Summary: Dream, guardian of apples and protector of horses.

Ink hummed, licking the pink frozen treat he'd obtained from a cute little cart in the mall's center. His legs gently swung back and forth while he leaned back on a bench in a fairly populated area next to some children's ride. A flashy, spinny thing with pretty music and colorful horses.

It was a pleasant change of pace- doing something other than helping AUs/creators, fighting nosy Sanses, or taking care of boring house stuff.

Why didn't the artist do this more often? Take a day off, find new and interesting things to experience?

I should convince the others to let me have a week to "monitor" some "new AUs" and have some fun.

With a mischievous grin, Ink metaphorically patted himself on the back for his brilliance and sloppily shoved his ice cream between his teeth. Thus, freeing up his hands to summon a pen from his inventory.

The pen's tip barely brushed against his scarf (to immortalize his cleverness as a note) when a burst of magic and a loud crack erupted close by, sending people screaming and fleeing for cover/the nearest exit.

He blinked, glancing in the direction everyone fled from.

There, standing atop the carousel canopy, was Dream. The yellow-clad guardian had his staff held high above his skull, and his expression set in a defiant glower.

"BE FREE, HORSIES!" He proclaimed. A bullet of golden magic spawned in the air and promptly struck the pole holding one of the faux horses, causing it to lifelessly thunk on the ground. "BE BOUND BY THE SHACKLES OF MAN NO LONGER, AND RUN THE WILDS UNTAMED!"

Children cried, parents panicked, and security pulled out their tasers and began to aim. All the while, Dream continued his righteous destruction to free the wooden equines.

"Hmm... A responsible and caring person would probably do something about that- Good thing that person isn't me!" Ink slipped the pen back into his inventory and continued eating his ice cream until-

"Ink." Said a chilling, stony voice.

The artist violently flinched, nearly losing his frozen treat in the process, before recovering. Slowly, he turned his skull to see Blue standing beside him with his crossed arms, foot tapping, and unparalleled disappointment lacing his features.

Oh no-

Ink nervously chuckled and glanced away. "I can explain..."

"Ink, you're grounded."

He shot up from his seat, outraged. "What?! That's not fair! I only sent him there because I thought it would keep him entertained while you went shopping!"

The Underswap Sans remained unmoved by his argument and gestured to the carousel- and by extension, Dream, who was still in the midst of his horse revolution while security struggled to figure out how to stop him. "And now he's destroying mall property- You better hope I can talk us out of this mess, or you are working overtime to help pay for the damages."

"But-"

"No 'buts,' Ink." Blue's eyelights gutted out, and he leaned uncomfortably close to Ink's face, wearing an ominous wide grin that would put even the most unhinged of Sans' to shame. "I ' m  n o t  g o i n g  t o  j a i l  a g a i n  ."