It felt like he was teleporting. Just like normal through the ink. He finds himself in front of an abandoned building. He stares at it in thought. What would he do? How could he fix this damage?

He enters...

Roses covered the walls and floor. There in front of him he saw something he desperately needed, "Dreamy..." he gasps out softly. Dream turns around to him and tears up, "ink? Are you back?"

Ink embraces him and nods, "yes... I'm here..."

"I'm... so glad..." Dream grips onto him. Ink could tell he was hesitant... whatever he... it? Did... it hurt everyone... everyone he loved or even cared about...

"Dream... the creator brought us back... they said you know about it too?" Dream nods, "yes... desolate... we need to go back and fix everything... and maybe... we can settle down...?"

"I would like that." Ink puts a hand to his cheek and smiles sorrowfully.

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Error holds nightmare close in his arms as he slept. He couldn't sleep. He couldn't focus. He can't figure out anything. Ink changing with the flip of a switch didn't make sense. The last time he saw ink before everything ink was trying to talk him Into doing art and making peace.

It made no sense.

And now so many people were dead. He'll just have to protect nightmare and pallete the best he can.

He hoped this could be their happy ending but... so many things are unsolved... so many broken hearts...