(BONUS ENDING) An Abandoned Diary
"I can't believe you read it!"
Error tensed as he heard him. That was Ink's voice. Was he hallucinating?
"No, no, I am no figment of your imagination. I am here. And I will never leave again, I don't think."
Error turned around.
Ink was sitting on the edge of his bed. He looked misty, and he had a pair of black wings and a melting halo. He was still in the clothes he had died in, and small cracks could be seen on his entire body. "Ink?" But wait, he was so different. His mouth had been permanently fixed into a smile, and he looked like he was crying black tears, running thickly down his cheeks. His eyes were empty pools of darkness, hollow and dead. His voice was distorted and deep, unlike how he sounded when he was alive. "What-how-" Ink sighed. "I'm not entirely sure. I think it's because I'm soulless, and with the way I died, Heaventale Sans refused to let me in until nothing was tying me to this world." Yet, Ink seemed so off. "I am not really here, you know, nor am I an apparition. I am very much real and present, and I can touch the objects around me, but I can't touch anything living." As demonstration, he passed his hand through Error. His hand felt terribly cold, but non-existent. He stood up. "No-wait!" He turned around. "Can-can I call the rest?" Ink snickered. "Sure. Go ahead." Error texted each of his friends, and anxiously awaited their arrival.
Ink was so different now. He looked creepy, for one thing, and his general demeanor was cold and silent. He had turned from a happy-go-lucky protector to someone you might see holding an axe at night. It's ironic, Error thought. Ink committed suicide because he was unhappy, and now, he can't do anything but smile. They heard the familiar sound of a portal opening and saw Nightmare's group, plus Blue and Dream. "What's so important-" Dream stopped talking. He was staring at Ink. Ink's smile grew even wider, and more of the black liquid gushed out his eyes, but never dripped down to the floor. "Why hello, friend." Dream shivered. Ink laughed quietly. "Ink? H-how nice to see you-" Ink's expression changed from mockery to disgust. "Don't act so friendly, Dream. We both know your words aren't sincere," he spat out. Dream didn't respond. "How are you..." Ink walked towards the group, walking around them as if he were a predator inspecting it's prey. "Something is stopping me from truly moving on. Until then, I cannot leave the world completely." He flicked Nightmare's head, only for his fingers to slip right through his skull. "Although, seeing as how much I have left to settle, that might not be so bad after all," he said. This didn't sound friendly at all. "I'm gonna go talk to Reaper. See you~" And with that he left. "Hey, Error, what's that in your hand?" Nightmare pointed at the diary. "Oh...it's uh...let me show you."
-A bit of reading later-
"...That's fucked up, but makes a lot of sense."
"Agreed."
Even if they knew why Ink did the things he did, why was he still here? What was stopping him from moving on?
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It's been a few months since Ink came back.
He was currently lying down on a string hammock Error made for him as they didn't have a spare bedroom. Error was currently reading up on spirits and ghosts to see if he could find how Ink was still here. Then he saw a particular passage.
"...sometimes, a spirit cannot move on to the afterlife because justice has not been served to their soul. For this type of spirit, you simply need their perpetrators to sincerely apologize for their actions against them..."
"Hey, guys? I think I found something."
"It says here that a spirit might not leave the mortal world if justice hasn't been served to their soul. What if the creators aren't sorry?"
Ink thought about it for a moment. "Maybe. No one but me could talk to them, and they were never exactly sorry for their actions," he mused. "Maybe we can get you home now!" Ink thought again. "Nah." Now this time, everyone looked at him. "I don't mind it here. Yeah, heaven or hell or whatever might be better, but now that I'm here, I kind of realize how much I didn't do. And hey, the creators were the ones making me miserable, and now they can't do shit to me. So I think I'm staying." At that exact moment, Ink's physical features began to shift. His wings paled to a grey color instead of black and looked bigger than before, and the cracks in his halo began to disappear (it didn't stop melting though). The black tears he constantly cried all spilled to the floor, sizzling when it did. White circles returned to his eyes, and his eyes were no longer empty. His smile was no longer, hell his jaw ached from the now-not-permanent grin,
He used be forced to smile. He used to have to pretend he was happy. But now, his friends cared. Now, he was forgiven for everything. Now, he had all the reason to smile.
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