Sent by Ink

Hiding with Laughter

  The words on the wall were left unfinished. Sammy's nowhere to be found. A sudden dread enveloped me. Was it...The Ink Demon?

  "Sammy's gone." I said my thoughts out loud. Alice rolled her eye. 

  "Does it matter?" She taunted, "We all need to avoid the Ink Demon as he kills everything that moves."  I knew what she meant, but I want to hear her side of the story too. "And?" I asked. She replied in annoyance. "And Sammy will always be banging pots and pans, yelling into the heavens, in order to get noticed by the Ink Demon." 

  I tried so hard to restrain myself giggling due to imagining the scene. But I can't help it and laughed. Alice's glare sent daggers towards me: "What are you laughing at?" 

  Honestly, I don't feel that intimidated around characters in this world. I guess it's because I'm a gamer, and I'm used to all the jumpscares and such. I looked in her eye, and innocently replied, "I have a vivid sense of imagination,"  as I grabbed a spare paintbrush from the corner of the infirmary and doodled...An inky stick figure wearing Sammy's mask, holding pots and pans, banging them. I remembered to add a speech bubble to increase the humorous effect. It read: MY LORD PLS NOTICE MEEE!!!  

    I snickered at my handiwork, and heard a laugh. So... I made the intimidating angel of the creepy studio laugh??? Her jet black, opera glove-like hands were covering her lips, her frame trembling slightly... Well, I guess studying prop comedy back at school really helped me a lot.

  "What are you staring at?" She snapped back into her intimidating self immediately as she noticed me watching her break character. Wow. She may not be the perfect angel of the stage, but she sure is the perfect drama queen.

    "Well, I'm glad to see a happier angel." I can't help but remark at her current joy. She rolled an eye at me again, her composure immaculate. 

   "Well, I am just glad that you joined my mockery." 

  "You know what?" I looked at her, seriously. "You reminded me of finding Sammy." She glared at me (again), but this time, I kinda threatened her: "If you don't help me, then...I guess I have no choice BUT to let you stay in this imperfect form." She rolled her eye and trudged behind me, looking at the dark puddles in disgust, which was understandable because, who likes walking through a sticky ink puddle? 

  I can feel the creepy searchers popping up, their deformed faces staring at us. I do not know if they are just surprised to see another visitor, or they are intimidated by the presence of the twisted Alice Angel. Probably both. 

  Then I felt the floor shaking, the searchers were popping back into where they came from, and they vanished. I held on to the sides to prevent myself from falling over and crashing into Alice Angel. She looked rather tense, dragging me to an apartment room as we hid under the table. I have never felt this close to an ink being before. 

  "The Ink Demon is coming. Hide." She told me. And I felt like if my cover's blown. But I pulled another act. 

  "If he sent me here with his ink, would he actually recognize me?" I whispered. I know, he probably won't because I'm not sent here because of his ink! But I asked this because I don't want to raise any suspicions, and I am kinda certain about the answer. 

  "Foolish guest. The ink demon kills everything that moves." She hissed. I nodded. Anyway, this shaking stopped, and I felt tranquility wash over again. 

  After walking for...Well, I don't know how long, I heard a scream. 

  "STAY BACK, MY LORD! I AM YOUR PROPHET! I AM YOUR---AHHHHH!"