Inspiration.. woot

The stars were beautiful, but in Outertale they were always the best.

Ink had painted it that way, listening to the voices of creation as each one was carefully added in the empty sky till it was a quilt of stars.

He sat on a cliff side his legs dangling above the void, idly munching on a stick of chocolate pocky.

Before the soul, his mind had never been silent the creators too loud, screaming and never ending. They'd never stopped, only quieting some if he created enough.

Ink was not as Ditsy as people thought, it was hard to keep track of things when you had 24/7 voice of creation demanding things and you were soulless. Yes writing on the scarf helped, but only so much.

He took a deep breath.

Silence.

Stars.. he hadn't heard the voices of Creation since he and Blueberry became one being.

He was mostly using his magic in the doodlesphere, not wanting to create unless he had to.

He'd driven Error insane enough with his never ending Creation.

The artist had no idea if Error dealt with voices of Destruction, but it would explain many things. When he as Blue had first been taken by Error, he swore he had started to hear things in the anti-void.

The voices had hurt, and he'd barely heard them.

He had many things he had to think about though, and here was a good place he was alone yet more alive then his doodlesphere.

He still had to talk to Dream, he'd been avoiding him for months and he knew Dream would feel hurt he hadn't been told. Yet Ink was conflicted, Dream had a large crush on the painter who had been soulless. He had also been friends with Blue, and now the two were one and the same.

Ink was still Ink, and Blue was still Blue but they were also one and the same.

Would... Dream, even want to get to know him now?

Crunch

Ink jumped to his feet and spun around, summoning broomie to the ready.

"Hello Ink"

Broomie fell from his hand, slim hands caught them before it landed.

"I know you.. but I have no idea who you are?" Ink said bewildered, since gaining a soul he'd remembered his whole life.

Yet... this person was not in it, yet he knew her.

She looked like a human girl of twelve, with warm pink eyes. Ashen blond hair was down to the middle of her back in a braid, for a moment he thought he saw something on her forehead but must have been a trick of the light.

"I'm not surprised dear Ink, but you may call me Sedynit," she said nervously, he blinked.

"That sounds like an Anagram," he said with disbelief, she giggled.

"It is one, but my real name would get Sissy's attention," the girl responded.

"Okay... Sedynit. Explain whats going on?" he asked.

"This is going to sound weird, but... I'm the Deity in charge of this multiverse. As I was finishing the set up for creator there was a mix up, and I kind of lost your soul..." Sedynit continued.

"You lost my soul..." Ink said dryly.

"I got distracted, sissy started acting really weird and her memoryverse got so weird... and you found your soul again even though it reincarnated. I would have been here earlier but I had to put this place on hold," she said nervously.

"Wait.. Sedynit, doesn't that become Des.."

Her hand covered his mouth.

"Shhh..." she hissed.

"Sorry," he apologized.

"Look, I restarted everything here. But... its cut off from the rest of Reality, I don't wnat that corruption here..." she whispered.

"Wait.. you said.. Blue..." Ink said his mind now realizing what she said.

"Um.. yeah, You and Blue were always going to end like this," she responded.

"What about Error?" he asked.

"Ahh ha ha ha, I totally didn't accidentally mess up and kidnap him to be the destroyer," she said edging away.

"WHAT!" a familiar glitched voice screamed.

"Gotta go bye!" Sedynit said throwing Broomie back into his arms, then fled Error hot on her tail.

Ink stared at his brush and put the brush away, listening t the chaos of Error and Sedynit.

"I'm going home," he said to no one.