Chara, TT! Frisk, AT! Frisk, and Asriel all come into the living
room. Ink has picked up his paint brush and writing stuff down on a
piece of paper. With a pencil. “Toriel is still sleeping, she’ll
come out in a little bit.” AT! Frisk called.
Toriel rubs her eyes sleepily walking out behind the children. “I’m
up, I shouldn’t hold everybody up...” She says. AT! Frisk looks at
Toriel. “Fine, don’t take my offer, wake up early.”
“I thought you drank Champaigne.” AT! Frisk commented. Ink looked
at her sharply. “It’s a common thing for Sans to enjoy condiments.
Angell, did you bring back any ketchup?”
Ink looked at VT! Sans. “I would let you go, but sence this world
already has a Sans it might... well I think you can imagine.” Ink
shakes his head. “My plan was to keep you here while I think of a
way to fix it... but now I don’t think there is a way!” Ink
mumbles looking down.
“Look. I could withstand God of Hyperdeath levels of attacks, but
even I can’t beat him in a fight. Plus he could just destroy
everything the moment he arrives.”
At what is probably a bad time, a person cam out of a puddle of
ink.
"I told you ink is dangerous!"
"I'm not the one who went in am
I?"
One of them was physical, the physical one has wings and was bright
in comparison to the other incorporeal one. The physical one had an
umbrella and a book.
"Uh, Did we walk in at a bad time?"
The incorporeal one seemed to be getting some magic ready.