(Sorry for the late update, I like to try and update this book everyday, but today I didn't wake up until 12, and my parents made me go out on an 5 hour hike, then do a bunch of chores when I got home, so I barely had any time on wattpad. But, for a while, I've been writing this short story about the Genocide route of normal undertale, and now it's completed and uploaded, so I recommend you guys go check it out! Also, finally, Nettislettus is being added to my story after all this time she has asked *claps* next chapter. Also, if you see any spelling errors, can you point them out? That would be very helpful so I can fix them.)

"I swear to god Dream," Ink groaned, "You got us lost in the forest for a pencil."

"But look," Dream said, holding out the shiny pencil as he nodded slowly, "It's a pretty pencil."

"How does that make a difference?" Ink asked.

"Because, pretty pencils are prettier then normal pencils, thus, more reason to have a pretty pencil!" Dream smiled.

"That's pencil-ist, you now have to apologize to every pencil for saying they are worthless compared to prettier pencils!" Ink said.

Ink and Dream had went to the park to talk about whatever reason Dream had asked him for, but once again, got distracted by a shiny end of a pencil he had spotted deeper within the large park.

And it was a tad deeper then they expected they had ran, because they ended up lost.

Ink didn't often get lost since he usually knew his way around town, and stayed close to the exits of the rather large park when he drew the scenery and stuck to the trails, but when they got off the trail, he had no idea.

"We're going to have to call the park ranger," Ink said, pulling out his phone as Dream hugged the shiny pencil to his chest, "Do you know their number?"

"No, whoops," Dream said.

"The park is pretty big, and there's been multiple reports of monsters and humans being attacked by bears and maimed," Ink groaned, "I have a child, I can't stay here!"

"Speaking of P.J, how is he? I haven't seen him since the transfer."

"He's doing fine, he's even made a friend, his names Fresh. They cuddle and play sometimes, it's really adorable."

"Aw!" Dream gushed as Ink texted his babysitter, "I can't wait until I have a little bag of bones for myself!"

Hey Purple

Hey Ink, when are you going to be done in the park?

Actually, there's a problem with that. I got lost in the forest, I have to find a say to contact the park ranger to find us💢💢

I would, but I have to watch P.J, sorry.

I'd rather you watch my son then abandon him. So, thanks👌👌👌

No problem, sorry I can't contact them. Couldn't you ask one of your friends?

Well, I know Killer lives near here since he had to ask me to register his address, so I'll just ask him🎉🎉🎉.

That's great, good luck! Watch out for the animals, I don't want to see on the news you were mauled by a bear. But since you're a capable monster, you should be fine, since you can use your brush to fight. You're a really strong fighter with your brush, so you'll be fine.

I left my brush in the car😥😥😥

That's bad.

Yeah, that's pretty bad. I'm going to call Killer now, seeya.

Good luck!

😬😬😬

I spit out my tea, lol.

Lol

Ink quickly exited from thr conversation before clicking on Killers contact. Being manager, he had every employees phone number in case he needed to contact them for work matters. Like Tainted, she had every branch managers phone number in case of an emergency.

Killer!!! I need your help!!!!

Who dis

It's Ink! Your boss!!!🏢🏢🏢

O, why u texting meh

Dear god I hope you don't use that horrid writing for your work😒😒😒

I hope u dont use emojis on ur work

Toché, but I need your help! Are you at home right now, near the EverForest Park?

Yup m8

Ok, so Dream and I went to the park and now we're lost off a path in the forest. Can you get the park ranger to find us?😭

How lost r u?

We've been lost for a little under half an hour⏰

I gues i can hep

You're texting is terrible

Ur emojis r terrible

"Ok," Ink said to Dream, "Killer is coming to help us. I guess we can spend this time to talk about whatever you wanted to."

"Oh, right!" Dream said, hitting his hand as he remembered, "I cried myself to sleep last night."

"What?" Ink asked, caught off guard by how calmly Dream had said that.

"Yeah, because you know how I get a crush after a day and get really attached?" Dream asked his Boss, "Well, I really, really like Killer, but he only talks about Horror and he's dating him and they probably make put and... And..."

Dream had been speaking really fast before he sunk down to the ground, crying loudly.

"Why don't any of my crushes ever like me?" Dream sobbed.

"Hey, hey, Dream, don't worry!" Ink said, quickly crouching down in the dirt and tree roots next to his friend, "We've already had this talk before, Dream, with Geno during Senior year. The world has weird and wacky ways to get people together, but you'll find your way to your special someone one day. You just have to wait for it."

You see, Ink, Geno, and Dream had all went to a high school together, that's why they decided to all go for the same type of work. Some of their friends went for their own goals, but they don't see those friends as much anymore since high school. Then there was Blue, Fell, and Edge, who all went to high school together. But other then that, no one else had went to high school together, that had just met in their job and happened to become friends.

"Yeah..." Dream sniffed, hugging his newly obtained pencil to his chest, "Do you think Killer is that special someone?"

"Possibly," Ink said, rubbing the shorter skeletons back comforting, "Possibly."

~~~~~~

It wasn't just Killer who was texting Ink.

Killer had a normal sized house a few minutes away from the large park, and he had a guest over. He was inside of his kitchen, which had white counters, a large silver fridge, and soapstone countertops. The worker was making a strawberry and banana smoothie, chopping a banana into pieces before dumping it into the blender.

Then his phone buzzed from the counter.

"Yo, can you grab that?" Killer called into the living room.

"Sure," His guest replied, strolling into the kitchen, "They said they need your help. I recognize the number, but I can't place where."

"It's probably someone from work," Killer told his co-worker, "Ask who it is, can you Error?"

"Already on it," Error said, typing in the message how Killer usually texts.

Killer washed off his hands before starting the blender, watching the fruit get obliterated inside of the machine before it was done, turning off the loud blender and pulling out two cups.

You see, Killer and Horror had moved into a house together, but Horror had dancing lessons on Mondays, so Killer had the house alone for a few hours. Killer didn't like to be alone often, so every Monday Error would come over and hang out. Sometimes they made fun of movies, and other times they just played video games. They were pretty good friends, helping each other out when needed. For example, Error helped Killer convince Horror to go out with him.

"It's Ink! It's Ink!" Error repeated over and over, "Killer, I'm stealing your identity to talk to him!"

"That's fine," Killer said casually, pouring two cups of smoothie before setting one in front of Error, "Does Ink really ignore you that much?"

"I don't blame him," Error sighed sadly, "After all, I did take the job he wanted after he told me how much he wanted it. It was a bad move, and I've been trying to apologize, but he won't listen."

"Yeah, backstabbing them does do that to people," Killer said, sipping a sip from his clear cup, "I mean, what you did was plain cruel."

"I knooooow!" Error groaned, slamming his skull into the counter, "I'm never touching drugs again!"

"I still remember that day," Killer chuckled, "You got super drunk, made out with that girl from Corprate, the one who was fired a week later, then got that job Ink was trying to get for weeks. He then transferred here, got this manager position, and shunned you every time he saw you."

"Don't remind me," Error grumbled before he perked up, "He's lost in the park! I can go save him! He'll at least be willing to talk to me after that, right?"

"I dunno," His co-worker shrugged, "After all, you cheated on him the night after you guys first had sex, stole his job, and said you didn't like him in the same day. That's pretty evil. I wouldn't put it past Ink if he never talked to you again."