Inky Mistakes. ( Reincarnated!Reader)

[Ch.2] Better then ever!

A/N; I tried. I don't have any drawing app or tablet. And I'm too lazy to color in  a notebook, and I suck at coloring in a notebook, so if u want to see it.. ask, but um..not rn.

P.s, The shoulder piece is VERY thin, so it goes above the color bone. So it's not exactly like Inks outfit!

Also, comment on THIS one what you think the vials are, which cause I'm confused about the Black one. I thought it was scared, but then I looked at the purple and was like, "That seems more," scared fitting."

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I woke up to muffled words but couldn't stay awake, so I fell back asleep.

I woke up again, feeling.. Hollow, like something IS there. I just can't access it. I can't reach it even though it's there.

I sighed, I know everything about people who don't even exist yet, and I know that if I'm not in a white void, then I'm not the protector, I'm the creator.

I felt the need to practice creating something thing, so I just followed blindly to it. I looked down, "I need clothes," I mummbled. I grabbed the broom.

I twirled it a few times. It felt like a right fit. I then infused some of my magic into the brush, giving it my magic of ink, creating, and more. I then splashed some on the ground and created a pencil and notebook, sitting back down and starting to draw like it was instinct.

"FATE really done and messed up." I mummbled darkly, then small amount of emotions rising up momentarily. Unknown to me, FATE shivered as if she was gonna have a bad time if she messed up.

I then stopped, my drawing once I realized everything was done. It had a tight black turtleneck with a white croptop over it, with some sort of other cloth or armor to keep the shirts from falling off and to hold the brush. It was brown, gold, and teal.

I had the loose but tight pants that look like they've been put in ink on the bottom. With the classic ink gloves.

The sash was now turned into a belt, with heart clips that were colored what vial would be inside. It had socks that covered all of my legs except the toes.

I then picked up the brush that was again covered in ink at the tip, splashed it on the drawing, and the ink absorbed the drawing right off the paper.

I would've been in awe if I felt something with a bored gaze. I saw the ink turn a bright white, then turn into the clothes on the paper, with the colors I drew on the paper.

I put the brush on the ground gently and walked over to the clothes, I started to put them on, and when I finished, I noticed the sleeves a little too long, I took of the armor peace and threw it on the ground, the sleeves flowing in the air as I did, I then picked the notepad back up, carefully moving the belt out of the way, if though it didn't have anything in the moment.

I started to think, an idea popped into my head, I drew thick, rainbow like strings, and a sewing kit. I did the same thing that I did with the clothes, and then roughly yanked the top peace back to my, then started to stitch the sleeves up.

I did the same fluid motion over and over again until I was done with the one arm and moved on to the next one. My thought process was a bit fuzzy, I was wondering how I got here, my 'nerves' calming down. Even though I didn't know I had any, which I believe confused me, didn't Inks have zero emotions?

Before I knew it, I was done, now shining, rainbow, noticeable rainbow strings, that went from red to purple where on my sleeves. I then put the shoulder piece back on, locking the brush on my back.

I then went over to the vials and brought them out of their holders one by one after taking a small swig of them, I then dropped them into them into their respective compartments and closed them. The upside down hearts are proving useful on keeping them closed.

I then felt more alive, I made sure to avoid the pink one, the white one, and the black one. If I remember correctly, the pink one is to make you 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂.

Which I don't want right now, The white one is supposed to convert me back to being... gone, and Black.. I'm not sure.

I I noted everything down on what vial does what, I even made a big puffy scarf to note things down if I lose the notebook. It's essentially a lighter brown at the top and gets darker towards the bottom until it's faded to black. With a little pocket for a paint pen.

And this is what I wrote down:

Red, anger, or Rage the more I drink.

Orange, Confusion, or Curiosity.

Yellow, happiness, fondness, awe, or content.

Green, disgust, and envy or jealousy.

Teal, calmness, or Nuetralilty

Blue, Depressesion, sense of dread, sadness, or guilt.

Purple, nervousness, a sense of being scared or terrified.

Pink, Love, Flirting, or Lust.

White, blank, bleakness, emotionless.

Black, I don't know.

I scribbled down the last of the information, a frown forming on my face when I get to black.

I looked down to the left, on my hip, my sash hanging there, and the clean, brand new heart clips on the pouches shine nicely against the light that's shown in the doodle-sphere.

But my attention was more focused on the Black vial. I wondered what it did and why all my instincts told me not to use it.