It was a hot day. Hotter than usual but not boiling enough to be tiring.

A skeleton was sleeping peacefully in his bed until he heard his friend scream out

"WAKE UP, I'VE MADE BREAKFAST TACOS~"

Heh, breakfast tacos. They could at times get annoying but the skeleton couldn't complain. I mean, for one he didn't want to upset his friend and two, he couldn't feel anything.

Each morning the skeleton lost all his emotions due too lack of a soul. With the loss of emotions comes the lack of ability to see colour. So to see and feel every morning he needs to take special vials of paint.

He got up quietly and walked over to his closet. Looking around his wooden closet he settled on wearing his usual clothing.

A brown and white shirt with golden lining to separate the colours, long brown trousers with no shoes on but socks with holes for his boney toes. And gloves which are also brown and green.

Reaching to the top shelf to grab his vials he cursed under his breath for being so short. In the end he got fed up with trying so he went for the footstool in his room and stood on it to grab his sash of vials.

He then quickly took the drink and finally saw the beautiful colours off his room and the world. With the colour came his feelings.

Now he was pretty mad at his other friend which sometimes does play tricks like this on him. But he brushed it off as it was the usual for him anyways.

|| Transition to downstairs kitchen||

The skeleton entered the kitchen to get greater by his two bestest friends and colleagues or more like teammates.

"Morning Ink! Your batch will be done in a sec as I didn't know how long it would take you to get up heh"

"Wow blue, thanks so much for believing in me"

"Cut the sarcasm you know out of all of us three you take the longest to get up hmpthh"

"I know I know heh"

Blue was one of the trio. He worse a grey and blue shirt with parts off it layered in silver armour and black long leggings which went into his long blue boots. He had stars for eye-lights and was a cheery optimistic guy, tho he didn't have much of the same humour as the other two and didn't tolerate sarcasm much.

" He's got a point Ink- also today you took longer than usual, what happened?"

"Classic came over last night if you remember and I think he thought it'd be funny to put my sash on the top shelf of my wardrobe"

"Classic Classic"

"True that dream hehhe"

Dream is the other skelepal of the trio.

He wears a golden crown and a golden came. As a shirt he wears a blue button up and for bottoms he wears similar leggings as blue but in a dark blue colour. He also wears golden high-boots into which his leggings go.

"Here you go ink, oh and what's the plan for today"

"Hmmm, I'm not sure. But if I remembered correctly we have another meeting to come up with a plan to take down nightmare with his gang along with error" Ink says whilst slowly picking up the taco made by his friend.

Whilst eating the meal he looked at his skeleton friends faces and noticed they were, unhappy? Displeased? Annoyed?

"Are you guys okay, you seem a little off today."

"We're fine ink, don't worry about us. Just don't we plan like everyday?" Says dream.

"Yeah Ink, maybe we can do something a little different today." Blue joined in.

Ink looked at them confused. He thought they wanted to help take down the bad guys. Meaning alot of planning.

"Uhhh, we are supposed to have a free day tomorrow anyways... I planned us a trip as usual so tomorrow we'll be doing something different" ink exclaimed whilst grabbing another bite off his taco.

They still didn't look pleased. They just sat in silence whilst Ink ate. Ink hated silence. This tension was killing him and he couldn't bare it.

"Ink uhh, I actually remembered me and blue needed to do something at outers house." Dream suddenly spoke up.

"Yeah, we completely forgot. I'm sorry Ink- we forgot" blue continued.

Ink just mumbled an "okay... Well enjoy yourselves."

After that Ink finished off his food and washed the plate.

What could he do now? He was now alone and bored.

'Maybe I can just doodle for a while until I get an idea, I've had a horrible art block these past few days...' Ink thought to himself.

It is true, Ink hasn't created a single au or a draft of an au for a whole week. This is the longest it's been going in for and it's annoying Ink. He didn't have any ideas for altered au copies, which usually he did when he had an art block.

'Error tho has also been suspiciously quite. He hasn't destroyed a single au or au copy in four days. Was he sick or something? Is he planning a major destroying spree whilst I'm in a major artblock???' ink had realized.

After doodling for 30 minutes ink realized it was pointless, it didn't help at all.

'ughhh, if I won't created at least one au in the following week I swear I will just fail as a creator at that point, I'm so so tired... My head hearts and I can't think of a single idea I haven't done already.' the skeleton placed his hands on his face and just stared at the wall Infront off his work desk.

'Where did my motivation go... I had so many ideas before they all just... Disappeared.' he huffed and his head fell onto the desk where he let out an exasperated sigh.

'Maybe a nap won't hurt, maybe I'll figure out a way to get my motivation back that way, hopefully....' Ink said before closing his eye-sockets and falling into a light slumber.

// End of Chapter 1 //

Word count= 1016 words all together.

A/N

Sorry that this is such a bad chapter heh 😅

I haven't written anything in a long while not just on Wattpad. But I tried my best and hopefully it was okay.

So this is before the Splitting of stars happened. As you see Ink is in a major art block but will be be able to get back from it and create again?

I won't tell you you just gotta be patient okay 7w7

K bai~ Stay safe uwu

~Ivy Skyz