A Tiny Error

Chapter 27

*Before we start the chapter, I'd like you all to meet someone. This ^ is Vantablack Ink. Yes, I drew that picture. But for some reason it didn't load in properly and I had to go back and put it there again. He is the result of Nightmare taking over Ink's body canonically, buuuuut he'll be serving a different role, today. If you've been paying attention, y'all know where this is going, hehe. If not, have fun sitting in apprehensive silence, waiting for this corrupt being to show his evil face~ Hahahahahahaha!

Have I become evil, now? It was probably that virus' fault. And I'm not talking about Fresh.

Or maybe it's all the angst I've been daydreaming about, lately. Might publish it, one day. Depends on whether or not people who enjoy what I write would like a Killermare story, except Nightmare and Passive are two different people, and somehow Blueberry turned a human into Passive and that human's, uh, friend who is a guy (cuz they don't start out dating) into Killer Sans.

Something like that.

Anyway, let me know what you guys think, and I'll see what I can do.*

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Encre groaned as he woke up. Cinnamon pawed at his face lightly, waking him up more.

"Wh-where...? Where are we?"

He sat up and took in his surroundings. It wasn't much, since it was dark and damp, but he could make out the silhouettes of prison bars. He stood up and walked over to them, grabbing a couple and shaking them. Pretty solid and sturdy, not something he could just bust down with brute strength. Not that he was very strong, but there are some instances where he's been able to break in and out of places because they were poorly built. He rolled his eyelights at the memory. Frickin' bandits and their poor excuse for a bunker.

Cinnamon went over to the bars and slipped through, having already been busy for hours trying to think of a way out. He finally succeeded, and needed Encre awake for his plan to work. There was a wooden door keeping the prisoner inside, and the keys to the door hung right next to it on the wall. For short people, there was a stool to get to the keys, but it wasn't tall enough for Cinnamon. However, he had found a poker in the next room over, and tried to use it to knock the keys down. It didn't work, so he woke Encre up.

Encre noticed the keys and nodded to Cinnamon. The small dog brought the poker into the cell, and Encre picked it up. Carefully, he hooked the end of the poker onto the keyring, sliding it off the hook and into the cell. He pumped his fist in the air and silently celebrated, but jolted when he heard another door slam. Thinking quickly, he put the keys back, almost dropping them in his rush. After making sure the keys wouldn't fall, he hid the poker behind the door, and motioned for Cinnamon to get back in the cell with him. Cinnamon got back in just as a figure appeared at the steps directly in front of them.

"H-hello?" Encre called, squinting in the darkness to see who it was. He met the eyelights of another skeleton, one with white bones, glasses, and an immaculately tailored suit. The stranger gave a friendly grin, positioning the plate of food he held under the grate and sliding it in.

"Here you go," he said. "Some food. I hope it will be enough, mister...?"

"Who are you?" Encre's expression turned sour with suspicion, and the stranger sighed.

"My name is Suave. Might I ask what your name is?"

"Name's Encre. Why am I here?"

"I... I do not know the answer to that. Lord Fallacy has not brought home an adult, before...."

"So he kidnaps children?"

"Ah! No no no no! He offers food and shelter to runaway orphans, and in exchange, they become his servants. I should know, as I am- I was, one of them, until he gave me a home."