Sent by Ink

Broken Prophet

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

  Welp. That voice did not sound ASMR anymore. It sounded panicked. But I know it's Sammy's. Who else worships The Ink Demon here?? I sprinted towards the recording booth, leaving Alice behind. Ink flooded through the door as I forced it to open. And I saw the prophet, collapsing on the wooden floor. Gasping for air as he choked, his arms flailed desperately for dear life as ink trickled from a gash in his midsection profusely. Oh god. He's dying. I wonder are the ink puddles in the studio, blood from the lost ones and searchers? I can't bear to think more. Perhaps that's why Alice walked through them with a disgusted expression. But NO. I'm sliding off track. 

  "Hold still! Just calm down!" I yelled over his loud gasps. And this did not work well. His body jerked violently as I kneeled down, gripping onto his hand. His mask was tossed into the corner, his glowing amber eyes shut close. He must be in absolute pain. More ink seeped out his body, splattering in the room. My hands are trembling, and they felt colder than usual. 

  I felt someone pop into the room. It was a lost one. With inky shoulder length hair, glowing amber eyes, and rather feminine figure, I'd assume that she's a female. Also, I find it cute that she's got a beret hat on her head, along with a bowtie. I turned towards Sammy, who's almost losing consciousness. In the lost one's hand, She's got a small bucket full of ink. She let out a squeak and held the bucket in front of me. 

  "Is that for..." I pointed towards Sammy. She nodded enthusiastically and shoved it into my hand. I poured the ink onto the horrid gash, and gasped in astonishment as I saw it close up. Sammy's amber eyes opened. He blinked a couple times, adjusting to the environment. 

  "It's me, Aravis." And this was the awkward moment when I realized that I've never told him or Alice about my name, and they simply referred to me as "Guest". If I can blush right now then I would definitely blush because of how embarrassing it was. My full name was Aravis Sol, but my parents did not allow me to become a gamer because they thought that the career would be too risky. I understand them, but I want to do what I wanted. I had to change my surname into "Stell", and back then, I was rather fond of endermen from minecraft, so that's how I created my username: EnderStell. When my fans asked me about my name, I can only tell them it's Aravis Stell. And with my e-girl style and wig, I was unrecognizable. My parents would never know that the popular horror gamer is their daughter. 

  I found myself getting rather off point again. Sammy coughed violently, and I noticed a tin can nearby. It was already opened, and I can smell the scent of bacon. It was bacon soup! I've been dying to taste it. But I knew Sammy needed this more than I do right now. Maybe I can steal a can or two from his shrines sometime later...Anyway, I passed it to him, and he chugged it down like the much needed water in a baking summer day. 

  "Wh-What is your name again?" Curiosity took over as he asked me, standing up and staggering a bit as he fixed his Bendy cutout mask onto his head. 

  "Aravis." I simply replied. There is no point of telling the surname because it doesn't matter to me anyway. Sammy simply nodded, then he turned the door knob, allowing both of us to exit as if nothing happened. Then he stumbled and almost fell to the floor. Annd guess what? Let's just say, Alice came to the rescue. But she looked like if she was about to pinch him to death. 

  Anyway, this was quite a tiring ordeal. I thought as I collapsed onto one of those infirmary beds.