My own rules (first human p.o.v, well as ghost but still)
Dissociations and Gifts
Cross didn't like it when Chara followed him down the dump, something about Epic not enjoying the audience. So he waited near a stained-glass window now just broken on the floor. The sound of a dank meme fight raging on as Chara slowly dissociated.
The flowing water of Waterfalls always relaxed him in a sense. The need for perfection XGaster felt so distant now. The sound of rustling trash barely raised his suspicion, even as the meme fight turned to how many they could fill empty plastic bottles and stack on top of each other. He only looked back when he felt a head pop out of the trash behind him. The sans made of felt looked confused for a moment. "You are a human ghost? It's been a while I have seen one of those. They don't generally stay ghost long."
Chara stared for what felt like hours before the information finally passed. "Frisk isn't here anymore." Somehow he could only say this. His mouth was twisting as if he were eating molasses. Jarring his thinking, until he couldn't make sense of what he was trying to say. What was he responding too again.
Chara then felt something wet hit his ghostly head. It stung a bit but he was able to feel a dapper hat being formed. "I call it the Dreadapper."
Chara stared at the hat as a chuckle forced its way out of his mouth. "How do you..." Chara tried to remember what came after that. He already said do right?
"I don't know, I just need to cry a lot sometimes." Chara looked over the ghost again. "I am Tear Sans." Oh, that makes more sense.
They both looked up when they saw, the guardian of Creativity, Stone Ink leaving a hole of trash with the stained-glass window in hand. "Canvas said it was getting lonely." As he talked both ghosts looked towards his neck to see that his scarf was no longer there.
The sound of groans was heard as a 20 bottles high tower crumbled under its own weight. Cross stood up and gave a very complicated handshake to Epic before walking towards the small group. Tear turned to pure water and disappeared into the trash while Stone escaped through an ink spill. Cross didn't even look his way before walking to a shortcut. "Outcast."
Outcast eyes became more defined as the sensation of a knife forced it's weight in his hand. One cut was enough to make a portal to let them pass.
Chara dissociated again as the knife left his hand.
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Outcast Chara/ (______/_______) Cross/ Stone Ink: Mine
Muhi-ud-Din Muhammad (3 November 1618 – 3 March 1707), commonly known by the sobriquet Aurangzeb (Persian: "Ornament of the Throne") or by his regnal title Alamgir (Persian: "Conqueror of the World"), was the sixth Mughal emperor, who ruled over almost the entire Indian subcontinent for a period of 49 years. Widely considered to be the last effective ruler of the Mughal Empire, Aurangzeb has also been described as the most controversial ruler in Indian history.
I recently found out about Static and Fable from @orbital-inclination. So I hope this little story from Stone Ink is fun. I really love liminal spaces and frankly I think it's been a while I wrote him. Sorry if it's a bit rushed
Busy
The world was a mess, a real mess. Holes in reality, timelines and aus bleeding into each other. Stone Ink didn't like how easy it was for a 10 year old to destroy everything. Even Titan Error's rescue didn't do that much damage. This stupid kid thought she had a right to let go of all her memories because she wasn't cuddled enough.
Stone Ink frowned but ultimately let go as he carved a wooden box for a new ink stone being dried. He had to solidify so many codes now. Pellet, his bands of medicine made alive, appeared by his side. “Stone, a new Ink has arrived.” Stone Ink mumbled to himself, it wasn't his job to deal with that, his job was to solidify the code of creation so something like that tantrum wouldn't hurt them. More Inks was just a mess he didn't care for. Not like any of them even care about how important the job was. “Stone, Titan is asking for your help.”
Titan Error the official destroyer/editor of this multiverse. For someone that became one with the core of it. He really should have kicked that stupid girl before she messed stuff up. Not adopt one of her wishes. They should have just banned all of them. “He can deal with stuff on his own. Tell him I am busy.”
Pellets floated away probably to send back the message. Stone Ink was generally mad to be honest. He really didn't care for Amelia's return, she kept complaining, acting like it wasn't her fault. Especially now that Ceres kept going on yearly break like if they weren't already stretched thin. He hated all of this so much. Why do people never take the job seriously? Threads wrapped themselves around his wrist until he let go of his work. He was pulled backward until he was beside Titan Error. Since he could enter the doodlesphere freely he became such a pain. “We are both needed for this.”
Stone pulled on the thread until they snapped and he twirled his new paintbrush into a fighting position. “Just ask anyone else. This new Ink can't be too hard even with you weakened. I am busy.”
Titan waved his hands towards the sky. “You have a job for the audience too, you know.”
Being the creators muse felt weird and he didn't like it. “Fine, I'll join, but make this quick.”
Titan nodded and made himself a portal while Stone did too. They didn't like sharing each other's means of travel.
They both landed in a mall center, but it was empty, with barely anything there. Well they were groceries and tables but nothing lived in. Not just closed but like if it never opened in the first place. Titan left for a route and Stone for the other. This new Ink might not see Titan Error as anything else than a threat.
Stone walked further ahead as he realised nothing in this mall was perishable. If it was, they were toys. Stone would have to keep this in mind then. It could help with the whole crisis. So Stone continued down the isles trying to find this new Ink. He always could find them easily. He just had to describe new stuff. He was here for that.
The mall had giant windows like you would expect. But no sign of greenery or life. Just painted soft clouds and sunrays. It was lifelike enough but way too manufactured to be real.
“Oooh someone new?” Stone looked at one of the railing for the second floor. It looks like they have no roof yet though. Hanging from his legs was the Ink in question. Wearing a boa style scarf and a see through paintbrush.
“My name is Stone, I am an Ink like you. Do you have a name?”
The Ink type flipped backward to land on his feet while humming. “Oh wait yeah!” He offered his hand with a flourish. “My name is Fable.” So Fairytale au then.
Stone shook his hand quickly. “Let me show you the outside. I am sure you would love it.”
Fable nodded enthusiastically as they both jumped into Stone's portal. The Fairytale au was incredible at times. Painted like a children's book, with snow that always sparkled even at night. Fable looked amazed with star shaped eyelights. He started to run around in the snow as Stone just looked for some bright colors.
Stone let Fable play as he went to a multicolored spiraling river. He filled the bucket in his hand before coming back. “Here, this river is now your food source like the rest of the au. Protect it. If you want to help me just call me on this phone.” Stone also offered a phone and went to walk away.
Fable seemed a bit bummed though. “You don't want to play?”
Stone shook his head. “I am busy, stuff to do. You will probably meet others though.”
Fable looked around for a bit before coming back towards Stone while hugging the paint bucket. “What do you need help with? The spirit of creation seems to really want to try out something.”
Stone could hear them too and it was grating. “I need something to fill plot holes. A kid broke the multiverse and now holes keep appearing. The more it does, the more the timelines bleed into each other. So if you could use your Doodle Sphere to fill the gaps, it would be appreciated.”
Fable smiled as he nodded. “Ooh interesting idea.”
Stone nodded as well before leaving for real he was busy.
Back to his own Doodlesphere, Titan was there with the code of this new Error. Static, he was permitted to have rats that could survive electricity damage. “I am in the process of calming his self-destructive attitude but he might be able to find purpose like I did.”
Stone just grunted mainly because of how much he just wanted to work. Titan Error left after that and that was better, he really didn't care for pleasantries.
So hi, here is the next part of the comic but now completely written. It was a fun try, I actually really loved pushing as hard as I could, drawing every day simple stuff. But as the comic kept on going, the harder it was to visualise what I wanted to send as a feel. I am not sad though. I did my best and at least gave you all a visual. So here is the next part.
Ink scratched at the floor, unable to make a dent in his prison of bones? Maybe. So he kept on trying to draw as his soul slowly lost its colors. The more the ink spilled the less he could move.
He felt bones and fuzz wrap around his own. His feet were the first. Sometimes it felt like hands touching him accidentally. Sometimes it felt like a foot. This endless white was so full and so overwhelming. Ink wrapped his arms around his legs as he tried to draw on the floor.
When he tried to stand he felt the same endless white either bump against him or shove him down. So Ink stayed on the ground making art that would disappear.
It's when he saw it for the first time. Grayscale boots, being shoved forward with another pair. Thousands followed like a millipede. Ink looked upward to see the same person being shoved forward but upside down. Ink only then he realised he had never once stayed in one place. He looked down to see thousands of skulls, so close together it felt like mere bumps as they moved as one. Ink tried to leave it, but the walls were a single line following the same path as all of them. Only the upside-down one seemed to go the other way. As he tried to stand Ink felt himself being shoved forward with the group. Any time he even slowed down he was pushed down. Something in this tiny alcove space let him be untouched. It was getting way too much as he felt all the stares of the same monster over and over again. Then his soul finally turned into an empty vessel before shattering.
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Ink took a deep breath in muddy brown. He looked all around him trying to see if the same never-ending line of Papyri? Was still here. But as he stood up and walked around nothing stopped him. He took a deeper breath in for once feeling like he had the space to move.
