A/N: Sleep. I need sleep.

Ink's magic is weird. Sci (begrudgingly) accepted this, as did most of the Multiverse. However, when the artist's magic suddenly decides to reproduce asexually, things get interesting.

Ink is ban from fighting and creating to keep his magic from spawning more children.

Dream is crying in a corner while the little Ink clones - children? - are poking him with sticks.

Error is apparently the parent of a strange Ink child now.

Blue has forsaken everything and prays to the gods of Reapertale that this soulless, child-shaped plague will end the Multiverse quickly.

And Sci? He just wants his sanity to hold out long enough to find a solution and not stab the tiny Ink incessantly tugging on his lab coat.