
Ink tilted his head, seemingly interested in the conversation, though Killer knew well that Ink was just keeping this conversation up to entertain both of them. “Why should I be?” Ink challenged in a playful voice.
His mouth spoke before he could think as he whispered to Ink, “Letting others know how empty you are inside…” Killer watched as Ink noted how uncomfortable he looked, feeling just a little bit more of disgust for himself, but he decided to continue on with the topic anyways. “Letting them know how vulnerable you actually are… isn’t it scary?”
“If they are truly my friends(which they aren’t, how funny), they’d accept me,” replied Ink. “Plus… that doesn’t make me any worse than them.” Killer gave Ink a look, observing as the dying sun casted its final lights on Ink’s face, making it shine pink and orange. “I can still feel as much as they do,” He crossed his legs and dragged his hands over his vials, tracing their shapes and silhouettes. “My emotions are real and I know that.”
“If only I had a choice to hide my soul...” Killer mumbled, more to himself than to Ink as he returned his gaze toward the open sea.
“Even if I can, I wouldn’t.” Ink briefly glanced at Killer, accidentally catching a quick, yet meaningful eye-contact. “My soullessness is a part of who I am,” he said, “I am Ink, the soulless Protector, and I don’t mind being Ink.”
Killer frowned. “I don’t think I like being ‘Killer.’” He’s pretty sure he doesn’t. What’s the point of being “Killer?” There are no good pros to being himself, so he put on his smiley mask to try and savor his identity. Not like that’s helping him much now, since for whatever reason, he can’t seem to find his signature grin when Ink’s around.
“You can be whoever you want to be.” Ink smiled, this time, facing Killer once again.
Killer looked back at him, trying to make his expression as unreadable as possible. “I guess,” he said in a “yeah-sure-whatever-you-say-tone.”
“Killer.” Ink leaned forward toward Killer, but Killer didn’t flinch. He has no reason to be scared. He’s safe. “You can be whoever you want to be when you’re with me. I don’t mind and I like it that way.” Killer listened as the words danced to the wind’s chorus for the dying sun. Ink held his hand tightly, reassuring him the two words, “You’re safe,” with his gentle hand gestures and a soft look on his face. Killer’s soul pulsed, almost painfully. Killer smiled—a genuine, happy, relieved smile—and Ink returned that.
They stayed beside the shore until the moon arrived, granting them with dimmer, yet shinier light. Killer studied the way Ink’s eyes flickered with all sorts of colors as the moon’s lights kissed his face. They both ran alongside the roaring waves and the clashing wind, yet they were not scared.
Killer was not scared.
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thanks for reading my skeleton slop guys. make sure to drink lots of water and stay safe out there :)
Ohhh could you do killer/ink i don’t see them much, they might be my second fav rarepair, althought if you prefer something else would be drink i’m so obsessed with themmmmm!
the whimsies unite......
and hey anon check this out ;3
BAM !!! they're super silly oh how i love duos that are just silly <3 actually i got into them after this post which i highly recommend checking out, absolutely life changing
hi hi can I request killer and ink together please and thank you
HAI SORRY THIS WAS SO LATE I LITERALLY HAVE SO MUCH IN MY HEAD FOR THEM FOR A STORY I HAVENT WRITTEN YET I really wanted to draw a short comic but I got no energy so. I hope this is good!!!
here's a little dialogue of what it wouldve been tho, might be a lil different when im not sleep deprived out of mind:
"hey killer, i heard you almost killed yourself!"
"wow. thanks... *great* way to start a conversation, by the way"
"thank you! I've been trying to improve ever since- actually, I'm just really bored"
"figured. and you decide to... what, bless me with your presence?"
"yeah! I can't like, do anything fun anymore. and you're interesting! everyone keeps mentioning you so I thought I'd stop by and see you"
"how flattering. if you're *actually* interested in getting to know me, take me out a date first~"
"mmmmmm okay! let's go on a date together then!! I've always wanted to try going on one but i never really go the appeal but you probably dont mind teaching me right??"
"......... ink i was joking-"
"anyways i'll pick you up tomorrow okay bye!!!"
[cut to killer standing there dumbfounded with ink on their "date"]
i find this scenario really funny cuz my killer is also aroace like ink, but likes to flirt and tease the hell out of em. so this is karma. maybe. the date actually goes better than killer expects. and due to ink being ink, killer doesn't have to pretend to be anything or follow anything like he normally does since ink doesnt care for that kind of thing. very wholesome stuff of killer explaining the absurdities and normal dating stuff to ink. and killer does in fact teach ink some aspects of dating like handholding (how scandalous) and skeleton kissing (nuzzles, its so cute in my head). and they just hang around and stuff. im skipping a lot of the details and stuff but general idea. oh and the others would be spying on the two (the gang, blue, dream, and error) and think its a serious date (its not). ANYWAYS IMRAMBLIMG ITS 5AM- or actually almost 6AM cough uh uh anyway post over im totally going to sleep now maybe one day ill write the story this scenario is from
