Ink's eyes got filled with color, as they were previously white and grey, as he took his vials. He felt his body shake with emotions. He felt happiness, joy, anger, depression, love, and more emotions all at once till he held a neutral face, as he walked out of the bathroom and made his way to his paints.

He grabbed multiple different colors and types of paint and brought out a canvas , which was around the size of the skeleton in the room. Ink isn't really known for being a tall person, he was mostly known for being short then the rest, besides blue, but only by a few inches.

Ignoring on how short Ink is, he started sketching himself on the canvas briefly, no too clean but not too messy, clearly is main focus is the clothes, as they had the most detail out of everywhere else on the now sketched canvas. After Ink had given the clothes more fine lines and definition, Ink grabbed his paints and started painting them accordantly.

He began with the vest, painting it with a dark brown, and colored in the slightly lighter and brighter straps that held gold clips on them. Then he went to the sleeves, which was connected to the shirt underneath the vest, which was a very pale yellow, and some saturated blue triangles added to the sleeves. Then came to the hoodie.

The hoodie was the same color as the blue triangles on the sleeves of the pale shirt, and the the fluff that was held around the hoodie (which the hoodie was hanging around the waist) was a much brighter blue, almost looked like a full on white color, only added with a slightly more noticeable blue hue to it.

The shorts and pants where next. The shorts held a light brown color with a more darker brown pattern on it. The pattern was a lining around the bottom rim of the shirts, with a thick line coming down to meet the rim. The pants underneath were similar, but obviously, they held their differences. The pants clanged onto the skeleton leads, as you can see the shape of the leg clearly. The pants only went to the knees, and the pants had a darker brown hue tot hem, with the same blue color adding details to it. The blue had a thick line going down till it reached the end of the pants, and made three lines going horizontally , wrapping around the thing pants.

The shoes were painted with similar towns and blew, with some gold here and there, but the front of the pair wore a tiger design on it, making the shoes more interesting to look at.

The only few things left was the scarf and gloves. Th scarf was covered in the same color as the short did, the light brown, but the more you looked down at he scarf, it faded into a much lighter brown, almost turning into white.

The gloves were a two parter. The actual gloves had the same scarf color, but the cover of the glove on the arms held that rich dark brown color, has it had the sam design as the pants did, only with the cover getting a bit puffy at both ends of it.

And at last, the coloring of the clothes were complete.

Ink picked up the now half colored canvas and shook it, the canvas's front was facing at the ground as he shook it. The things that were colored in completely were now coming into reality as a thing, all the clothes Ink had colored in were now studying in front of him, as the canvas now had high blank spots on where the nicely colored clothes had existed.

Normally, he could of painted the clothes on directly on himself, but considering on how dream spoke to him, he might need to be prepared, as Ink felt something wrong, a feeling that something didn't feel right in this multiverse. Plus painting clothes on yourself takes a lot of time and effort and considering that Ink had just woken up, Ink couldn't take that amount of time and paint t0 even consider doing it.

Ink started to strip off on what he was currently wearing. He was wearing a oversized white T-shirt that had a metal band logo on it, and he had worn some short shorts underneath, with the matching of long knee high socks- they were extremely soft.

You may call him too feminine, but honestly, Ink just wore more women type clothes because they just felt more comfy and kinda helped considering the artist's body unnoticeably had more of a female in the legs and shoulders.

The only downside is that everyone calls you 'she' instead of 'he' and some of the character in certain AUs and multiverses seem to be flirty with it, but that doesn't really stop Ink. Not at all actually.

Anyways, back tot he stripping, he had successfully took off his comfortable clothing, he dressed himself into the clothes he had painted for himself and was clearly more recognizable clothing.

-Time Skip- (I don't like using these a lot so, if i put these here- it means the chapter would be too long if i continued writing-)

Ink inspected himself in the bathroom mirror. Ink took in his facial features.

He had his usual ink splotch on his left cheek, no matter how many times you try and wipe it off, it just smears more, leaving it to Ink as he just decided it was an unnatural birth mark.

The short skeleton twisted his scarf that was tightly clinging onto Ink's next in order to stay on, trying to find it a decent spot to stay as long as it can. The scarf went down the floor and was dragged on the ground, as Ink thought he'd grow into it, as which turned out to be false and been thinking if he had been shrinking when the scarf seemed to be getting longer.

Ink finished doing a staring contest with himself as he walked out of the bathroom, through the jungle called his room, and went along his journey to the world of downstairs.

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Dream had made it to the Doodle Sphere. The area dressed itself with a warm orange, as the further it traveled down to the ground turned more pale version of itself.

There was multiple pieces of paper floating around in a huge crowded circle. Some papers floated off while others cluttered together into each other's warm of the AU.

All of the paper held a child like drawing of certain characters that existed in the Alternative Universe. The drawing looked like it was drawn like a child, but thats what held the beauty.

It made the place feel more. . . homey, as Ink called it.

Dream focused on searching for anything that looks out of place or when he felt something negative, or anything really.

As Dream passed by, he had to lightly 'push' some papers out of the way. Push isn't the right word, just some wind pointed at them and they moved as if they were aggressively shoved to on aside to another. This never really hurt the universe, it was just the reaction to the friction or movement of anything, as gravity disappeared into the wind, which had made Dream float freely as well.

Dream adventured out and over the papers and around the Doodle Sphere, nothin had seemed to pull Dream over for investigation. No negative pulls, no positivity pulls, no attacks, no nothing but peace and quietness throughout the whole multiverse.

That is, until. . . something didn't feel right.

Dream looked over to Outertale to see. . .

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The colorful skeleton made it to the first floor and was greeted by the front entrance.

The front entrance held a bunch of blue hues and many different types of plants. There was baby blue, sky blue, navy blue, some purples here and there, complementing on the blues that had concurred the room with sweetness. There was two big plants that was stationed at the front door, which was a cute pastel blue color, guarding it.

Quick note, Ink, Blue, and Dream had picked one to two rooms to decorate in the small but homey house. Blue, if you couldn't tell, had decorated the front room, along with his own room and the hallway upstairs. They mostly sticked with the color palette of blues and some decent purples to balance it all. it was a nice color palette choice.

Ink finished his walk down the stairs and had instantly smelt some in the progress tacos and baked blueberry waffles. Blue, was downstairs, cooking breakfast, since, using the process of elimination, Dream had gone out to check out the doodle Sphere, and Ink had just woken up, Blue was the last subject.

The three of them lived together as friends and roommates, as they held the name of the 'Star Sanses', original name idea came from Blue.

Ink ran across into he dinning room. One more room to go until he mad wit to the kitchen.

Ink took a brief in take of the dinning room.

Oh the dinning room was so beautiful.

The dinning room held some interesting color palette. The main color was pure light yellows, with bright yellows, and some paler yellows in the group, with the opposite color of yellow, purple. The purple with the yellow clashed in a good way. A good way indeed.

The walls wore a pretty stripe like pattern, with yellow and white, as the pattern danced around the wall gracefully.

The dinning table was placed in the center of the room, it was a glass table and was rounded. The cloth on the table was a dark midnight purple, with white star pattern that was at the end of the cloth, accenting the darker colors. A red rose stood in a broken glass vase pattern in the dead middle of the table, with the seats mismatching with different colors.

And the lights. Oh the lights! The best part was the the lights were stars that dangled from the ceiling in all different places, in which at night, the light gave off a dreamy like attitude to the already gorgeous room.

Moving on to reality.

Ink made his way into the kitchen, the scent had it core here.

Ink saw Blue working hard at the stove as he added spices to the taco meat and stirred, as the waffle machine made it magic as taking batter and making it into it's proper shape and size.

Yeah, tacos are a weird choice to have in the morning, along with something that is related to breakfast, while tacos related more to lunch and dinner. but we're talking about Blue here. Blue loved and I mean LOVED making tacos, it was his thing.

Blue never serves his meals without something taco related. As tacos were the first food he cooked and the first food he had made edible.

Blue was, as been read before, was a little shorter then Ink, but only by a few inches. The smaller skeleton was wearing his classic baby blue bandana, he never leaves without it being tied around his next. He was also wearing an oversized grey-shirt with some comfy basketball shorts, and to top it all off, he was wearing his boot socks.

He looked intrigued into his own work as he didn't notice Ink walk in the kitchen. This was the perfect opportunity for a small spook.

You see, Ink may be known for 'The Protector Of the AUs' but known as his friends by 'The PranINK master'. Ink usually enjoys making pranks and joking around whenever he had the time and wasn't at a time of war on opposing sides.

Ink stealthily made his way behind blue without him noticing.

Ink whispered as soft as he could make his voice go, which was surpassingly quiet, and murmured

"Boo"

This caught the smaller blue skeleton off guard as he he quickly turned around to see who had made him to become startled.

Without looking, Blue made his hands turn into fist as he was about to punch his haunter until Ink had caught the fist that was about to hit his nose.

Blue looked up and immediately started to apologize.

"OH MY TORIEL OH MY TORIEL! INK I'M SOO SORRY! I DIDN'T KNOW THAT WAS YOU! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!"

Blue's voice echoed through the small house, almost hurting Ink's non-existing ears,

"Hey I'Its fine Blue!"

Blue gave Ink a big hug before focusing back onto his cooking area.

"So, morning?"

"Morning!"

"So tacos this morning huh?"

"Mmhm"

"Where is Dream?" Blue questioned Ink

" Dream said he was checking out The Doodle Sphere to see if anything is wrong or is there was anything negative that he should check out."

"When do you think he'll come back?"

"Hmm. . .Most likely soo-"

Before Ink could muster out the rest of his sentence, Dream busted open the door, almost sending the door flying off it's hinges.

"Guys, we might have a problem."

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Outertale.

Ah, good ol' Outertale. Such a beautiful place to relax and watch the starts twinkle and watch the planets slowly spin in their orbit.

The sky was such a beautiful color of pinks and dark blues and purples, as yellow and white stars cluttered the forever going area.

But today Outertale was going to expect a few strangers as a black skeleton waited at a tree near a cliff, waiting for something, or some skeletons.. . .

                          
END OF CHAPTER TWO

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