The first thing he saw was white. Then he could see the emerald shade of the grass and the pearl shine of the sun. Then he saw crimson and gray... Blood and dust spread across the land. Ink slowly gathered his head together and sat up. His body stung like he had been impaled with a blade over and over. So much dust... The dust was those of other monsters. What had happened?

He needed to remember. He needed to see them. He needed to know if they were really so cruel. He slowly got up and immediately felt the soreness in his bones. It was horrible as if he had been fighting non-stop. He searched the plain desperate to find his friends. He wanted his Dream... Not the fake one... His...

Then... He saw it... Pages of white... The different AU's! He was starting to remember what was happening before he ended up in that bizzare place... He knew things were good... Then... He started to get frustrated... He wanted to remember more than anything else.

He searched around the void desperate to find another living being. This when he saw a splotch of gold in the distance. He quickly ran past the colorful sheets of paper to get to this unknown thing. Then he saw it. A golden soul that was concealed in a glass container. It was cracking on all edges and it was leaking the deepest of gray dust. He knew who this was... this was his dreamy. He carefully takes the glass and tries to heal it.

Flashbacks twisted through his mind like thorns. Remembering things was hurtful. He remembered. A new villain had arose out of an AU. The first thing he saw was the dust of cross, Error, and red. He could hear blues cries, but they were quickly silenced as it dusted him too. Au's were tearing into pieces. When Dream learned nightmare was dusted, he was broken. He cared for nightmare no matter how evil. Ink tried to comfort him but the demon was back... it tried to dust Dream but, ink made him miss dreams soul. This allowed dream to live by a fraction... Ink protected him with a glass of his creation. The thing was angry. Ink tried to dust it but, he was sadly knocked out...

It was just him and Dream now... how would he fix home... when he can't even create anymore... he forgot his purpose... taking dreams soul out of the glass he lets him reappear. Dream lands in his arms covered in wounds and scars. They were healing... that made Ink feel better. Dream slowly woke from his coma and looks at ink. He starts to cry, "is it over? I can't hurt anyone anymore... right?"

Ink whimpers... he looks into dreams eyes, "you were there?" Dream nods softly, "I had no control... it hurt so bad..." ink stares at him and starts to cry, "I think we're the only ones left..." Dream nods softly his mind shattering at the thought of all of his friends gone, " can't you bring them back...?"

Ink whimpers softly, "I can't remember how to create... I don't even have my brush..." Dream looks at him, "we'll figure it out... I'm sorry for hurting you..."

Ink pulls dream close and kisses him softly, "I forgive you..." dream blushes harshly and nods softly...

They never found the demon... but... they found the brush... after wandering a long time in a void of white... they found it... ink and dream created together... ink was permanently Handicapped when it came to creation but... he finally had a soul... and... they brought everyone back... they made sure no one remembered... dream never hugged nightmare tighter...

Ink smiled and stared out into the white void. He sighs softly knowing what orbit was now... he was a savior of what was left of the original him... made of black ink it made sense... he was happy to be free. He and dream started to live together... nothing would be the same but they tried to make it better.

And that thing... couldn't be found...

What if it happened again...?

Ink didn't think about that... he just wanted to live happily with Dream while he could... The reason? He just wanted happiness and zero pieces of agony. This could spell the beginning of a new journey for the two lovers... who knows?