Amidst a blank canvas of a void, punctuated by sporadic patches of grass, houses, and parks, a diverse gathering of individuals thrived. Among them, there were humans and monsters, all coexisting harmoniously within the Omega Timeline - a refuge for those who had lost their original timelines to the traumas of existence.

Within this peculiar setting, our attention was drawn to a smirking skeleton, reclining on a patch of grass beneath the shade of a tree. He donned a brown cape that elegantly draped around his neck (certainly not a scarf, he'd insist), a tan-colored shirt, a brown vest adorned with straps, brown shorts, a jacket snugly tied around his waist, a paintbrush at the ready, and a strap that held a collection of colorful vials. Let's not forget the shoes, a crucial part of his ensemble.

The skeleton idly swung one leg over the other, completely at ease, and declared, "Ahh... Such a beautiful day, nothing could go wrong!"

In a near-monotone voice, a retort emanated from nearby. "Not really," they stated matter-of-factly.

Curious, the skeleton opened one of his eye sockets, revealing a purple question mark acting as his pupil. He directed his gaze toward the source of the voice - a child adorned in a striped shirt and shorts, their entire being, even their attire, cast in shades of gray. Their eyes were devoid of color, resembling endless voids.

"Uh, what do you mean, Corry?" the skeleton inquired. He blinked, as his pupils changed, now one being a green rectangle, and the other being two question orange marks.

The child let out a sigh. "One. My name is Frisk," they corrected. "Two. I said it's not a good day since Dream is risking his life against Nightmare right now."

The skeleton squinted his eye sockets at Frisk. "Hmmmm. And how do you know?"

Frisk replied, "I'm omnipresent, remember?"

With a snap of his bony fingers, the skeleton's grin returned. "Oh yeah, I always forget! Thanks for reminding me!"

The skeleton continued to bask in the serenity of the moment, exchanging a few quiet moments with Frisk.

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"Soo... aren't you going to help him?" Frisk inquired.

The skeleton's response was nonchalant. "Nah."

Frisk pressed further, concern evident in their voice. "He could die, you know?"

The skeleton maintained his relaxed demeanor. "Yeah, but that won't be a problem."

Perplexed, Frisk sought clarification. "How so? If Nightmare wins, the Multiverse would be without the concept of positivity around."

With a nonchalant shrug, the skeleton elucidated his stance. "Not my problem. Remember, Frisk, my job is only to protect the AUs from being destroyed." His eye sockets shifted, displaying a red target and an exclamation mark. "Nightmare knows if he destroys the AUs, he wouldn't have a source of negativity; he's smart enough. So, it's not my job to interfere."

"I'm disappointed in you, Ink," Frisk expressed their disappointment.

Ink responded with a nonchalant attitude. "Meh. The Doodle Sphere gave me one job, not extra ones."

Frisk didn't push the matter further. "Anyway, Dream won."

Ink's response was brief. "Cool for him then."

With Frisk vanishing in an instant, Ink found himself alone. He rose to his feet, stretched his bony frame, and let out a leisurely yawn. Contemplating his options, he muttered to himself, "What to do, what to do..."

Inspiration struck him, and he decided, "Let's paint something for the sake of it." From seemingly nowhere, he produced a blank canvas and selected a variety of brushes from his strap. With focused determination, he began to create, pouring his creativity onto the canvas.

Hours passed as he meticulously worked with a plethora of colors and inspiration. "Phew, finally finished," he proudly exclaimed to himself.

On the canvas, he had crafted a simple yet serene sunset, a piece of art born from the depths of his imagination.

Ink sighed, his eye sockets shifting to display a blue water droplet and a purple square. "Sometimes being lonely is annoying," he muttered to himself. "It's boring. Error didn't disturb the Doodle Sphere for a while. Wonder what he's up to?"

Leaving his artwork behind, Ink ventured out into the Omega Timeline. As he strolled through the bustling atmosphere, he found himself drawn to a cafe teeming with people. The bartender, an incandescent figure clad in a tuxedo, was unmistakably a variant of Grillby.

"...", Grillby, without using words, asked something to Ink.

Ink broke the silence, explaining, "No, I won't order anything. I'm just bored, you know?"

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Ink continued, "Well, basically, Error didn't destroy any AUs for a while, and I'm not getting any ideas for new AUs. So, yeah, just walking around here."

Grillby maintained his wordless demeanor.

Ink's expression brightened as he listened to the idea. "Oh, that's a great idea! You can begin!"

Grillby, still not uttering a word, started narrating something.

Ink chuckled while sometimes commenting at the tale. "So this Sans came, right?"

Grillby continued narrating, keeping the story going.

"And he bought all the mustard? Wow, the first time I've seen a Sans buying something."

Grillby's fiery features flickered in what might be interpreted as a smile.

Ink laughed. "And he... put it in a flaming bin? Just to annoy a variant of Fell? Pftt... hahahah! Thanks, Grillby, for the laugh!"

As a token of appreciation, Ink handed Grillby a small drawing of him. "Here, you can keep it."

With a wave, Ink bid Grillby farewell and continued his wanderings through the Omega Timeline. Grillby waved back, a silent acknowledgment of their brief but entertaining exchange.

As the hours passed, Ink found a multitude of ways to keep himself entertained. He engaged in a variety of games, both table games and arcade machines, savoring the moments of leisure.

His attempt to challenge Bishop, a variant of Sans from Chesstale, to a game of chess ended in a resounding defeat, but Ink didn't let it dampen his spirits. To regain his confidence, he decided to challenge Pawn, a variant of Frisk from Chesstale, thinking he could secure a victory. However, the child humbled him with their skill.

Ink tried his hand at beatboxing, facing off against an edgy Napstablook, and to his surprise, emerged as the victor.

He even stumbled upon a random cellphone and couldn't resist making prank calls for some light-hearted fun.

Skipping stones across the water, playing ping pong with himself, and reciting lines from a poet of the Omega Timeline filled his hours with simple pleasures.

Ink greeted his friends and acquaintances with a friendly wave as he moved around, exuding a carefree and cheerful spirit. He couldn't help but chuckle when he witnessed Epic getting slapped by a flustered girl, likely due to some inappropriately silly comment.

He watched Cross go on a date with someone unfamiliar, though it didn't concern him. All around, he observed the lively atmosphere as everyone laughed and enjoyed their time with friends.

Ink, content and at ease, continued to stroll through the Omega Timeline, knowing that he was in good company and surrounded by the vibrancy of existence.