Prologue / Ultimatum

> "at the edge of time, even machines may bleed. Even the lifeless follows a life cycle, and so before creation must come destruction." - Manfeld O'brien
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## Act I - Harsh beginnings

Twas' 12:55 PM in the noon, another couple minutes and an hour passing by across a masterpiece, a canvas of light depicting many beautiful islands floating above the endless nothingness... it was like heaven, really, but there wasn't any angels or bright clouds in the sky to greet anybody, just a little osseous painter who was standing on top of one of these Islands. He was a protector of the series of worlds that hid behind doors, doors that would lead to a different underground city... if not a city on the surface, it all depended on the history following the world behind that door, so most were adjacent to each other. This was just another day in the Doodlesphere, a realm that encompasses the UNDERTALE multiverse. It was one of a couple, actually, but for Ink! sans, this wasn't any ol' sea in the sky. For him, this was practically his home, if not the closest one could consider to be his house, if one stay in the Omega timeline had anything to say about it. This was just an average Monday, and for Ink, nothing interesting really happens on a Monday. He'd rather wait for a Tuesday.

Ink was busy playing the flute somewhere in the doodlesphere, practicing his high notes where nobody could hear him. Twas' a peaceful monday... at least, until someone entered the doodlesphere themselves. It was a human that had entered, but one that Ink grew to be weary of. Hacker! Frisk was just another out!code in the dozens, one who sought to trick & troll as they pleased. While Ink wasn't above a little mischief, their hacking & manipulating of timelines was against the will of the creators, hence forcing him to deal with hacker so they wouldn't screw around with the scripts. Ink had approached hacker once more, setting down his flute & Ink-hopping to their location so they can negotiate. "messing with scripts again?" Ink remarked, telling that Hacker had a file that contained... well, more files. Hacker Frisk did respond, but to ink's dismay, it was the usual; "Can y0u leave? 1'm d1dn't ask f0r a player tw0."

"And I'm asking you to please leave the scripts alone. Look, I get it's funny, but the creators probably wouldn't want you to mess with their hard work. Capiche?", Ink once again began barking at hacker with defiance, only for them to stop talking and just leave, dissipating into the command line so they can continue. Ink was somewhat aggravated by this stubborn vandal, but that "Somewhat" of aggravation was slowly going to devolve into pent up aggression, as now he had a vandal on the loose; "Aw, come on!" indeed. He began to chase hacker, finding himself in old AUs such as Underfell & Underswap to see them change the scripts for their own amusement. From watching them switching everyone's outfits in Underfell for fruit themed costumes to cloning underswap sans 68 times, this act of trolling was minor, but just enough to get a couple other out!codes after them. Somewhere in Outertale, Core! Frisk was giving Delta a proper tour across the multiverse, as while the wanderer may have been in some AUs, but it'd be better if they knew what was going on where, and what to watch out for when visiting. However, just as the two were about to go somewhere else, Hacker had arrived with the intent to troll, as noticed by A temmie chasing their rocket shop, which was flying in a "Section S" pattern... disaster struck once more, forcing the two to engage them & put a stop to their tomfoolery, but their attempt would be futile. Delta Exclaimed to hacker "Somebody's gonna have to teach you some manners!", before squaring up with the code manipulating maniac, only to see their own fist betray them. "Well EXCUUUSE ME, S1R, 1've g0t m0re pranks t0 pull, so can y0u PLEASE m0ve s0 1 can g0?", remarked the hacker, only to be surrounded by Ink & the duo. Once again, Hacker disappeared, using the command line to escape their grasp & further agitate Delta, who responded with "I wasn't being literal".

Ink had to explain the incident with the two, as he failed to catch hacker in their rampage. "I tried to stop them from making a mess in the timelines, but they're just too slippery!" his mind went blank for a second, luckily he had written the incident in detail on his scarf. "I go to get ahold of them, and then boom, they're gone. It's like trying to catch a rat in a wheel chair, except every time we fail, they'll just ruin another script after another!". Core assessed his speech with a sense of guilt. It just so happened that hacker wasn't the only one messing with scripts recently, as it was 3 days ago when the self proclaimed destroyer, Error! sans, had attempted to delete an AU that was hardly getting on foot, and almost managed to get away with it. Ink's patience was running dry, and they were on the urge of exploding, seeing as they almost drank the entire bottle of red paint. Core! Frisk was going to insist on evacuating everyone to their own place, a peaceful dimension known as the Omega timeline, though little did they know who was listening in on their conversation. Core made the recommendation, stating "I'd take everyone to the Omega timeline for now. as a guardian, your duty is to keep the scripts in check, but until we can find a way to stop the vandals, we'll need to make sure nobody is harmed in the act".

Ink was getting rather tired of chasing the hacker around, and since it was only they who could stop the madness, a break for the inhabitants would be a saving grace.

## Act II - Cooperation

Prior to the events of Hacker frisk's prank spree, the day ink was busy practicing high notes was rather typical, with no worries in the world outside of the possibility of vandalism, but twas' the vandalism that came, and it did so with a flood of pain. He couldn't help but feel guilty for the characters that were being toyed with against the creators' wishes, ruining one story after another for their enjoyment. Usually Ink would've been fine with playing a prank or two on somebody, but this code changing creep was taking it overboard, and so there he stood in the doodlesphere, now staring at the now open doors, now devoid of life.

It was 2:43 PM, the day after the evacuation, so to get his mind off the subject, Ink decided to do some arts and crafts, cause who wouldn't resist wanting to create something? He sure wouldn't. He grabbed a jar of cotton balls & some glue that were administered by a new service Core! Frisk was administering, the "Needed objects offering bureau". With this new service, ol' Coreo could freely hand ink art supplies grabbed from point A & offered in point B, which was a pretty neat use... but something was off. Every 20-30 minutes, he noticed his cotton balls being taken from the jar, but when he went to look for anyone nearby, he was only met with isolation. Core! Frisk would occasionally be there to help the painter with his cotton art, but when both went to grab a piece of cotton, they almost noticed a 3rd hand reaching in. A mystery had become an occurrence, and that occurrence was indeed a nuisance. "Don't tell me that hacker's been at it again.", Ink said to himself, scratching his skull where his chin would be as he got up. However, when he finally stood up, he saw something that he didn't see beforehand; It looked like a Ghost, but with the shape of a cat. It was grabbing & stealing cotton from the jar, taking it away and scampering elsewhere, into the great unknown, and so once more, Ink felt as if an out!code was playing tricks on him.

Was this payback for some of the pranks he's pulled in the past, or was this something else? The only way he could find out was to follow the ghost, and that is exactly what he did. Via his ability to hop through inky portals, he proceeded to follow the cat's coordinates, trying to send out small globs of ink to use as a way of doing so... and at a quarter of his supply, his questions were answered; playing with a ball of string & munching on stolen cotton balls was what looked to be a human, one he recognized from months ago. This hominid was bored, hungry, and even a bit thirsty, seeing as they were trying to drink paint, only to hurl at its taste. At the very sight of it, Ink simply approached them & decided to give it a little piece of his mind.

"Ya know, I'd get onto you for unintentionally causing problems by eating my art supplies, but ya' seem to be starvin', so I'll hold back a bit... I've been dealing with a lot of dumb stuff from some of the others, and I am worried that I'm not useful anymore. I know you're on lunch break, but if you could listen to me for one second, I'd be glad if you could do me a favor &... I dunno, help me with a few dummies ruining everyone's fun?" The other out!code coughed up a couple of the cotton balls while he paused, but listened carefully to his complaint. To Ink's surprise, the person spoke; "well, usually I'm not a good speaker, but if you could hand me a box of fried chicken & bottle of water, I'd be happy to fill you in on some details, and if you'd like, we could even share a giant ham sandwich if your friend can get one of those". The cat crumpled the pellets of cotton together and snapped their fingers, as a single magical fox had emerged from a spiral of pink flame, before spewing a small geyser of flame, reducing the pellets to ash, which was swept by the guest. Ink briefly went to the omega timeline and placed an order, before coming back to their gluttonous friend, and in just a pinch, the little grandpa waltzed in with their order. The guest & Ink sat down with Core, who had a compacted table in their eye sockets, allowing all three of them to sit down and talk over lunch. As core never heard of this individual, Ink had to explain their presence; "So you see, Core, this little furball is Neko! Frisk, or 'neko' for short. We kinda just met a few months ago & I've been looking forward to their work recently. From what I heard, they seem to be responsible for helping these 'mono' people by allowing them to become people like in the other AUs". Neko was chewing the skin off of a leg of chicken, but stopped when the monochrome child got their attention. "So about these monos... what are they?", Core proceeded to ask, only for Neko to respond with another question; "Where do you think missed opportunities go, the dumpster in the omega timeline!? Does your timeline HAVE a dumpster? I'd like to see it if you do, I'm sure SOMEBODY would need it!"

Core was intrigued by this question, and to them, it seemed like a direct answer, so they just played along; "Not sure if we have dumpsters, but a couple trash bins might exist... So these monos are missed opportunities, from what I'm getting at, and your job is to bring them into the multiverse as AU inhabitants... can you create out!codes? We'd wish to get a look at that in action."

Neko has never created a single out!code in their life, but it was certainly something they could consider... Ink was needing some help, after all, and since this did pose a fun challenge for them, they began to vibrate with cheer, as something so revolutionary as turning the monos into some 'guardians of the galaxy' would be a huge benefit to just about everyone. Neko quickly gobbled up the chicken leg & turned into a cat, running out of the doodlesphere & finding a doorway into the Omega timeline. Ink & Core followed them over to the timeline with the rest of the bucket, now intrigued with this new plan.

Somewhere in the Omega timeline, Delta, Reaper Chara & Error were busy working at the Librarby with poppy. It was a day since the last bamboozlement had brought any problems, and luckily for everyone, error was "on break" due to the evacuation, which was a rather bittersweet promise, but hey, at least he was being useful for once... of course, this wasn't without his complaining or man-childish remarks such as "HAHA, STUPID BOOKS!" or "THIS IS TAKING TOO LONG, YOU DUNCES CAN'T PICK UP A HOUSE IF YOUR LIVES DEPENDED ON IT!", which was highly aggravating & denouncing towards everyone else. They were halfway done with the job, but it didn't take long for everyone to stop when someone barged in; a magical cat made of pink... well, magic. At first, Reaper Chara & Error were about to give the cat a little "welcome spanking", but twas' when Core! Frisk barged in when everyone stopped. "We have a new resident in the multiverse we'd like you to meet... of course, you may have seen them a couple times, so i'll just say that the 'cat' will be important. Because of the recent messes Error & Hacker have been making-", Core frisk paused to give the skeleton a face of pure scorn, ungrateful of his destructive behavior. "-We've got a new project up & running, and once we're done, we won't have to worry a thing!", they finished as they pointed at everyone with a radical smile... but then that smile became a frown of confusion, as they asked a question to the cat; "So... do you mind leading us to these 'monos' you mentioned?"

The cat transformed into a Frisk, and held the door open for everyone... except for error, of course, who had the door shut on his arm. "Hey, knock it off, kid. I know he causes trouble but at least we're doing something so he could change his way-" "WE GET IT, WE GET IT! I'M THE PROBLEM ACCORDING TO YOU! NOW SHUT UP & LEMME OUT!", the destroyer rudely interrupted Core as neko opened the door again. As everyone was now leaving the Librarby, Neko was going out into the white fields... and to almost nobody's surprise, there they stood... not mere images or 2D drawings, or people that were black & white... but outlines, they were just outlines resembling people, ranging from familiar characters to entirely new looking individuals. Neko didn't even wait to explain, but instead happily ran towards them with a dozen empty pages in hand... Smiling with excitement, the out!code approached the herd of blank beings, taking out pieces of papyrus paper out of a bandoleer. Jumping with joy, they thought up of all the things that could be done to create such a helpful force... and so that idea was reached.

It wasn't known which players had the ideas, but beaming down the papers were ideas that shined over the missed opportunities, and so Neko! Frisk handed them each a quill & sheet, in hopes they could sign it. Emotionless but filled with a sense of directive, these 'brave' monos were all brought to life, but not all of them were present... around 12 of these new guardians were present, but now that the contracts had been signed, there were only 3, which all looked to be confused, unable to comprehend their new life flashing before their eyes, witnessing the new life they awoke to.

These three monos had no names, but Ink already had some names based on their looks, ones that would possibly foreshadow their use.

The first one was a turtle-like monster who looked like the shopkeep in waterfall. This 'Gerson'-esque figure seemed to be wearing ash grey shorts with a black linen shirt, which depicted a red hammer on it. over his shirt was a grey vest with a single pocket on his left, which had the same symbol, and on top of his head was what looked to be an ash grey miner's helmet, which held a molten core as its light. In terms of anything specific, he seemed to wear a "scouter" over his left eye, which had a flame-colored eye-piece, an apron that already seemed to be stained of ash & soot, and over his neck he wore a necklace that had 5 rubies shaped as a sword, shield, crown, chestplate & goblet. He was generally a jolly fellow, twirling what looked to be an iron mallet around & gave off an optimistic "Blacksmith" vibe. Reaper Chara brandished their scythe on a piece of stone, just to see his reaction, but to their surprise, all they really got was a cheerful "You sure are an intimidatin' youngster. Say, maybe you can hand that over & I'll hand it back good as new. Nothin' a little hammerin' & Temperin' can't fix, Wah ha ha!"

Reaper! Chara declined the offer, but found his demeanor interesting. While he did seem to be optimistic and praised himself for what would be his work, he did so knowing he could use his potential talent to help others.

Next off was a skeleton who looked to be similar to the boisterous trainee of the royal guard, Papyrus... though, his appearance & personality spoke anything but a colorful, sympathetic dork. This osseous figure was clad in black garments, with a black trench coat which had violet line markings, and triangular violet shades over his eyes. What stood out most was a weapon he was carrying over his shoulder, a rifle-like staff that had a purple Gaster Blaster separate the handle & what looked to be a large needle at the end... his face was of a stern glare, but one that was serious & almost intelligent... Delta began to use his fingers as a frame, staring at the many flashy features as he spun the large needle-rod thing around.

However, the last guardian wasn't like the rest. Rather than being a monster or someone of a familiar look, he was just a human... with the similar flashiness to his peers. This man looked dark, and looked to be in his mid-30s. He was tall & lanky, and his hair was that of a big afro, which looked like a helmet... of hair. The man wore what looked to be a black jacket and trousers, though a green & black 'tie dye' shirt was barely noticeable, making him look like a hippie who liked green. He had a pair of black sneakers, which squeaked when he walked, and over his jacket was a tie that had more green & black symbols. over both his hands, he wore gloves, which hand a couple small pieces of tech on them, and unlike his peers, he didn't seem to wear glasses over his eyes, but rather under his afro, his hair keeping them up as he skated across the room. The man seemed to be charismatic in nature, as his sneakers turned into skates, allowing him to skate around everyone & give everybody a handshake or two. "Check me out!", he proceeded to exclaim, as he did a figure 8 around Error & Poppy... 5 minutes in, and he was already displaying a sense of swagger, so to speak... maybe a little too much swagger, as Error began to convulse with disgust.

Ink wrote down a couple names for them with some recommendations from Core, and there were indeed a lot of them... He was almost about to throw up from all the ideas, because the excitement of naming people just felt special... he felt like himself again. "Uh, lemme see... Smithy... Coal... Nah, I'mma do smithy!", Ink began to exclaim to himself, as everyone watched him pick out some names on write them on pieces of paper. After a minute or two, he immediately ran up to them while trying not to hurl from the joy on his face, his cheekbones blushing as his neutral expression became a wide grin, before placing papers into each of their hands... given their reason of being brought out of their nonexistence, they were obligated to serve ink, even before they knew anything at all, and at their very creation, it felt as if they prematurely learned everything, like a hatchling that was born 5 years before the egg ever cracked...

Ink knew he had to introduce himself to the group, but before he could, his glee would be met with a fatal blow. As he was about to say hello, someone fell from the sky, a wild grin on their face filled with mischief & madness, unable to hold themselves together... no one could help but notice the clumps of 0s & 1s that acted as a tail, as they swooped down like a meteor with an odd, glitchy flight path... this was going to be a long day... Ink called upon the three by order, as they stood in front of him with a salute, as he gave them his introduction, trying to sound like a mighty leader of vehicle robots or s.

"Smithy, Psion, & O'Brien! Welcome to the multiverse, your eternal home of creativity &! I am Ink! sans, former guardian of these worlds & both your partner and mentor! Together you form an alliance like no other, born to moderate these realms with your talents, and defend their rules from unruly beings who use their gift for wrong! The burdens these people bring will be the messes you will fix, and with our combined powers, peace shall be-"

Hacker immediately interrupted with a "Alr1ght, Alr1ght, can we get t0 the fun part, 1 dunn0 about y0u, but whatever th1s 1s, 1t a1n't g0nna w0rk!", and just like that, their first quarrel had begun.

And so Ink pointed at hacker with one final grin of restored hope, as he instructed them with one mission: "Prepare your palettes, everyone! Hunters, ROLL OUT!"

## Act III - Small talk

It was quiet... an inexistent wind blew past everyone as they stared at one another... an inconsiderate hacker who meant little harm towards anyone was surrounded by a series of angry villagers... on the other side, stood the painter, one of the many guardians of the Omega timeline, and the one that was about to make sure they never laid a finger on their little command bar again. Hacker! Frisk was quivering in their shoes, and as an attempt at a saving grace, their first move was to leave to another area. In a matter of seconds, they dissipated into the command bar once more, using it as a subway to another world.

Smithy, one of the new guardians, tried to see if his scouter could do anything. He looked to see if there were any buttons on his scouter, and just so happened to find one in particular. It didn't locate hacker's location, but did detect their energy readings, which spread into another dimension. "There she goes!", shouted the smith, who chased after the readings, pointing to the trail they left behind until the scouter was close enough to detect a dimensional rift, displaying a yellow text that he read to the rest; "Sector-#140, Doodlesphere!"

Core! Frisk helped ink create a portal to the doodlesphere, allowing him to get one step closer to the hacker... now that they were out, they could engage the hacker in combat, and possibly teach em' a lesson. Smithy, Psion & O'Brien followed, as did Delta, though all the others were signaled to stay behind. Core stopped everyone but the hunters, Ink, Delta & Neko, exclaiming "we've got some tidying up to do... Ink's got it from here."

As Ink, Neko & the trio approached hacker, one could not help but take a couple seconds of pity for them... such an innocent out!code who only wanted to have a bit of fun, so beating them black & blue almost felt... wrong. O'brien paused for a bit, and held the others back, before approaching hacker with less swagger than he did before... "say, you're what the smarties call a 'hacker', ain't that right, sugah?", exclaimed the man, as he stared down at the kid. "Lemme give ya' the REAL talk, at the edge of time, even machines may bleed. Even the lifeless follows a life cycle, and so before creation must come destruction... Ya' don't seem to mean any harm, but if you continue with your little shenanigans, we may have to give ya' some discipline."

Hacker! Frisk wanted to escape their punishment, but as they attempted to run, O'brien pulled out what looked to be a modified taser, which grabbed them & reeled them in. It seemed the taser had a switch on it, seeing as they weren't being electrocuted... the officer spoke once more:

"Remember this words, and listen closely", O'brien said, acting as a father to an orphan... "There are rules, a cycle, one that must go on for as long as it can. Next time, go do your diddly darn fun stuff somewhere else... If you disobey, we'll have to get'cha all black n' blue, so don't go foolin' around, capiche?"

Hacker paid attention... the philosophical speech & friendly demeanor, combined with the intimidation he snuck into his warm conversation, got to their head fairly easy, and every word spoken was with reason, if not a bit of style; These measures were enough to begin questioning their own morals, rethinking how they saw the multiverse & struck a bit of fear into their coded heart... though, even then, they too spoke with a bit of resistence; "Alr1ght, l00k, 1 never wanted much tr0uble, just a little b1t 0f fun... 1f y0u wanna change my ways, 1t'll take awh1le... bes1des, 1 d0n't really see the pr0blem w1th alter1ng a c0uple scripts."

Hacker then laid on the floor, still trapped in the taser cables, their frown now becoming a humble neutral expression... they began to go deep into thought, but scorned the now wide grin encompassing ink's face... O'brien let them go, leaving a note for them to read while ink quickly questioned O'brien's method: "Well, that was easy... never knew it took a passive-aggressive threat with a ton of philosophies to get under someone's skin."

"Well, guess I was born with the voice of a spokesman, fam'... They're still just a kid, so we'll give em' a day to think about it. If they wanna continue causin' trouble, we'll have to enforce the law as promised.", O'brien responded with his reasoning, which didn't sit with the painter quite right, but perhaps this could be considered an exception. He signaled Neko to open a portal back to the omega timeline, in which they responded with a summon that did just that... Ink then gave hacker one last warning; "Consider yourself off the hook, buddy!"

Hacker, of course, responded... this was going to be a day to remember... an unforgettable hour that they'll fear to this day. Ink pulled out a flute & played it as everyone began to leave, but before Ink could play, he had to hear their request:

"G1ve me a week 0r tw0."

## Act IV - Mission accomplished

Back in the Omega timeline, things were fairly peaceful... yes, Error was still gloating over how "good" he was at tidying the place, and reaper chara was beginning to get rather angsty over his own self-righteous speech, but the plaza was certainly in good hands... when the group returned, O'brien spun around a fountain nearby with his skates, before doing a back flip over the rim, landing on the other side as the wheels retracted. Meanwhile, smithy was busy observing the architecture... after being put to work for locating a strange "hacker", he wanted to take time in enjoying the joy of creation, from inspecting the material of every building he came across, to getting a peek at the interior... his jaw was wide with awe... it was simple, but interesting regardless, seeing how there really weren't that many materials outside of what was present... however, one member still felt out of place.

Psion was one of the three members that were there when Ink deployed them at the Doodlesphere, but he never really got to do anything. O'brien had talked Hacker frisk out of the mischief, and sure, smithy was the guy who tracked them down, but him? he did practically nothing, he proved to be useless at the very beginning... deep down, he had a sense of pride, one that sought to be a hero... Ever since the hour he was created, he knew his destiny as a 'guardian' was to defend... something of sorts. He really didn't understand who he was outside of the speech directed by the person that stood there at his creation, and the emptiness of the unknown crept into his hollow mind; it was rather daunting, almost eldritch.

Ink and core were busy having a conversation about the outcome, both relieved that they have finally found a new solution. However, Core did express some concerns; "Well, guess we've got ourselves some company... but what now? We've got a new... line of defense, for a lack of proper labels, but how are we going to deal with out!codes or any other sources of vandalism or destruction when we're not there, and I know the omega timeline would be a nice place for them to stay in, but I feel as if they deserve a proper home, especially since we won't always be there to aid them in travel... speaking of the hunters, whatever happened to the others?"

Ink, of course, responded with a rather interesting set of ideas; "I'm sure we can do something about it. Regarding labels for a line of defense, maybe a 'hunter's guild' would sound cool, since our first mission was about hunting down a little rascal. As with the housing & travel, I'd say Delta could be useful... I mean, he does it all the time nowadays, and if we CAN get the hunters a homespace, I'd say we can set it somewhere in an empty timeline... if those exist."

Core then remarked on one of their previous concerns, "and the missing 'hunters', or whatever?", they questioned, with ink exchanging an answer; "I'm sure we'll find them out there... in the meantime, why don't we reward the three we've got now?"

What would be day became what would've been night, the omega timeline changing from a bright white to a dark, dark grey... small yellow stars began to descend down to light up the darkness, something Ink came up with about a year ago. At the center of the plaza, Ink brought everyone, from recently affected residents of the AUs to out!codes who were there beforehand. At the center of a large wooden stage, constructed by a couple friendly faces, stood the 3 heroes... or 2 and a half heroes, at least.

"Here yee, Here yee, everyone!", Ink hollered, as everyone was sitting down on plastic chairs, paying attention to the ceremony or the recent lights in the sky. "Tonight we'd like to introduce ourselves to a new band of heroes who will be moderating your timelines... y'all may not understand, but to put it in short, we've got police... ACROSS SPACE & TIME! That's right, I'd like to thank our new 'Hunter's guild' for correcting a recent troublemaker! Boy, do I feel alleviated!"

Some people clapped their hands, others stared down at the painter in confusion, but disregarding the divide, these heroes were a sight to see. "To thank our new security for dealing with the issue, we'd like to introduce each one to our Multiverse! First, we've got our locator & blacksmith, helpful & real spiffy lookin', Smithy!" - And so the crowd cheered.

"And to the one at the middle, I'd like to introduce the guild's leader! Now look, I can't just keep surprises, but hear me out... Please welcome the rad dude with a smooth groove, MANFELD O'BRIEN!" - And just like that, the cheer had prevailed once more.

"Now... well, we've got one more. He may not have done much, but to bravely join us at our first mission and look GREAT doing so, we've gotta give him some clout. Everyoe greet the man with flash, Psion!" - Now, in this particular instance, it took awhile for everyone to cheer him on, but hey, they were still clapping for him... Psion knew this wouldn't be his last mission, but it was definitely not a bad start. Plus, the fact Ink was capitalizing on defining traits, perhaps he'll find his own when the time comes... this was just the beginning of a new life... wherever he was before his awakening, it had no meaning. Rather than his creation, he paid attention to the future, as his colleagues did. "POLICE FORCE? OUT!CODES?", he said to himself...

"SO THIS IS WHAT I WOKE UP TO... I'D LIKE TO SEE WHERE THIS GOES."