Ink woke up to the whining of his child.

The manager sat up, rubbing his tired eye sockets before swinging the rainbow blanket off his legs. His room was small but cute, with a large bed in the center, the walls painted with a meadow scene, the ceiling painted as a galaxy. There was two white dressers on each side of his bed, decorated vases Ink made himself sitting on top. Across from the bed was his closet, which was a small closet filled with different types of clothing. Ink was dressed in baggy colorful Pajamas that went below his ankles and brushed the floor when he walked.

He stretched before standing up, wobbling his way into the hallway before going into the room next door, which was creaked open. That was where the source of the crying was coming from.

The room was a nursery room, decorated with cutely drawn animals on the walls and a bright blue sky for the ceiling. There was small shelves on the walls filled with different baby items. Toys, diapers, ect. But what Ink was heading to was the little crib in the corner of the room, where his child was located.

Little P.J.

It was the same child Purple FluffBall had been watching, with black bones flailing around as he cried. His hands were pulled into little fists, his purple and yellow fingers hidden in his palms. He was dressed in a light blue onesie. The top left corner of his skull was drifting an inch away from the rest of his body, sloshing around in the air slowly.

He then peeled his eyesockets opened when he heard Ink approaching, revealing bright yellow sparkling eyes on a violet background. His right eye was a simple yellow pupil, while his left eye was a large yellow star with a blue inside, a small black dot in the center. He looked up at Ink as Ink made it to the crib, his crying stopping immediately.

That's P.J, he hates being alone.

"Hey little guy," Ink said softly, reaching down into the crib and carefully picking up his child.

P.J started giggling and unclenched his fists, using his small little baby hands to reach up and touch Ink's face as he made unintelligible sounds between his giggles.

"Are you happy Daddy's here?" Ink asked, ticking his little ribcage.

P.J giggled even more, squirming around in his Fathers arms and trying to grab into his hand.

"Let's go feed you some food, you little guy!" Ink said, pinching his cheek slightly, earning more giggles.

Ink carried his little bundle of joy downstairs, setting him down at his high chair before grabbing a bottle of milk he had mixed the night before. However, at that exact moment, his phone rang from the countertop, where it was plugged in.

The kitchen was large, with an bar extending from the wall and a large island in the center of the kitchen. It was pretty clean, except for a few dirty plates in the sink he had to remember to wash.

"Hello?" He answered the call as he unplugged his phone, which was at 100% battery.

"Hey Ink, it's Error," Errors voice came through, making Ink freeze.

"How did you get my personal number?" Ink demanded, pressing the phone between his skull and shoulder as he grabbed the bottle and approached his child, who was eagerly waiting for his breakfast.

"I have my sources, Inky!" Error said.

"Don't. Call. Me. That," Ink said, gently pressing the bottle into P.J's mouth, "You lost that when you betrayed me."

"Look, Inky, please, I'm sorry. The reason I transferred was to be able to apologize t-"

"Don't choke on it!" Ink suddenly interrupted, quickly pulling away the bottle before his child could drink too much without breathing, "Breath little guy, breath!"

"Who are you talking to?" Error asked, sounding confused.

"Um..." Ink pondered a good lie to tell his second in command, "I'm babysitting for a friend, but it's none of your business!"

"I know when you're lying, Inky."

"Don't call me that!" Ink yelled into the phone before ending the call, putting the phone onto the counter.

"I hate this," Ink muttered, tears threatening his eye sockets as he sunk down to his knees, "Even though he stabbed my back, he still insists on torturing me like this."

"Gaaah!" P.J whined from his seat, waving his arms awkwardly to try and please his Father, who he knew was upset.

Ink looked up at him before standing up, scooping his loving child into his arms and hugging him close.

"You make me feel better everyday, thank you," Ink muttered, closing his eye sockets and rocking back and forth with him in his arms.

The rest of the morning flowed by more smoothly. He burped P.J, changed his diaper, dressed him up, then got changed himself, made himself some breakfast, got his things together, then drove off to work.

Well, to a certain artistic centered place ten minutes away from his house.

He carried P.J inside with his baby carrier, using his back to push open the glass door, making it swing open as a little bell rung.

"Oh, hello Ink!" Purple Fluffball said as she was washing off her paintbrushes, "How are you doing this morning?"

"Fine, thank you. How about you?" Ink asked, setting down the baby carrier before he pulled P.J out.

"Doing well, thank you as well," She said, "Was he whining last night?"

"Not too much, he only woke me up once!" Ink said, laughing, "I think I should move him to my room, because he hates being alone."

P.J didn't like being alone. If someone else was in the room, he was fine, so Purple Fluffball was a good babysitter for him because all of her work was in one room, and P.J was always guarded by her. Not to mention, since she was pretty close to Ink's work, he could drive down if something happened.

"That might be a good idea," She said, "But I have a playpal for him today, so he might have a bit more fun."

Ink looked over at the children's area to see another child looking up at him with a curious expression.

He was the same size and age as P.J, with a large red and blur cap on backwards on his head. He was wearing a light blue shirt with bright green jeans, a pair of YOLO sunglasses tapped to his skull.

"Roo!" He said loudly, "Raaaooo!"

"Gooo!" P.J said back, poking his skull with a teddy bear.

"His name is Fresh," Purple Fluffball said, walking up next to Ink, "I figured P.J might get a bit lonely when I'm drawing so I offered to take care of him for the day. I think they'll get along just fine."

Ink watched as his son and the other child both played with a teddy bear together, before replying, "I'm sure they will."

~~~~~~

When Ink walked into work, he was met with a chair flying towards him.

Ink quickly used his large paintbrush to knock it aside, slamming it into the wall next to him.

"What the heck guys?" Ink demanded.

"I refuse to do that!" Nightmare yelled at Cross, "I said something reasonable!"

"What's going on?" Ink demanded, pushing apart Nightmare and Cross.

"He wants me to eat hot sauce all day for our bet!" Nightmare yelled, "And it's not within reason!"

"How is it not within reason? I only have a hundred packets of extreme hot sauce," Cross asked, gesturing to the pile of Taco Bell hot sauces on his desk.

"You're desk is all messy now Cross," Ink grumbled.

"Looks like you have a," Sans prepared for the pun.

"Don't you dare!" Blue yelled from his desk.

"A hot mess!" Sans said.

"My god!" Blue complained, throwing his hands into the air.

"Look, Cross, think of something else, ok?" Ink said, sighing, "And take the chair from the empty desk Nightmare, since you're chair just split in half."

"How about we figure it out later?" Cross asked.

"...That sounds acceptable," Nightmare sighed, "Just call me whenever you thought of it."

"That's fine," Cross agreed, "You can go grab your chair."

"I'll throw this out," Lust offered, climbing out of his seat in order to pick up the now broken seat that used to belong to Nightmare.

Nightmare went over to the empty desk near Dust and Horror, grabbing the chair from there and rolling it over to his desk.

"Glad their quiet now," Geno mumbled, getting back to work.

Ink went into his Office while Nightmare sat down on his new chair, it squeaking as he sat down, causing Fell and Blue to cringe.

"It's a squeaky one," Fell grumbled, "Really?"

"I guess so," Nightmare said, it squeaking again under it, "Can we switch chairs?"

"No," Fell said.

"Fine," Nightmare said.

He stood up and picked up the chair, briskly walking over to the receptions desk, where Lust wasn't because he was throwing away the chair.

Sans and Cross turned to watch as Nightmare swapped his chair for Lust before returning back to his seat.

Thus, the chair wars began.

It was a few minutes before Lust came back and sat in his chair, immediately noticing the squeaking that wasn't there before. It didn't take long for him to figure out what happened.

"Nightmare, give me back my chair!" Lust said.

"Hm, nah," Nightmare said, leaning back in his non-squeaky chair.

Lust frowned at him befire standing up, dragging the chair behind him to Sci's desk, which Sci wasn't at because he wasn't in yet. He then swapped their chairs before rolling back to his desk on his new chair.

"I-Is this going t-to h-happen all d-day?" Alphys asked Death.

"Probably," Death grinned, looking at the squeaky chair located at the head of Accountants desk, "This day will get interesting."

~~~~~~

It was full out war on the chair.

No one wanted the squeaky chair, so when Sci got it, he switched it with Geno's when Geno had to go mail our some forms. Geno then swapped it with Dream by tricking him and saying there was something shiny in the hallway. Dream then waited until Horror made a copy before swapping chairs with him. After that, Horror managed to tell Error Ink wanted to talk to him, which Ink didn't want to, before swapping chairs. Error was pretty upset, so he threatened Horror a bit before calming down. He then used his blue strings to pick up Sans, who fell asleep on the job, swap chairs, then set him back down.

Now it was lunch, and Sans was asleep again, so no one was afraid to leave their chairs to go eat lunch.

However, when Nightmare sat back down at his desk after lunch, his chair squeaked.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Nightmare complained, looking up at Sans.

Who was leaning back in a non-squeaky chair, wiggling his fingers in a mocking wave.

"I'll just take that chair back when you move," Nightmare said to Sans.

"I'm sure you will," Sans said.

He then made a big show of scooting his chair from under his desk before kicking his feet to propel himself to the side, towards Nightmare's direction. He then turned his chair and kicked again, winking at Nightmare as he passed by, before his chair lightly bumped against the water container. He filled a small cup before taking a sip of it.

"Too bad I'm not leaving this chair," Sans said, crossing his arms.

~~~~~~

By the end of the day, Ink was the one stuck with the squeaky chair, bevause he had no idea what was going on outside because of his office. So, he stood up and went to the bathroom, Nightmare took that opportunity to swap his chair.

Lust giggled as he watched Ink looked rather confused as he leaned back in the different feeling chair then his own.

"So, who took my chair?" Ink asked the office employees, lifting the squeaky chair into the air, "Because I want mine back, thank you very much."

No one admitted to it, everyone looking away from him.

"Fine, I'll go take another chair," Ink muttered, walking out of the large room.

~~~~~~

Edge walked into his small Office, being head of the transporting paper department, he had a small Office where he could finalize shipments and documents for his department. Of course, Ink was still his Boss, but he was Boss of the rest of the warehouse.

"Huh, that's weird," Edge muttered, sitting down in his chair, which was quiet squeaky, "It wasn't like that before."