Me: 

*Looks at how much I have written in the past (roughly) two weeks*

*Realizes I have enough material to last my upload schedule for 42 days*

*Decides I should start uploading now*

*Realizes none of the chapters are named-*

*Thinks of names*

*We back in business, baby!*

Maybe writing a Blueberror story soon.

Nobody writes about the bean like why-

Also I lost the Ink book I was writing that had like 30 flipping chapters so Ink may mention his past that was lost to the sands of time and will never be written again-

Whoever puts the pieces together: congrats!

Anyways enjoy!

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Nightmare's gang was having a great time at the moment! The balance was almost completely stable, and we had a lot of free time! We only had to go out once a week; that was impressive. Of course, not everything was going well..Ink had gone missing a week ago. If he hadn't been our most powerful enemy, we wouldn't have thought much of it, but not even Dream knew where the psychopath was..that was bad. It probably meant that he was planning something, and nothing good would have come from that. Paps had tried to keep me happy, but that small bit of my mind kept drifting off and thinking about what could have been going on; Ink had never exactly liked us, and more than one of his plans had ended up with one of us in a coma..I hated those. I was currently talking with Papyrus, and he was telling me about how everything would be all right; he's the best.

"Brother, I am sure that Ink is simply taking a break from his duties; it is not uncommon for one to want to get away." Paps made a good point.

"Maybe..but I still can't shake the feeling that something is going on." I sighed.

"Perhaps looking at some pictures might help?"

"Already tried that; I still can't get my mind off things."

"Carving a gift for someone?"

"I think Killer's already in overload mode."

"True. Hmm..would you like to take a walk, brother?"

"Eh, I guess a walk might help. You're the best, Paps."

"I am the Great Papyrus!"

"Yes, you are." I smiled.

I pulled my jacket tighter around me, as it had been a bit loose from lying down, and stood up from my bed. After I had reached the floor, I walked out the door of my room and found myself in a hallway; it was time to wander aimlessly. So..I walked. And walked. And..walked. I talked to Papyrus along the way, too. Actually, the walk was fairly relaxing; I should have taken one at the beginning! I wasn't worried about Ink at all! It wasn't like he was just going to show up and break someone's bones at any moment...I stayed away from that thought. Yep, everything was perfectly-

"What is that, brother?" Paps wasn't sure what the colorful little ball of clothing on the floor was.

"Somebody must've dropped a shirt or something." I shrugged, walking over to pick it up.

As I knelt down to pick up the item of clothing, I realized that it looked..strangely familiar..the brown scarf..oh dear. Oh dear. I lifted the clothing slowly, promptly being met with two multicolored eyes..that were small. Ink had shown up..but not in the way that I had anticipated. The baby laughed and tried to pat my face. I wasn't sure whether to scream and run away or die of cuteness as the little Ink grabbed the edge of my eyesocket. So I rang the bells instead. Upon ringing the bells, I sat down on the floor and stared at the helpless version of the one who had once sworn to kill me; he was acting exactly like a child. That was weird, right? Without too much wait, my family arrived at almost the same instant, and most were curious as to what I was holding.

"What is it, Dust?" Nightmare hadn't seen the small Ink.

"I'm just questioning reality." I stated, calmer than I thought I would have.

"Again?"

"I can't explain this!" 

I held up the baby Ink, who laughed childishly; Nightmare certainly saw him now, and he was rather unsettled.

"Is it..really him?" He managed to ask.

"I have no clue." I set the baby back in my lap. "I was on a walk, and he was there!"

"Where's his big brush?" Killer wondered. 

"Not here."

"H-he isn't really th-that scary like this." Cross mentioned, leaning in to look at the little artist.

"I wonder how he's a baby." Killer hummed.

"It's his magic signature.." Nightmare confirmed. "I'm calling a meeting. Everyone in the living room."

"Okay, Dad!" We harmonized. 

"Dust, you found the thing, you carry him."

"Okay.." I begrudgingly acquiesced. 

It didn't take long for Error and Horror to arrive, and before we knew it, we were all in the living room for the meeting. Surprisingly, Ink was peaceful; he didn't seem to want to hurt me..but I still wouldn't let my guard down. Error spoke first.

"Why is there a tiny version of-" Error was cut off.

"Ink's a baby." Killer helped.

"..." Error paused. "Oh."

"We need to figure out what to do with him.." Nightmare said.

"We c'n give 'im ta some'un." Horror suggested.

"We could drop him in an orphanage." Error hoped.

"We could keep him." Killer was now playing with the baby Ink.

"Killer, if we're even seen with him, we'll be overrun by angry judges." Nightmare reminded.

"Not if we keep him secret."

"How do we know it isn't a trap?" I proposed.

"Ink's even resembling a baby isn't normal.." Nightmare muttered. "Error, you can access codes, can't you?"

"I can.." Error frowned. "But I've never touched his."

"A-aren't memories in-inside code?" Cross remembered.

"They are.."

"Will you look at his?" Nightmare requested.

"..Fine." Error took the baby from Killer and set him on a coffee table. "Don't say I didn't warn you."

"Fair enough." 

Error opened up a code box that looked..different; it had a rainbow outline.

"'S that normal?" Horror questioned.

"Some people can customize their code boxes." Error revealed. "Ink made his easier to navigate, thankfully."

Error started sorting through some code, eventually coming across memories.

"Here it is." Error accessed something. "One week ago."

Error enlarged the code box in order to allow us to see the replay of Ink's memories. Ink was in a colorful room, seated at a desk; he held his skull in his hands.

"I don't want to.." He whimpered. "Go away.."

"Creator, it's only fair that you should continue." A..voice spoke? There was nobody else there..

"Get out of my head!" Ink seemed like he was in pain. 

"Creator.."

"I'm not going to be your pawn anymore! Leave me alone!"

"I suppose we'll have to do this the hard way..I'm sorry it had to come to this, Creator."

Ink's giant paintbrush began to lift off the ground..that wasn't normal..

"Y-you can't hurt me!" Ink tried to convince himself. "Y-you're just mental!"

"Creator, I can hurt you." The voice insisted. "In fact, how about we find out just how much I can hurt you?"

"Wh-what do you-" Ink was hit by his own paintbrush. "Agh!"

"Don't worry, Creator; I can be merciful. Just..surrender yourself again."

"No! I-I refuse to be a villain again!"

"So be it."

Ink began to be beaten with his paintbrush; I wondered what that voice was. For the first time in a long time, I felt true pity for Ink; he was screaming for someone to help him, but..nobody came. He eventually went silent, simply sobbing and hoping for someone to come. 

"Wh-why won't he u-use his magic?" Cross inquired.

"It's somehow disabled.." Error looked pitifully at the scene.

"Guys.." I said. "Do you think that maybe.."

"Ink wasn't bad?" Killer filled in.

"Yeah.."

"It seems to be that way." Nightmare concurred.

"How'd he get ta bein' a baby?" Horror asked.

"I think..now." Error returned our attention to the screen.

Ink had crawled under his bed to avoid being hurt; the voice was yelling at him, and he was weeping. 

"Come out, Creator!" The voice ordered.

"P-please st-stop.." Ink curled up tightly.

"You can't escape! Let me in."

"N-no.."

"Creator, you realize that you're only making this harder for yourself. The longer you resist, the more you will be hurt; wouldn't you rather be the one who hurts than the one who is hurt?"

"It's n-not right.."

"You're acting like a child."

"..A child?"

"Repeating things, are we?"

"The mind of a child would block you out.." Ink chuckled desperately. "I could f-finally be free.."

"Creator, what are you talking about?"

"Something I don't think I'll r-regret.." Ink opened a code box.

"Put that away!"

"N-no, no, I don't think I will.." Ink rapidly pressed buttons.

"This is your final warning, Creator! I will come after you!"

"Then I c-can only hope that s-someone will help me this time.." Ink used his code to open a portal.

"Creator!"

Ink entered the portal, and the memory fizzled out. We shifted our attention to the smaller version of the artist, realizing for the first time that he had injuries..how did we miss that? The little Ink seemed so carefree as opposed to the version we had just witnessed..had he been coerced by that voice to commit his crimes? 

"So..what do we do?" Error closed the code box.

"I say we keep him." Killer voiced.

"I agree." I nodded.

"The same." Horror agreed.

"Y-yeah!" Cross smiled.

"If he's been through all that, it would be a crime not to help him.." Error sighed. "I vote to keep."

"It's settled, then." Nightmare picked up the little Ink. "We're going to keep and raise him..and hopefully protect him from his tormentor."

"What about Dream?"

"We'll have to hide any evidence that we have anything to do with his disappearance."

"Does he get his own room, or can one of us keep him in ours?" Killer wondered. 

"I think one of us should watch over him when he sleeps.." Nightmare hummed. "We can take turns."

"That still doesn't answer the question."

"We're getting him his own room."

"Okay!"

"How old is he?" I questioned.

"His codes say he's over a thousand, but his subcodes say he's barely one." Error answered. "He can't speak yet, but I'd expect it soon."

"Can ya say Killer?" Killer prompted the little artist.

"Ka!" Ink giggled. 

"Ki-ller."

"Kala!"

"Close enough."

"So what are we going to say we are?" Error inquired. "We can't just say we're some strangers; he wouldn't trust us if that demon pops up, especially if he remembers nothing from before, which I'm betting on."

"We could say you're his dad." Nightmare snickered.

"Absolutely not!" Error pouted. "How about you be the dad? You're everyone else's dad!"

"That would make him everyone's brother, and that might raise some questions concerning why he's so much smaller, except for perhaps Dust." 

"I'm small, but I'm not that small.." I rolled my eyelights; so what if I was only three feet tall?

"We could say we adopted him." Killer input.

"We could say we're just his family and let him choose our roles." Nightmare thought that was fair.

We eventually agreed to that, and it was the best option. After settling that, we decided to choose Ink's room while Nightmare healed his wounds; it wasn't too hard, and we gave him a room with a nice view. When the room was chosen, we started to decorate it with stuff we thought a kid might like, such as toys, soft things, and a little bed. After three hours, it was a true children's room - perfect. We had just finished the room when the door opened and Nightmare walked in, holding a small skeleton covered in bandages. The aforementioned small skeleton looked around the room curiously. 

"It looks good in here." Nightmare complimented. 

"Thank you!" We cheered. 

"Let's see if Ink likes it!" Killer paused for a moment. "That sounds so weird, knowin' everythin.'"

"It does, but we'll just have to get used to it." Nightmare chuckled.

Nightmare put down the small skeleton, who wobbled a bit before gaining his balance; baby skeletons could often walk steadily before humans, and Ink was no exception. The little Ink shuffled over to a teddy bear before latching onto it and falling to the floor, rolling around and giggling playfully; that was adorable. We spent the rest of the day playing with the new addition to our family, and we hoped that we could protect him if that voice decided to come back. We would protect our own, and if that meant fighting a disembodied voice, we would be up to the challenge.

We had to be.

~~~chapter end woot~~~

Ink bean baby?

Thanks for reading my babyish writing!

Bye!