Inktobertale 2021 : Compilation of novels

1st of October : Ink (Warm-up)

In the Doodle Sphere laid a skeleton,

Who just woke up from a nap, without emotion.

He got dressed and drank a vial, just after he got up,

Today, he'd do more than just some warm-up.

Ink's complete workout concerned so many things,

He could spend a whole day just training.

That's why he decided to make things clear,

And only do the full program once a year.

As usual for this special day, Ink had to pull the best out of himself. He started by offensive techniques. He grabbed Broomie, and forced them into the ground. An ink puddle started to form, and then to shake, as if the ink was boiling.

"Black..." Ink started saying.

He suddenly removed Broomie, letting the puddle explode in a flood of ink.

"GEYSER !"

The ink started falling on them, but didn't cause any harm. Ink liked that technique, as it could launch his enemy away without causing much harm. An easy way to end fights. He had first thought about naming it Dark Fountain, but that seemed... unfitting. Now, onto the next one, a really useful one. Ink surfing. By creating a flow of ink in front of him, he could stick on it and move at a high speed, especially on slopes. He crouched, put his hands in front of him, and let the magic operate.

A moment later, he was dashing through the Doodle Sphere, sometimes launching himself upwards in a huge jump just for fun. He needed his two hands to do that, meaning he couldn't handle Broomie at the same time. But whatever. It was still a handy, fast mean of travel. Not really sneaky though.

After some more fighting, he went on to the second part of training : clothing. He began by scrubbing away all the reminders he had written on his scarf, of course after checking they weren't useful to him anymore. Then he repaired it with brown threads, even though the extremity kept turning blank with time. Once he repaired the entirety of his outfit, Ink decided to make things harder by making something from scratch. He got to work.

The first hours had been extremely infuriating, and Ink, regretting to have put red paint into his mix, often took breaks to play some flute, another part of his training program. But as he progressed, his emotions disappeared, and the hardest the tasks to do became, the more patient and calm he was. In the end, he did not even flinch after failing the final touches a 11th time, forcing him to take off a lot of threads. After 8 hours of work, he'd done a magnificent piece of art. He had took a very special inspiration for it. Of course, that was just the first part of something much bigger he had planned. He hoped he could have it done by the end of the month.