Abominations for Solutions

Paper

     So, are you going to tell me your real name now? Just "Paper" isn't going to cut it. (No pun intended). I want to know, because I think our relationship is going to be drawn out for quite some time. It's going to be something big. Something more than just cute little letter exchanges, you know? I have plans for you. You seem perfect for the job, I mean, if you claim to be Ink's kid and all.

     I do have a newcomer. He claims to be Ink's kid too. How unsurprising. I'm beginning to believe that there's an infinite number of Ink offspring out there. That sloppy artist... spreading his disease everywhere. With everyone! Anyway, this new guy, he's too awkward. Too young. Too fragile-minded. Dorky green smile, bad-eyesight, no personality beyond his social anxiety. Could anything else be wrong?

     But you, I could do some real damage with you. And I know how much you hate him. Maybe almost as much as I do!

     Answer back, Paper, if you really want to be saved. I wouldn't refuse an offer made by the one person who's willing to answer your plea for help.

                                       Yours,

                                        Lux

     Look, before we talk about anything, that skeleton who "has no personality beyond his social anxiety" is my damn brother. You fuck with my brother, you freaking die, ok? Great. Now that's out of the way, I'll only agree to whatever the hell you have planned for us, you give me my brother back once all of this is through. I don't know how the hell you have him, but I can at least sleep at night knowing he's alive. And you better keep him that way..

     Of course I'm not comfortable giving my life's story to someone who lives in a void, claiming to be a savior, but it's the best shot I've got. Let's get this over with. Hell, I better see my brother again, and Ink strangled by his scarf by the end of this.

                                   By the way, it's Paperjam.