"Where is it, where is it..."
The young man mumbled to himself, looking around curiously amongst the various drawings and paintings scattered, floating in the white void around him. Putting a finger to his lips, his eyes scanned over many different colors and shapes, making up intricate works of art.
"Ah yes, there it is...!"
He smiled to himself joyfully, quickly walking over to what he had been searching for, his coffee colored trench coat flowing behind him with each stride.
He was a complete mess, his dark brown hair awkwardly sticking up in places and various colored paint splotches stained his clothes, some streaks of it even coating one of his cheeks. His light teal eyes paid no mind to his messy appearance, though, as they were alight with excitement as his fingers gingerly plucked the painting out of the air in front of him as he approached it.
"Hey!"
A voice yelled, close enough to the boy that it made him jump - holding the picture close to his chest as he turned slightly to look over his shoulder in order to see who it was.
"Who the heck are you, a-and how did you even get in here??"
The equally as messy skeleton blinked rapidly in confusion, each time he did his pupils changed both color and shape.
They both stood and looked at each other for a solid minute, the boy's eyes scanning the shorter monster in front of him, his gaze stopping first at the skeleton's sash with various colored paints, and then at the exceptionally large paintbrush mounted on his back.
"I uh... came here for something that I needed." The brown-haired boy finally responded, a bit awkwardly, peeling his eyes away from the large art utensil.
"...That, didn't really answer any of my questions, but at least I know why you're here now." the monster replied, trying his best to be optimistic despite the odd circumstance.
The human only shrugged.
"Everything's gotta happen for a reason, right?" He smiled, an odd, cheerful smile.
"... I'm... Ink."
The monster seemed baffled, but for some reason unbeknownst to him, he couldn't think of any other response other than to introduce himself to the odd character before him, offering his hand for an honest handshake.
"My name's not important, but feel free to call me 'The Creationist' for now!" his smile only seemed to widen as he took Ink's hand, gratefully shaking it.
"The Creationist...?" Ink questioned, cocking a brow bone up at the boy.
"Well, just 'Creationist' is okay too." he replied lightheartedly.
"Well Mr. 'Creationist'-"
Ink's expression seemed to lighten up as he shook the human's hand, smiling.
"It's nice to meet you."
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"Who are those people? I don't remember painting that..."
"They're my friends… I think? I don't know, but I feel like I know them somehow."
"...Hey, one of them kinda looks like you, C."
"That's, weird… the other one kind looks like you, Ink…"