The Vines that Dissipate

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by Originality22

by Originality22

GUYS- I'M FINALLY WRITING A ONESHOT AFTER SO LONG!

Anyways, this is the idea for an entire whole-ass book I'm going to write after I finish Test 10524-YS. It's Empathic Ink AU (this was the other story idea back in that vote if you remember it.) I'm setting this in first person, which is really hard to do when people know the character- but first person allows so many inner thoughts so easily I just had to take the challenge. However, I need to tell you- this is in the POV of Purple. This is going to be the prologue for when I start the book.

And without further ado, the story begins!

For as long as I can remember, I've been caring. Dad, Lilac, Foliage- even when I'd went to BFDI as "Marker"- anyone I'd seen, I cared for.

It's a perk of being an empath- you automatically take the role of the group therapist. Who needs to pay money when they've got me to take their worries away?

And since I had been in primary school, and probably before that as well- my ink has held some unusual properties of their own. Let's give you an example.

There was a time where Foliage had been having a quite concerning problem with controlling their vines. We're talking about maybe starting a sprout, then the entire thing would go through the roof and they'd have to stop it before it made any more damage. Severe anxiety took over, and for a while any time we brought the subject of greenery up, panic attacks would ensue.

At times like this, I follow my instincts. My instincts told me to slap a bit of ink on Foliage. Guess what I did?

I went up to them, and after calming them down a little I drew a line on his arm with my index finger. Before any of us could question, I was somehow able to will the anxiety away from them into the ink. The ink started to embellish a polluted gray, until there were only swirls of purple floating in it like it was barely holding on to its pigment. Then, the ink started to slowly form into a blob, which became a sphere, which floated in the air right in front of me.

Instincts told me to touch it, so I did.

And at the moment I poked that bubble, anxiety rushed over my body, infiltrating my brain and pumping through my veins. I was now holding Foliage's worries, and Foliage was holding my bliss. We told Dad and Lilac about it, and after some research we found that I was not the only thing that was empathic.

My ink was empathic, too.

Safe to say, though, I'm glad Foliage was able to control his vines after that. Apparently it was his mental barriers that were holding them back from doing anything properly. Me, on the other hand, had to take a good month of self-therapy (and maybe a little help from Lilac) before I wasn't deathly afraid of markers being strangled by vegetation.

That was the day I learned that I, Purple Marker, was not completely useless.