I had so much fun writing this chapter you have no idea.

"Inky!"

Ink was standing in kitchen, rummaging around in the large white fridge in the kitchen. On ether side stood brown counters with black marble on top, brown cabinets hanging above them. He looked up, his star and blue eyes moving towards the glass and wooden door to the yelling person.

It was none other than his second in command, Blue.

Blue was shorter then his boss, but he was also a skeleton. He had a long blue scarf that fluttered behind him slightly, with a grey short sleeved shirt under it. He also had on a pair of dark blue pants with blue boots. Blue was the assistant Manager, also called the backup boss. Whenever Ink was away, he would be in charge. Which was at least once a week, since Ink often had to go to meetings.

"Hey Blue, what's up?" Ink asked, not moving as Blue squezed him into a tight bear hug.

"I saw Tainted walk out!" Blue said, letting go of Ink as he spoke, "Did you get a raise?"

"Yes and no," Ink groaned, shuting the fridge with a soft click, "She did promote me to the head of the Eastern Branch, but that means we had to absorb the Possesive Branch."

Blues face fell after he said that, but he tried to retain his happiness.

"Well, that means we'll get new friends and we'll get double the work done!" He said, his happy smile returning.

"But Error is becoming Assistant Manager."

Blues face fell one more, and it stayed that way. He opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again.

"I'm sorry, Blue, it wasn't my choice," Ink apologized, not looking up to make eye contact.

"It's... it's fine..." Blue muttered, looking down at his shoes, "It's not like I wanted to be it anyway..."

"Blue!" Ink called out to his friend, who was rushing out of the room in a hurry.

And Blue was gone.

Ink sighed, lowering his hand. Blue was probably running of to his fiancè, a worker in the warehouse downstairs named Edge. In Ink's opinion, Edge and Blue weren't the best for each other.

To be honest, for Ink, Edge didn't seem like a good fiancé at all. First off, he usually got drunk after work, and went home angry to Blue. Ink doesn't have evidence, but he thinks Edge hurts Blue when he gets drunk. Not physically, because Blue has no scars, but emotionally. Wearing him down, making him emotionally and physically exhausted all the time. Ink has seen the results, Blue falling asleep at his desk after a long night, constantly fearing if Edge was drunk or not, and he could never get work done at home, he sometimes stayed for nights at the Office to avoid hs drunken lover. Blue was sensitive emotionally, one insult, such as what just happened, would send him into a depressed state for the rest of the day. And if someone didn't cheer him up, it would last for quiet awhile.

The second reason was because Edge wasn't even trying to actually get married to Blue. They had been engaged for the past four years, and Edge wasn't even trying to discuss wedding plans with Blue. Whenever Blue approached him with the topic, Edge would break out a beer and get drunk in no time, yell at Blue, pass out, get over his hangover with Blue helping him, then the cycle would repeat the next time.

The third reason was because Edge just wasn't right for Blue. Sure, they went to high school together, but they didn't seem to click. Edge was controlling, always demanding from Blue. He yelled a lot, would get mad over the littlest things, get drunk, and would never appreciate Blue. Blue, who believed everyone could show good, always said Edge has a good side, and would support him. If Edge said he didn't want Blue to do something, Blue would listen. If Edge told Blue to come to a loud and crowded bar just to torture Blue, he would do it. Once, Edge saw Blue bump into Lust and Edge forbade Blue from ever talking to another male, and Blue listened. Ink took an hour to convince Edge he had to let Blue talk to people because he needed to for his job.

In conclusion, Ink didn't like Edge very much.

Ink was broken from his thoughts when the head of the accounting, Sci, walked in. He was the same height as Ink, with large round glasses taped to his skull, since he had no nose. Sci was wearing a baggy, dark green turtle neck sweater with baggy brown khakis and black tennis shoes. He was carry a few files of paperwork in his skeleton hands.

"Hey Ink, what was that all about?" Sci asked, glancing back at the door before looking at his Boss, "Why's Blue running off crying?"

"Corporate wants to merge both the Eastern branchs together," Ink sighed.

"Oooh, ouch," Sci said, adjusting his glasses.

"And Blue was removed from his position and is being replaced with Error."

"Double ouch, no wonder the poor guy is crying. How are you handling this?"

"Trying not to get frustrated that Error will be my Second in command, and not Blue."

"I can see that, here."

Sci set down the files onto the black countertop, his eye sockets narrowing in concentration as he rummaged throughout the fridge.

"I was going to give this to you later, since you managed to close that deal yesterday, but I'll give it to you now," Sci said, pulling out a large container of apple cider.

"Apple cider!" Ink squealed, snatching the container and hugging it close to his chest.

Ink was a sucker for anything autumn related. Oh, how Ink loved the holiday. The way the leaves looked when they changed color, and how so many places became perfect for drawing. And Ink simply adored the food, especially the apple cider and pumpkin ice cream. Whenever it was autumn, Ink would take the Office on inspirational 'field trips', walking to apple fields to pick apples, or go into corn mazes. Even hs birthday was in autumn, which might have promoted the love for it.

Sci's cousins worked on an apple farm, which was how he received apple cider before it was even autumn. He usually didn't mind, since it was always fun to watch Ink's reaction to receiving his most favorite reward for doing simple tasks.

But the cider usually was gone in a day.

"Thank you!" Ink thanked him, jumping up and down before hugging Sci.

Sci laughed and pulled away with Ink, repicking up his files before saying he has to go back to work and left.

Ink happily left the kitchen carrying his gift, a giddy grin on his face as he walked out. However, he was stopped by two of his workers.

Dream and Geno, both of which are skeletons.

Dream was dressed in a golden robe that went to his waist, a round red orb with a white star in it holding it against his chest. He also had a blue shirt with white outlines on, a golden belt going around his waist. He also had on a darker shade of blue pamts and a pair of golden boots.

Geno had a long ref scarf wrapped around his neck, draping down to the floor behind him. He was wearimg a white hoodie over a white shirt, a long red leaking line of blood soaked across the shirt. He also had on a black pair of shorts and a white pair of slippers. Over his right eye, white static covered it completely, making it look like a clean white surface.

"Ink, are we really absorbing the Possesive Branch?" They both aksed at the same time, making Ink jump.

"How did you find out so quickly?" Ink asked them, double checking his apple cider to make sure it was properly sealed, "I just found out a few minutes ago!"

"Sci just walked by muttering it. That's why you can't place him in the corner, he passes everyone on the way amd he tends to mutter stuff," Geno said, pointing back at Sci, who was sitting down at his chair, "Not to mention Blue was crying earlier."

"I hope Blue is ok..." Dream muttered, glancing at the door.

"He will be, he's Blue, he bounces back up after a fall," Be no waved him off, "Is it true Ink?"

"Yeah..." Ink muttered.

"Well, that sucks," Geno groaned, "I have to be more social, I hate doing that."

"Hey, we agreed you had to try and be more social, so this is the first step!" Dream said, giving him a thumbs up.

"I should probably make the announcement, huh?" Ink asked them.

"Yup." Dream said.

"Excuse me!" Ink called out to the Office, standing up on a nearby empty desk as he clapped his hands together, "I have an announcement to make!"

"Did you get a dog?" A male skeleton called out.

He was slightly taller then Ink, and was leaning back in his desk chair. His right eye was red, his left eye was white, and there was a little red acar under his right eye. He had on a white fluffy sweater that was unzipped, a simple black sweater underneath. Over top was two atrips of fabric going over his chest, making an X shape. He also had on black basketball shorts with two white X's on each side, a long with white tennis shoes. His name was Cross.

"No, I'm pawsitive that your idea is barking up the wrong tree." The person at the desk to his left said a pun, earning a giggle from Geno in the corner and a muffled fit of laughter from Lust, who sat at the reception desk near the wooden door leading to the elevator.

The person who just spoke was Sans, and was slightly shorter then Ink Sans. His head was in his crossed arms on the desk, and he only lifted his skeleton head to say his pun. He had plain white eyes and a simple blue hoodie on with white fluff on the back of it. He also had on black basketball shorts with two white lines on the side and pink slippers on his feet.

"Guys, we're absorbing the Possesive branch, ok?"

And silence engulfed the Office.

"We're doing what now?" Sans asked, sitting up straighter.

"Oh boy, this will get interesting," Cross sighed.

Ink climbed back off the desk, landing in the blue carpet with a soft thunk. From a desk next to Geno stood up a dinasour looking creature, with glasses on the edge of her yellow snout like nose. She was slightly hunched over, with a light red dress going slightly past her knees revealing the rest of her legs. She was Alphys, the other person sitting in the corner with Sci in the math section of workers.

"W-Will they be j-joining m-my department?" Alphys asked, pressing her two pointer fingers together out of shyness.

"Most likely, since you guys have four desks and you only use two of them," Ink said, Alphys hugging herself as she sat back down.

"Just great, I'll be stuck with annoying people calling mr nerd. I thought I already escaped high school!" Sci whined, throwing his hands into the air.

"Nope, drama will follow you everywhere. So spooky!" Cross taunted, wiggling his fingers at Sci, who stuck out his green tounge in return.

"I thinked he just schooled you Sci," Sans chuckled, resting his head back into his arms before soft snoring filled the air.

Lust burst out laughing and fell backwards out of his chair, landing on the ground with a thud behind the round reception desk.

From the ground, he yelled in triumph, "I found my shirt again!"