#multiversalstories

Eri sighs as she works on her sculpture. She tries to find comfort in the details of glazing. She loves the glazing part, a different type of art other than sculpting. The ultimate artist, she hates her title. The amount of backlash she's gotten from it, she hates it. Of course, she'll never be as great as the past ultimate artist, but this is who she is.

She finds it better to have people think she's only good at sculpting. She smiles as she touches up the eyes. So blue, cool like a dip in the pool in summer. Brown like chocolate, she stops herself from blushing. Kenshi has been so kind to her, it makes her heart beat weirdly, and so does Yume. She feels so lucky to have them, despite these circumstances and Yume's emotional outbursts. No one has ever been so kind to her.

She switches out the brushes to get her fine tip paint brush, she licks her lips before placing the tip between them. Getting the finest point she can. She looks around to find her ivory black and clear glazes. Eri gets out of her chair before wandering over to her kiln, she glances inside to make sure everything is out.

She smiles before pulling out her smaller sculptures of planets and molecules. They're glossy and finished. She's planning on giving them to her new friends: Toshiro and Sora. She places them on the table before looking at her smaller dragon. She goes to grab it before grunting in anger.

"Goddammit, there must've been glazed on the bottom!"

She growls, Eri should've known better than to let Yume paint it. That was hours of work lost if she can't get it unstuck. Her anger dies down, she couldn't say no to his puppy eyes. She sighs before starting to heat her kiln. If there's a chance she can get it unstuck, she'll risk the sculpture exploding... Again. She closes the kiln before moving to grab her glazes again. She pours them into small bowls before moving back to her station for glazing. She smiles as she moves back to her seat, her brush now full of the clear glaze as she goes over the armor in specific areas to give it a special shine as if it was just buffed that day.

She's about to add some clear glaze to the ruby on his sword when the doors to her studio slam open. She yelps as her brush flies from her hand and lands on the floor, ruining the point. She growls and quietly swears under her breath as she picks it up. A loud cry grabs her attention from the brush and she looks at the door as she places her brush in the cup of water to wash the dirt off of it.

"Yume? What are you doing here?"

Yume huffs with tears in his eyes as he puffs his cheeks out in anger. He slams her doors shut before shouting in anger. She flinches before calming herself to have a steady hand. She looks up and blinks at him a few times. He stares back at her from where he stands. He stares at her, how beautiful she looks, looking up at him through her lashes. The slight nervous expression on her face. It almost dispels his anger immediately. He glares for a moment.

"How could you?!" She flinches from his tone. He sits at her table as she tries to focus on her art. "You're cheating on me?!"

She arches a brow. They aren't dating. No one has ever loved her before. She dips her now-dried brush into the clear glaze once more. "Cheating? Yume, we're not dating. And who would I cheat with? As far as I know, I haven't even kissed anyone before." She murmurs her confession with a pang of bitterness. A great reminder that she'll die before she even falls in love with her prince (or princess, she's not picky).

Yume growls. "How could you ever say that?! You're mine, Eri! You're Kenshi's and mine! You should know this by now! How could you?! You're hurting me, Eri!" Tears roll down his cheeks as his words slur together into sobs.

She pauses and looks in his direction. She sets her brush down before taking his hands into hers. "I-I'm sorry Yume. I didn't mean to hurt you. It's just that I didn't know that you two liked me like that. You never said anything. I just thought you wanted to be friends. I didn't know." She pauses, looking off to the side. Yume calling her 'his' rubbed her the wrong way. It sounded like he was calling her property. She decides not to mention it. "If you two wanted to date me, then you should've asked." Yume looks at her, tears suddenly stopped. "No one communicated that to me."

Yume growls. "You should've known! You're ours! So why did you cheat on us?! Are we not enough?! Huh? Is that it?" He pushes into her space. "Why do you hang out and cheat on us with those other two?!"

She arches a brow. "Who are you talking about?"

"The space and science idiots!"

She pauses. Eri thought that cheating was having sex with another person outside of a relationship. She never thought that hanging out with other people was cheating. Not to mention that she didn't know that she was in a relationship in the first place. Everything is starting to get a little too much in her studio.

"Sora-kun and Toshi-kun?! My friends?!" She blinks before scoffing and rolling her eyes as she gets up. She doesn't see the way Yume's eye twitches. "Sorry Yume, they're just friends. We just hang out a lot. They give me more ideas to create or try out." She smiles at some of the more recent sculptures on her shelves. "Some of the more special glaze designs come from Toshi-kun and his ideas."

Yume cracks his knuckles silently as he watches her walk over to the kiln. It should be heated enough to pull the dragon off. Or that it would've exploded by now. She didn't hear any popping sounds, and she smiles at what could possibly be a success. She opens the kiln, bracing against the heat. She places her goggles on so the heat doesn't dry out her eyes before reaching in. She carefully reaches for the top of the dragon, not touching anything but the dragon with her small square of protection.

She wiggles the dragon experimentally, and soon it pops off the shelf in the kiln. She lets out a cry of surprise and joy as she pulls it out of the kiln and places it off to the side before adjusting the temperature for the other pieces she's going to fire. Yume growls as he hops off the table. Watching as she grabs the statue of Kenshi and slowly moves it towards the kiln. She worries that she may drop it, it wasn't her brightest idea to make it so heavy. She sighs, oh well. Lesson learned.

Yume glares at her back, he can't believe she just brushed him off. How could she?! Scenarios play in his mind of what the two disgusting idiots could be doing to his angel. How she must be so filthy now from their touches. How she must have tried to fight them off. Of course! She must have tried to fight them off! Unless she liked it. His frown deepens at the thought. Was having Kenshi and him just not enough? Was everything they did for her just not enough?! He grumbles something under his breath.

Eri turns her head towards him with curious eyes for a moment before catching herself from dropping the statue. "What did you say Yume? I couldn't hear you."

Yume growls before his grumbling turns into growling with anger. He's so angry he doesn't know what to do about it. He lashes out before rushing at Eri, who can't see him. He pushes her forward with no thoughts. She screams as she trips and falls forward, the statue was forgotten as she falls towards the kiln. The statue shatters into multiple pieces as she sticks her arms out to prevent herself from falling into the kiln. Her hands, ungloved, touch the kiln shelf, and tears spring to her eyes as her breath is stolen from her.

The pain sears her as she feels the flesh on her hands starts to blister. As she pulls her hands away, something forces her back into the kiln. Something pressed on her spine, keeping her from standing up and getting her hands out of the kiln. She can't remove her hands or it's her face that would touch the burning hot kiln. She screams as her arms buckle and her flesh burns up to her elbows. Her legs kick out as she loses feeling in her left hand and the tips of her right fingers. She can smell her skin cooking and burning and cries harder. Her screams grow in pitch and she can no longer do anything other than cry for Yume to release her. She knows it's his hands holding her down.

She kicks her legs out, kicking his shins as hard as she can. Eri can barely hear the doors slam open and someone yelling at Yume. The next thing she knows, Eri is in Kenshi's lap, away from the searing heat, not touching anything as she buries her face into Kenshi's shoulder. He wraps his arms around her, holding her tightly, not knowing what to do with a frazzled mind. He takes a deep breath before scooping Eri up and running out of her studio. Kenshi rushes to the medical room. He places her on a bed, and she cries about being left alone with Yume. She's scared out of her mind.

Kenshi glares at Yume as he looks for gauze, wraps, and burn cream. How can she continue to do her ultimate talent if she can't use her arms?! What was Yume thinking?! He marred her beauty! Kenshi yells out that very question as he tries to clean the burnt flesh from all the blood and serum. Yume just smiles at the terrified Eri.

"Now she knows what happens when she doesn't stay with us."

We were playing in the sand.

He remembers those times. Creation would run around after him, a game of tag amongst all the AUs. Just Positivity and Creation, laughing without a care in the world. Playing in fields of buttercups in FlowerTale, tea parties in UnderLand, and naps in OuterTale. Just the two of them. He would see Creation's smile, and he would be filled with adoration of the smaller. Creation's bright smile with a laugh sounding like soft bells made him smile and laugh as well. Their pastel rainbow hair braided into a headband before letting soft curls sway with the wind. The multicolored freckles exposing themselves as Creation would flush. The way their eyes would change to a bright yellow with joy, changing with every emotion. He adored Creation's yellow eyes the most. It would be the two of them spreading new muses and ideas to the mortals. Every new suggestion would have a purpose and spread joy. Before Loyalty had joined them. Before Space and Emotions joined them, it was just the two of them and their counterparts: Destruction and Negativity. He never minded their fights, as long as he was with Creation.

And you found a little band.

Then a truce was made, one that was made between the balances of the Multiverse. Life and Death were already in perfect harmony with each other, staying friends despite what everyone thought. Positivity and Negativity brought back together, brothers standing together side by side once more. Creation and Destruction slowing down to talk and get to know each other, finding comfort in each other. His smile grows dim when Creation no longer spends as much time with him, finding more comfort with Destruction. It's in Creation's nature to create bonds of friendship with others, but Positivity thought their bond was special. More so than the bond Creation had with a mortal. Positivity cherishes the times that he can feel Creation's joy, so he lets them be. Even if it is just a few moments every hundred years, he loves being a part of Creation's life.

You told me you fell in love with it, hadn't gone as I planned.

He remembers the day Creation came to him, bursting with euphoria. He had smiled, Positivity had wanted to ask Creation to stay with him, become partners. He wanted someone to love, someone who wouldn't leave him alone. So he stood there, under their tree with a rose in hand. But Creation had other ideas. Creation found love in Destruction, their short friendship blooming into something else. Heartbroken, but he loves Creation too much to interfere. If Creation is happy, he would be too. 

So he let Creation go. 

Being there in Creation's life was enough for him to be content with. He remained by Creation's side from the beginning, and Positivity wasn't going to leave now. So he stands there at the tree, waiting for Creation to leave before planting his rose before leaving. As time went on, he grew closer with Loyalty as well. A friendship bonded over the adoration of Creation. Loyalty adores the short god for their personality, fragile but so strong at the same time. Yet Loyalty doesn't cherish Creation the way he does. Loyalty finds his adoration in Emotions instead. Just as Positivity loves Creation's minor quirks and habits, Loyalty loves Emotions' quirks and habits. He would watch the way Loyal would talk, cheeks flushed a royal blue as his eyes sparkled, the way he would pick at his cape, he knows. Loyalty adores Emotions as he adores his Sunshine, Creation. It just becomes something else for them to talk about.

When you had to bid adieu.

The wave of despondency Positivity awoke to frighten him. His brother, Negativity, is growing stronger. Life and Death were panicked as well. Something was wrong. Something was causing Death to take more and more souls from the Multiverse, Life trying to keep up with bringing new life to balance the loss. He remembers finding his brother in a panic, it had been years since the truce, yet something was wrong. Negativity was as nervous as he was. They didn't want to fight anymore. Yet, something happened when the two brothers followed the despondency to its source. Loyalty and Emotions were the ones to find them first. Destruction had broken the truce. Waves of Creation's magic and waves of Destruction's flew between AUs as they fought. The gods clashed for hours, yet it felt like months as he watched them fight. Bringing Positivity back to their shared beginning. Creation fighting destruction, Negativity fighting him. All of the gods wait, watching as the fight grows slower. Creation was in tears as Destruction left the battle. Having gone back to the Anti-void rather than explain to them why he attacked. Creation was hurt, and he could feel it. Where did his Sunshine go? Why did Destruction harm his Sunshine? It was too many questions for him to think about.

Said you'd never love anew.

Loyalty remembers how Positivity rushed to Creation to see them, despite growing weaker. They remember running too. Creation, a delicate thing, was curled upon themselves with tears. Creation's hair was matted with black blood oozing from the cut on their head. No one knew what prompted Destruction to attack the past years, for the balance was pleasant for the two. Creation wanted to make a successor for them, having put some of their magic in a jar to mix with Destruction's magic when the time was right. He listened to the tale of Creation, how Destruction found the container and smashed it before diluting the magic Creation had put in it. The burst of anger Destruction had displayed, no mercy to whom was his partner. Loyalty listened, and Positivity held them close, how his rage towards Destruction grows brighter. How he wants to avenge his friend, yet the need to comfort them is greater than the latter. Emotions and Space were brought closer as Positivity lulled Creation into a dreamless sleep. Loyalty remembers how Creation swore to never create bonds that would hurt them again. Everyone waited with bated breath to see if the two gods would clash once more. Loyalty and Emotions would stand behind Creation as Positivity would stand next to them. He never questioned his anger towards Destruction. He gave it a thought and yet couldn't find an answer. Yet Loyalty never tried to look at any situation differently.

I wondered if I could hold it and fall in love with it too.

Destruction watched as Creation grew close with Positivity. Anger and jealousy filled Destruction as he watched them laugh and play together. Destruction knew Positivity was growing fond of Creation, and Destruction didn't like it. Destruction was never fond of Creation. Creation was too needy. And Positivity was too blind, thinking that Creation has no flaws. Creation is a flawed god, even from the beginning. Wanting ideas, creating new crafts, whispering fancies into mortals, and creating anything they could. Colors had to be everywhere, nothing blank for Creation.

Destruction hated the way Creation was patient with him. The way they remember what he likes and dislikes, the way Creation never gave up his determination to be friends. So he played along, Destruction was sure if he wasn't careful Creation would see that Destruction was using them. Yet every time he lashed out or hurt Creation, they brushed it off with an excuse. He laughed at their stupidity, they were too sweet, and he hates sentimental things. Yet, he couldn't say no to the free food and gifts Creation showered him in. He never thought Creation would grow fond of him. Destruction hated the mere thought. 

They are opposites. 

Other than friends, nothing more would ever happen between them. He would rather not be touched by flawed beings, be it gods or mortals. He never loved Creation, and if it destroyed something in Positivity, he could play in a game of dollhouse. In the end, he got what he wanted out of the game he played. He had gotten all he wanted from Creation. Yet, why did it hurt so much in that last fight? Why does the Anti-void seem so empty now? He glares at the emptiness. There's nothing here anymore for him. It's pure white in every way he looks. He fleetingly wonders if Creation had taken their stuff back. He grits his teeth before running a hand through his black hair and walking to the right.

You told me to buy a pony, but all I wanted was you.

He watched as Creation became dull. Pastel hair wasn't being colored anymore, leaving it an onyx black. He hates Destruction for what he did to his Sunshine. When the mortal passed, he could help bring his Sunshine back. This was different, Creation stopped. He watched as Creation would leave for their tree, sitting there with an easel and a paintbrush. Yet they wouldn't move, just stare at the blank canvas and then cry. Watercolors were soon a new creation for mortals to enjoy. He would sit there with Creation in his lap and lay under the tree as he would wrap his wings around the two of them. A world of their own, warm and safe from anything that could hurt them.

Their hands intertwined as nothing is needed to be said. Flower crowns of buttercups are made before being left on the floor next to the small bush of roses. Creation would smile at him once again, but it's smaller than it had been. Laugher would ring from the past, carried by the wind as they just observe the flowers sway. Tea parties in UnderLand become tea parties under the tree with Loyalty and Emotions. The warm china would be all made by Creation. While the strawberry tea would be produced by Positivity. Tea is his specialty.

They will nap in OuterTale, weightless in space. Watching the stars as they float with a rope attached to the ground so they can get down. Creation would lay facing Positivity, running a hand through his curly hair. Creation would giggle before telling Positivity how his hair reminds him of snow during a sunrise. Or Positivity would curl around Creation, Positivity being taller than the other, and hold them close to his chest, existing with the other, as he had done in the past.

Years had gone by for the gods, nothing was said of Destruction, yet Death and Negativity had stepped in. He watches as Loyalty and Emotions move in. Creation had made a big house for all of their friends to live in if they chose. He has been here the longest. His aura bursts and roars to life when he feels Creation's presence. He smiles as Space makes the house his second home. He smiles at Creation as he watches them start to bake once more. He wonders if the mortals will get another recipe for a new baked good soon. He feels his attachment and adoration grow as Creation smiles at him once again. Eyes a golden yellow in excitement and joy; freckles fully colored once more; their pastel rainbow hair now a vibrant rainbow cut shorter than before.

Hidden in the sand.

They are so quick to love, let their emotions direct them. That's the beauty of creation and the beauty of mortals, who Creation was made for. They've watched mortals try to reason inspiration, arts, and their whispers of ideas. They find it amusing. Yet, that's why they don't like themselves. They become foolish and drunk on emotions before acting. Creation, they know how they hurt themselves with this flaw. So quick to let others use and walk over them. If they need anything, they can make it. Creation can't reason themself; they can't justify why they do anything.

They love interactions and love physical contact. Yet, they don't know why. They adore mortals, yet mortals never last. They thought they loved Destruction. Yet something in them knew Destruction wasn't theirs. They had put too much effort and time into befriending and loving Destruction when they didn't get anything back. Destruction hated contact, barely talked to them, and never did anything for them. Was it all part of his game when Destruction told them how much he loved them?

It hurts too much for them to think about. Then, there's Positivity. So sweet and kind to Creation. They've known each other since the conception of the Multiverse; Positivity and Creation went everywhere hand in hand. They've spent decades playing and fighting together. Positivity, who stepped in to hold them up and help them get through life. The way he smiled at them and treated them so kindly. It reminded them of Gin, their favorite mortal, but not in the way Gin had worshiped him. Creation loves the cherry tree they claimed their own, their haven away from the chaos of mortals and other gods. They love buttercups as buttercups remind them of Positivity. They know that Positivity will be with them until the Multiverse ends. They just need a little more time before they can say the same.

The story of PJ and Stain in the Flipped-Script Multiverse! Hope you are ready for this! Crack and Fluff.

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Five months.

The pregnancy only lasts for five months. Two months to build the souls, keeping the newly formed souls besides the carrier's soul. Ink, who doesn't have a soul, carries Paperjam and Stain where his soul would be. Then, one month to let the souls move down. From his ribcage to his prepared ecto-flesh. Where the souls would gather magic from Ink. The last two months are to collect extra magic and to listen/learn the voices and auras from outside of their protection.

Different from flesh monsters, Ink's "baby bump" is half the size of a normal baby bump. The reason is to protect the souls from any harm or danger. The extra magic is also what the souls feed on, some of the extra magic comes from anyone who wants to offer some to the carrier. So, that's where we find Ink and Blue.

Ink, craving Puff's (Undertale's Papyrus) spaghetti, asked Blue to take him over to see Puff and Classic. Puff obliged, making his best spaghetti for Ink as Classic and Blue talk. Blue, holding Ink in his lap, gives some of his magic to the small souls. Puff sits down to talk with them as well. Ink sighs softly, having his day free as the others fill in for his job. Some look over the AUs, while the others look for Dream, how he wishes his friend is here to hold him. Dream gives warm hugs.

Ink slowly eats his spaghetti as he listens to the conversation. He huffs slightly before feeling something off in his core. Classic slowly stops talking as he watches Ink. He notices the smaller put his plate down and move his hand towards his ecto-body. He sits forward as he watches Ink tap on Blue's hand.

"Ink, bud. you alright?" Ink looks over at Classic before shaking his head.

"I'm not feeling too good." Blue reaches for Ink's hand before feeling it melt into ink.

"Ink! You're melting!" Ink looks down at his legs before understanding what's going on. Before he can say anything, Blue cuts him off. "I'm going to take you to Sci! He'll know what to do! We'll see you two later!" With that, Blue stands up and cuts a portal to Science's lab. Leaving some of Ink's inky body on Classic's couch. 

Puff looks over at Classic before sighing. "I'LL CLEAN THE COUCH."

*** Sci was having a normal day. Outer in his lab, just floating and hanging out with him. He never minded, he rather enjoyed Outer's company. So here he was, having a nice lunch break with his boyfriend when a portal with Blue rushing out of it with something in his arms and turns Sci's day upside down.

"Blue?" Outer can barely get his name out before Blue rushes over to Sci, the portal closing behind him.

"Sci! You gotta help! W-we were just hanging out! A-and Ink started to melt!"

Sci finally recognizes Ink in Blue's arms. His body is covered in ink and seems to be more like a colored liquid than solid bone. He grimaces before remembering that Ink is carrying, and the situation grows more serious. He rushes Blue towards a small examination table. Blue places Ink down on it, not looking to see the amount of paint/ink on him.

"Sci, I'm fine. I just need some space." Sci looks over at Ink, surprised to see him awake before noticing how Ink's arm is so unsteady. He watches as it solidifies for a moment before melting once again.

"Space my ass. Ink, you're carrying two souls. We don't know what the fuck is going on. So you are going to lay there and let me help."

Sci rushes around to gather things to help monitor Ink as Blue steps out to call the others. Ink groans softly. He needs space and a lot more ink. He covers his face as his breathing picks up slightly. He needs to hold on, just till he gets more ink. Outer, noticing his friend's discomfort floats over to Ink.

"heya, pal. you ain't looking so good." Ink looks over to see Outer standing there with a worried look. Ink beckons him to lean closer, maybe Outer can help him. Outer leans in closer to Ink before Ink whispers something to him. His sockets widen in understanding before nodding. "we can go to my AU. it's quiet and roomy." Ink smiles.

"Yes, please. I'll go now, but please. A bucket would be just enough."

Outer nods with a slight salute before watching Ink use some of his magic to teleport straight to OuterTale. He hurries over to Science to explain what's going on.

"Where's Ink?!" Outer looks over to see Blue looking panicked at the empty table. Outer smiles.

"Blue! perfect!" Blue looks at Outer with confusion and panic. "go grab two or three buckets of extra paint or ink or whatever Ink has in the fountain, and bring them to my AU. there's no time to explain!" Blue nods before rushing off into the portal room to hurry to the Doodle Sphere. Sci sighs before grabbing things that he thinks he might need.

"Really? Why can't this be more simple? Why not just 'poof' and then baby? Why do we have to go and make it more complicated?" Outer shrugs before planting a kiss on Sci's cheek as he goes to inform the others of what's going on.

Ink leans against a tree in the clearing he goes to the most. It's not too cold, yet it still has soft snow on the floor. He will never understand it, but it's the one clearing he feels safe in. The one he goes on picnics in, the one that his friends will have tea parties in. He hurries to dig out a small pool for the extra ink. He groans before having to sit down. If he had enough ink, the twins would've already been here. But, he doesn't. So he needs more ink. So he doesn't end up losing most of his body to form theirs.

He waits there in the clearing, his scarf acting as a blanket as he huffs in pain. Suddenly, the familiar crackle of magic from someone teleporting close fills the area. He growls softly, ready to protect his small pool area before Blue pokes his head into view.

"Ink! I found you!" Ink smiles slightly as Blue gets closer. His smile wavers as he gets even closer to the edge and Blue notices. "Okay then. I'll just pour the ink from here, alright?"

Ink smiles gratefully as Blue pours three, four-liter buckets of ink into the pool area. Ink smiles, going to say something in gratitude but coming out as a croon. Blue blinks at the animalistic behavior before sighing. Maybe this was normal? He wouldn't know. It's Ink, nothing that would be normal is normal with him. He pulls out his phone as he watches Ink inspect the quality of the ink.

"BLUE!" He pulls the phone away from his skull due to Killer's volume.

"Hi, Killer. Before you ask, yes I found him." He glances over to see just the top of Ink's skull above the ink.

"You did?! Where is he?"

"We're in OuterTale. The small clearing we all go to? We're here." Killer smiles on the other line at Nightmare and Error with a nod.

"Thanks, Blue. We're on our way." Sci sighs before hurrying through the portal with the others.

"Alright, we'll be here." Blue ends the call before looking over at Ink. He squats down at the edge of the pool, Ink's eye lights landing immediately onto Blue. Weary of his movements. He doesn't want Blue in the ink, he's lacing it with pure creation magic to help create the bodies. "Hey, bud. The others are on their way, yeah?"

Ink looks away before dipping under the ink. Blue sighs, wishing the others will get there soon. Ink lets his body go in the ink. Letting himself become part of the ink, losing his legs and hips. Two bubbles of protection surround the two small souls He lets his magic slowly form the bodies, starting with their feet and slowly building the bones. Taking his time to make sure that every detail is right. That no bones are missing. Nothing wrong with their physical body. Other than their souls, he still won't know what they will look like until he's done.

"Woah."

Blue stands there, watching as the pool of black ink shifts in many different colors. Different designs and patterns swirl across the surface in a beautiful shade of ivory. He watches a faint glow coming from under the surface. He can faintly see two souls but he isn't sure.

"Blue! We're here!" Blue doesn't even turn around to see the others.

"woah." Outer floats over the pool in awe. It's so beautiful to watch.

"Holy shit." Killer grips onto Nightmare's hand as he stares at the pool. "Look, Nighty, look." Killer points at the ink level, watching it slowly drain. Nightmare blinks.

"Huh. That's interesting." Nightmare turns his attention to the two souls underneath. Watching the ink ripple in a circling manner around the two. "Is that... Inky?" Error grips the large scarf in his arms. One that he made for one of the twins. Ink had made the other, in Nightmare's hands.

"This is beautiful." Error's words are quiet, almost lost to silence.

Science's eye lights grow huge in fascination and wonder. "Forget normal births. This is amazing." He stands there and watches as two small rib cages are barely noticeable.

Ink senses the others there before circling the forming bodies. Using as much magic as he can to help the bodies finish forming. The pool of ink is almost half empty. The two twins are taking much more magic and ink than he had thought. But he doesn't mind. He continues to form their body with soft croons and coos. The others can hear the soft sounds outside of the puddle before a bright light catches them all off guard. Everyone covers their sockets before hearing two different loud cries. Nightmare, Error, and Killer all look first. Seeing Ink, half his body still ink, holding two smaller skeletons. One, parts of their skull floating in a fluid-like manner. The other, a crescent-shaped ink splotch on their skull. Ink pants softly as he looks up at the others, having used so much magic to help them.

"Inky!" Killer is about to step into the ink to help Ink, only to hear Ink growl at him. It's risky having other magic in pure ink. Emotion ink, creator's ink. Killer retracts his foot, unsure of how to get to him.

"Kiki, can we hold them now? I brought their blankets." Ink looks over at Error before crooning softly. He can't bring himself to move closer. Error notices before smiling softly. "I can use my strings, okay? I'll be careful."

Ink looks around before nodding with a whine. As warm as the ink is, the two need to be fed and clothed. He holds them close to his body as he waits for Error to guide his strings towards them, careful not to hurt the two or their souls. Ink guides the strings to wrap around them tight enough to pull them across, but loose enough that they wouldn't hurt them. Error slowly retracts his strings, pulling the twins across the pool and towards the group waiting to see them. Outer mumbles about how he could've gotten them, but feels his soul melt looking at the two small skeletons.

Sci is quick to pick up one, the second with a crescent moon ink splotch, and wrap him in a towel. Using gloves as to not touch the extra ink, he wipes off the excess before handing the now clean baby to Nightmare, who's holding the blanket with embroidered stars and moons on it. Nightmare wraps the blanket around the baby before sitting down to try and calm him down. He gently rocks them back and forth before humming to him. He smiles down at his beautiful son, the wider rib cage and smaller pelvis being the giveaway.

Killer watches as he turns to Error. "Can I?"

Error nods with a smile before handing the other blanket over to Killer before turning to Ink to help Outer and Blue get Ink out of the puddle. Killer turns to Sci just as Sci finishes wiping off the other baby. He hands the small child to Killer who wraps them in the blanket and then lays on the ground to properly swaddle them. Nightmare watches with a surprised look on his face.

"You learned how to swaddle a baby?" Killer nods with a smile.

"Wanted to learn, and did after Inky told us about them." He chuckles as he picks the baby up and holds them in his arms. "I felt bad that Inky had to unswaddle all those fruits and flour bags." Nightmare snorts before looking down at the now quieter baby.

"So, this one is-"

"Stain." Killer looks over at Ink, wrapped in a towel as well. He smiles before raising the small bundle in his arms with a questioning look. Ink lays back with a smile. "Paperjam. PJ for short." Killer nods before smiling down at PJ.

"Hey there buddy. I'm one of your dads. Nice to finally meet you." He raises PJ in the direction of Nightmare and Stain. "That's your papa and brother. And over there is your mama and other dads."

Nightmare looks down at Stain. "It's nice to finally meet you, Stain. We're happy you two are finally here."