The process felt like needles. Pain washed all over his body as he screamed into the wide blank void, pulling his monster soul apart in anguish. He broke his vocal cords until he finally dusted from the torture.
Their vision turned pitch black, encasing them in deep distress. His eye sockets widened in fear as a silent scream came out of his throat. Liquid fell onto him like a waterfall, non-stopping and endless. He managed to get some in his mouth, bitterness on his taste buds.
It tasted gross, icky, and strong. He coughed, displeased with the awful flavour. It was obsidian colored, dripping in large droplets after touching his body with cold. It stuck to his face like glue, melting off like the sun shone brightly onto it.
It was ink, the liquid was ink. It spilled over him like an avalanche, blocking his way of escape within it's heavy jet black rain.
They sobbed, covering their face with their phalanges and curling into theirself. He took shaky and short breaths, listening to the whispers nearing by every second.
The voices whispered in all at once, different tones and ranges as all got louder by the minute. It felt like a nightmare. The skeleton cried, clenching his chest to only find nothing in its place.
Everyone was sensitive to him. The voices got more loud, the ink fell down on him like running cold water, pain no longer in his chest but on his bones. It got worse, and worse, and worse, and worse.
Until he woke up. Back in the blank void with a different body he couldn't remember having. His chest was empty, and his eye sockets stayed wide in something that wasn't fear anymore.
They were empty, the place was empty, and his dead soul was empty.
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It's a bit short today due to chores and being really busy today lol :> This prompt reminded me of Ink's backstory :D
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Inktobertale 2022 (Writing edition)
FanfictionYEAHHHHH INKTOBERTALE LET'S GO RAHHH Doing every prompt that I can :)) Comyet my beloved, thx for the new prompt list <3
