Inktobertale 2022 (Writing edition)

4• Beloved

Today the creators had been bored and wanted to do something entertaining for once in their life. There was a drought of their inspiration, and they craved ideas and motivation desperately. So then why would they not bother Ink? Their little friend that would help them with almost everything?

Ink was doodling in his Doodlesphere—predictable, I know—and blinked when an overlap of teleportation noises came from behind. A series of voices squealed, panicked, and cried in relief.

"Hello, Ink!" One creator chirped, they sounded about seventeen, clearly happy to see the skeleton again.

"Ink, oh my god, I don't know if this is a nice sketch! Also hi." Another sighed with exhaustion, maturity in their voice and lifting their sketchbook for the protector to look at. It was detailed, maybe too much detail.

"Stop guys! Me first!" A voice lamented, their form the size of a child around nine. They held a tablet, which had a decent drawing of a moth, considering the stickers of bugs on the back of their device.

A lot more of them came forward, shoving into each other or asking politely for help. Some had the height of adults, teens, and children. Funny enough was that most are teenagers.

The artist guffawed, surprised at the unexpected visit. The creators hardly visited due to busy schedules and their lifes. A lot have jobs, school, business, and kids to look after. After everything, Ink was still there to help for almost a decade.

"Here is what you can do! Try experimenting with certain colors, especially a color like pink if you're going for a flamingo." Ink crouched and grinnedvto a child with a painting of a bird. His smile warmed when they squealed in delight and thanked him a bunch.

"I don't know if this color is correct.." A creator frowned at his yarn, that was yellow. He picked up another yarn ball that was green, showing them up to the skeleton for correction. "I'm looking for green by the way."

"Oh! This one is green." The protector pointed to the yarn, however, he grabbed the yellow one and jumped a bit in excitement. "But you can use this one! It doesn't matter if it's the wrong color, it can still look good if you'd do something unique!" He suggested as they stared down at their yarn balls with new wonder.

Creators come and go, thanking Ink for his help. A few hugged the non-existent life out of him, saying they will miss him before leaving. One or two cried of their short relaxing time with him. Importantly they loved him, and some stayed to compliment and hang out.

"Thank you so much, Ink!"

"Thanks, Ink! Love you!"

"Thank you."

"WOW I CAN DRAW A HAND!"

"I can't give you enough gratitude for this. Ink, this is amazing."

So much love to him from the creators was enough for him to last. They refresh his mind of whom he protects and cares for. Although this time there were not much creators as their used to be, Ink knew they were going to be alright in their own life.

It was fine. He was loved by thousands, people who hid but were still there to draw and create. He was going to be okay, he was dearly loved, and he knew it.

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Girl I don't know what I was going with this LOL I'm running off of nothing but caffeine :D Anyway, I kind of rushed-