1. Your little brother never tells you but he loves you so -Threads is sitting with Ink on the couch smiling as Ink talks about his day- You said your mother only smiled on her tv show -The tv shows a picture of Toriel smiling at the screen with a pie in her hands- 2. You're only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope -Ink is taking his medicine while Threads watches in the background- I hope you make it to the day you're twenty-eight years old -Threads is running a puppet show while Ink watches with the other children- 3. You're dripping like a saturated sunrise -Threads and Ink watch the sunrise from the roof- You're spilling like an overflowing sink -Ink left the sink running and they are trying to bale water from the kitchen with soda cans- 4. You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece -Ink shows Threads a drawing he made of the two of them- And now i'm tearing through the pages and the ink -Threads smiles at Ink- 5 -small-. Everything is blue -Threads is in the bathroom gripping the sink- 6. His pills, his hands, his jeans -Threads swallows two blue pills with scared eyes- And now i'm covered in the colors pull apart at the seams -He punches the mirror with a pained look- 7 -small-. And it's blue -Ink hears the crash- 8 -small-. And it's blue -Ink goes to investigate- 9 -small-. Everything is grey -Ink is in the doorway and gasps, hands over his mouth- 10. His hair, his smoke, his dreams -Threads looks at him with an scared look- And now he's so devoid of color He don't know what it means -Ink walks towards Threads- 11 -small-. And he's blue -Threads collapses on the floor in tears- 12 -small-. And he's blue -Inks kneels down and smiles reassuringly at Threads, a hand on his shoulder- 13. You were a vision in the morning when the light came through -Light through the blinds wakes Ink up- I know I've only felt religion when i've lied with you -He turns to see Threads curled against his side, still asleep- 14. You said you'll never be forgiven till your boys are too -Ink lays awake in bed with light shining on his face- And I'm still waking every morning but it's not with you -He looks to the side where Threads is no longer there- 15. You're dripping like a saturated sunrise -Ink goes down the stairs to see the stove on fire with Threads panicking in the kitchen- You're spilling like an overflowing sink -The two grab ad hose and put the fire out- 16. You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece -Ink wipes his forehead and smiles at Threads- And now I'm tearing through the pages and the ink -Inks eyes widen in terror at something unknown- 17 -small-. Everything is blue -Ink wakes up with a start, clutching his chest- 18. His pills, his hands, his jeans -He looks at his chest- And now I'm covered in the colors Pull apart at the seams -He grasps his skull/head in fear, panic and pain- 19 -small-. And it's blue -Ink is crying- 20 -small-. And it's blue -A hand grabs his arm- 21 -small-. Everything is grey -Someone hugs him- 22. His hair, his smoke, his dreams -It is revealed to be Threads that hugged him- And now he's so devoid of color He don't know what it means -Inks hugs Threads back- 23 -small-. And he's blue -They sit there in bed- 23 -small-. And he's blue -Threads pulls away and smiles at Ink- 24. You were red -Ink is running ahead of Threads- And you liked me because I was blue -Threads smiles after Ink- But you touched me, and suddenly I was a lilac sky -Threads steps onto the podium and gains different eyes and the tear markings- Then you decided purple just wasn't for you -He looks at Ink scared who just steps back out of fear- 25 -small-. Everything is blue -Threads reaches for Ink- 26. His pills, his hands, his jeans -Ink steps back again- And now I'm covered in the colors pull apart at the seams -Threads' heart/soul cracks- 27 -small-. And it's blue -tears start to run down Threads' eyes- 28 -small-. And it's blue -He pivots and Ink realizes what he's done- 29 -small-. Everything is grey -As Threads runs away Ink calls after him, but his stopped by armed guards with guns- 30. His hair, his smoke, his dreams -Threads is running desperately down the street- And now he's so devoid of color He don't know what it means -Ink fights to get to Threads, crying as well- 31 -small-. And he's blue -Threads trips and his eyes go wide- 32 -small-. And he's blue -He smashes his head/skull into a bench- 33 -small-. -Threads startles awake in a prison cell on a bed with bandages around his skull/head-
This story is made entirely by me. It was for an assignment I made. The image is a traced art I did. I traced the original picture and recolored it, adding the background as well as the color and scarf. Press down arrow to scroll down and up arrow to scroll up. This is the story. I will divide the song into parts later.
