TW: Description of a panic attack
Ink watched as Dr. A finished packing up his ES. She folded the small vials of clear liquid up with tissue paper and put them in a small plastic box.
"T-that should be i-it. Come back w-when the ES r-runs out. I-I'll be awaiting y-your return, Ink." Dr. A turned to Ink and handed him the small box. The creator opened his small tourist themed bag he had picked up in this AU. It had been too shiny and colorful for him to resist. Reaching down, he picked up Broomie.
"Welp, I hope that you'll have an awesome year or so, but I might stop by sooner! I have to explain the multiverse to your Sans and Frisk anyways. Maybe your Chara? It's always a coin toss on the Chara… anyways, I'll see you around!" As he stood up from the stiff office chair, he grabbed Broomie and made a portal.
"Wait, almost forgot!" Ink ran back and almost knocked over Dr. A as she was leaving. He squeezed her tightly before rushing off again.
"Thanks for everything! I'll never forget this! Probably!" Before Dr. A could respond, Ink had run off through the portal into the next AU.
People in suits bustled around him as he ran into an ally way. Judging by the fact that you could clearly see the sky, he had missed the teleportation destination of Underswap. He reached down for Broomie before realizing something.
He didn't have Broomie. He was stuck. Normally this would just be a minor inconvenience, and he would just find the nearest Sans. This time though, he didn't know which AU he was in. He wasn't even in the Underground, maybe not even Ebbot City. This was new. Ink had felt nervous and scared before, but this was something new entirely. His breathing quickened as he leaned against a storefront for support. Standing on his own felt impossible. His vision swam and his head pounded. A memory flashed through Ink's head.
"Classic! Breath! In for four… hold it… out for seven… good."
That what this was. A panic attack. Ink closed his eyes and focused.
C'mon Ink, you can do this…
In…
Hold…
Out...
In…
Hold…
Out...
In…
Hold…
Out...
In…
Hold…
Out...
He took another breath and opened his eyes. He was still unsteady, but his vision was stable again.
An hour or so passed as Ink tried to figure out what to do. He had no way to contact anyone he knew, was stuck in an unknown AU, and had no money or food. Alright. First thing, I get a job! Then somewhere to live… and we'll go from there!