Tom's lore

|Lab part 9|

He walked through the door and he saw the corpses were covered in ink as well as a pair of horns
"I'll be needing these for a surprise"
He whispered to himself.
An inky hand grabbed his shoulder.
"T̵H̵O̴U̶G̵H̴T̴ ̶Y̸O̴U̷ ̴C̸O̵U̴L̶D̵ ̴G̵E̸T̶ ̵A̶W̸A̸Y̷ ̶H̵U̷H̴?̶"
The creature was back.
For revenge.
Tom turned around and made a blast so powerful he absorbed the sunlight from outside the lab he then grabbed its arm and turned it so fast it fell off.
"Weakling"
Before the creature could say anything, Tom teleported it to the sun.
"What's this?"
He picked up a book and read it.
"Inkie, a powerful creature able to make anything out of its ink, has shown signs of intelligence by speaking different languages."
Tom spoke out loud.
He then picked up a container with a drink in it.
"Vodka?"
Tom tried it.
"Tasty"
He then chugged the whole thing before dropping the glass bottle.