Summary: Catch!

Sometimes, Dream couldn't help but ponder if they were the issue: The Star Sanses, protectors of all that is good, positive, and-

"Ink, stop it!" The Guardian of Positivity demanded. His boots hit rough against the ground as he trod toward the aforementioned artist.

In classic soulless nature, the beige-clad skeleton - once again - skirted the line of morality by hovering over an innocent bystander in their most recent battleground.

Not to save them.

No-

To punch them.

"Oh, come on! Where's your fighting spirit, Dream?" Ink complained, raising his magic-splattered fist from the poor spider monster's face. Any hope slowly forming in their eyes vanished when their captor proceeded to ignore the golden guardian and lay down another well-aimed punch.

"These are random people!" Dream hissed, gasping the artist's scarf like the scruff of an unruly kitten. The goal had been to pull the other back. However, the attempt failed when the soulless skeleton slipped his skull out from under the fabric.

"And," Ink questioned, promptly adding in a cheery tone, "Also, you can just ask me to paint you a scarf if you're cold, silly! Sparkles and sequins are in this season, and you really need a new look!"

The Guardian of Positivity pinched the bridge of his nasal cavity. All the while, his hand clenched into a fist around the other's shed scarf. "Ink, you remember why we are here, right?"

"Nope!"

"We came here to protect these people from my brother and his gang!"

"But Nightmare and everyone looked like they were having so much punching people- or was it trees? Either way, it's fun!"

"Ink," Dream chided.

Any effort he'd put into an "I'm disappointed in you, and am losing my patience" expression went ignored. A blatant observation given Ink's slow blink toward him and subsequent delivery of an additional punch to the poor spider monster beneath him.

"I'm an equal opportunity fighter!" The artist claimed. Even though he couldn't muster the courage to fight the toaster this morning, the yellow-clad guardian thought. "Besides, don't you think everyone gets lonely being left out of our battles?"

"No! Now, release that monster."

"Killjoy..." His companion whined, letting the pummeled monster lay to rest. Or, more accurately, crawl away since they didn't seem to want to chance the artist changing his mind on the issue. A wise decision, considering Ink's quick turnaround regarding the matter. "Oh, hey! Another person- and their face looks so punchable too! It almost reminds me of Blue!"

The soulless skeleton bolted in the direction of his new target.

"INK!" Dream shrieked, taking off after the soulless skeleton. "THAT IS BLUE!"