You land in a yellowish place with papers hanging around everywhere.
You figure this must be the doodle sphere that you read about.

"So, now to get down to business" ink says, interrupting your thoughts.

You give him your attention for the moment.

"So your going to take some pictures with me, im going to send them to some people, then your going to pretend to have been taken captive and then be exchanged for blue, any questions?" He asks.

"What kind of pictures" you ask.

"What kind of pictures do you think?" he asks.

You give him a cringe face of displeasure thinking about the kind of pics you might have to take.

"No. Not those kind. Never those kind." He says, responding to your expression.

You sigh in relief that your thoughts weren't correct.

"All we gotta do is take fluff pic with captions" he says.

"Ok" you say, wondering when this will happen.

Ink pulls out a phone and a selfie stick. He grabs your waist and pulls you into him.
He tells you to do a cute pose and you do. He takes the picture.

He tells you to make a cute bashful look as he nuzzles his head in your neck. You give it your best shot. He takes the picture

He pauses to paint a light pink color on your face resembling blush. He tells you to look cute and shy and you try. He presses his teeth against your cheek in resemblance of a kiss of sorts. He takes the picture.

He then tells you to act cute and super shy and hide your face. So you do, and he takes the picture.

He sends the pictures after captioning them. Your surprised how knowledgeable he is on cute couple poses. He puts the selfie stick and the phone away.

"Welp that should be enough. Now to move on to the next stage of the plan" he says.

You try to wipe the paint off your face unsuccessfully.

"Oh right, hold still a second" he says, as he rips the paint off your face.

You scream in pain, for it feels just like ripping a Band-Aid off.
There are little red marks left on your face from it.

"Ok, now we can go." He says.

"*ssh*le" you mumble as he drags you through another paint puddle.

Your now in a Au known as dust tale.

"Dust!" Ink calls out.

You wait patiently. Dust approaches.

"What ink?" He spats, as if inks name is distasteful to speak.

"I want to cash in that favor you owe me" ink states.

You dont know what exactly happened between these two but something tells you it wasn't pleasant for either of them.

"What do you want?" Dust asks.

"I need you to trade this girl for blueberry" he says, referencing you.

"your girlfriend ok with this?" He asks, snarkily.

Your amazed at how fast word traveled about it.

"It was her idea" ink states, lying.

"Fine, whatever. If error kills her dont pin it on me." dust says.

Ink glances at you, and you walk over to dust.
Ink leaves through a paint puddle.

"Nightmare!" Dust calls out.

A goopy, black, tenticley sans appears.

"What?!" He asks grumpily.

"I need passage to error" dust states.

"And what will you do for me?" Nightmare asks.

"Ill finally join your cause" dust says.

You have no idea what they are talking about.
However it seems to be connected to some huge plot your missing out on.

"Deal" nightmare says, agreeing to the terms.

He teleports you and dust to the anti-void.