Chapter One

The magic swishes around his bone, encasing him as his body glitches in distress. He desperately tries to claw it off with string covered hands, his magic battling against the intrusion and losing. He screams in fear, begging for help as his glitched voice echoes against the white.

But nobody came.

And he was consumed.

…

Fear pounds through his body as a strange feeling forces its way through him, his paintbrush dropped from white fingers. Standing, he stumbles away, blindly trying to get away from the magic starting to encase him. Paint splatters onto the ground, surrounding his now kneeling form. His vision goes black and he passes out. Consumed by magic not his own.

…

Dream happily jumps into Ink's home, floating around the universe's on paper and small islands. He looks around for the creator, frowning slightly when he is not spotted. He lands on the biggest isle, walking around origami trees and shapeshifting creatures made of colorful ink. It was weird that Ink could not be found floating around and looking after the au's, but not unheard of, so Dream wasn't too worried.

Often times, when the creator wasn't found watching the au's while sketching something or another, he could be found on one of his islands, the most likely to find him on being the biggest isle that Dream traverses now, looking for any sign of the colorful skeleton. Finding none, he stops and contemplates where Ink could be. Turning around to do a more close search of the island a splash of colors catch his eyelights. They focus on a canvas with a half finished painting of a landscape with paint capsules tipped over and covering the dirt, surrounding a heap of clothes; Ink's clothes.

Now more than slightly worried, Dream rushes over to the clothes pile. He inspects it for any sign of the skeleton, or blood from an injury. He did not like the idea of a naked Ink running around injured. Finding no sign of an injury, Dream breathes out a sigh of relief. However, that leaves a very important question of where Ink could possibly be, and without his clothes too. Just the thought of a naked Ink roaming around has Dream blushing for various reasons. It was very undignified, after all.

Picking up the clothes pile with the intentions of finding Ink and giving him a lecture on why clothes stay on, 'no, you can not follow in the ways of underlust', he finds it to be heavier than what it should be with an oddly shaped solid thing in the middle. Confused, Dream starts to unwrap the bundle. What he sees shocks him. He was going to need help.

…

Red grumbles and glares at all the other Sans' and Papyrus', particularly the younger brothers that came to this impromptu meeting that Dream had called, meaning all of them. The board of originals, a very original name, had been called together, in the middle of the night he might add, by Dream about Ink. Now, don't get Red wrong, he cares about what goes on with the creator, especially if it's something bad, because the guys their protector from being stronger than themselves, as much as he hates that, but right now, in the middle of his sleep cycle, is not a good time for anything. So, as he glares about the room, his younger, more energetic brother behind him and glaring at him, he thinks that this better be good in the sense of it being life threatening. Because if it was not, then he was going to have a good time, one way or another.

"Okay," Dream says, finally starting the meeting. Weirdly enough, he was holding a bundle of cloth to his chest very protectively. "So I know a lot of you must not be happy with being here now, and as a thank you for coming, I will personally see to it that you get the best dreams of your life for a week."

"Oh, honey," Lust interrupts, "There's only one Dream I want." He winks to the now flustered Dream. His brother, Pink, just lightly pats his head and tells him he to go to sleep and he'll explain it to Lust later. Apparently Lust gets more horny and flirtatious the more tired he is.

'Lucky ass', Red thinks, looking around again and seeing that the only older brother still awake besides him is Mob and Slim. He decides that the one to blame for this transaction of unfairness is Dream and turns all of his glaring intent at the now yellow glowing skeleton.

"Um, so I'm just going to get to the point, so that I don't waste any more of your time. Ink got turned into a baby."

Silence encases the room as Dream starts to unravel the bundle. Inside, Red can see a tiny skeletal head with closed eyes and ink stained cheeks. He checks the baby.

Name; Ink

Attack;10 (with paint brush plus 50 attack, with paint plus 10 attack)

Defence; 30 (with scarf plus 20 defence, with hoodie plus 5 defence)

HoPE; 120

LoVE; 1

He is now a sleeping younger brother.

Red could hardly believe his eyes, so he turns to Edge. His older brother doesn't pay him any mind as he stars harder at the sleeping face that Dream presented them with.

"How did this happen?" Edge finally asked.

"I don't know. I just found him like this." Dream answers, nervously pulling the bundle closer to his chest. "But that's not the only reason I called you guys here. You see; I can't take care of him. I'm already behind in my work and I need to get going. But I can't take anyone with me, especially not a baby that probably doesn't know how to use his magic, so I wanted to know if any of you could take him in, if only for a little while? Please?"

One by one the younger brothers expressed their regrets at not having the time or the privacy to take him in. One by one, each universe was taken off till there was just two. Underfell and Swapfell.

"Honestly, I would kill the brat at the first sign of a tantrum, and my mutt has better things to do than look after yours." Razz says.

Red starts to sweat as his own brother remains silent. Underfell was not a good place to have children, especially ones so colorful and bright. Not unless they were under the Kings watch. There was no way they could keep him, even if only for a day.

"We have time."

Are the dreaded words that comes from behind him. Everyone looks uncomfortable with these words, Dream looks like he would rather take his chances of bringing the child along, but he soon gives in. Everyone awake watches with trepidation (except fucking Razz) as Edge is handed the baby. Really, his brother was the best choice for handling children, and Red actually loves them, never felt more alive than when he was getting a beating to protect his bro, it was just the universe that was the problem. They couldn't allow the little tike outside, not without serious supervision, and they had things to do, as much as Red doesn't want to do them, so they couldn't stay inside to watch over him. He doesn't see how this is going to end in anything but a problem.

However, he kept his mouth shut. He watched as Dream handed over the bundle, how his brothers eye sockets softened just slightly and his mouth gave a twitch of a smile. The way his large hands, big enough to cover Sans' own skull, carefully cradles the weaker being. He kept his mouth shut because of how much joy he could see in his brother with such a little thing as being able to protect such a precious light. And he knows exactly how that feels.

What the hell had they gotten themselves into?