Sanscest Crack

14K & 15K

Dark- *INHALES SHARPLY*

Dark- *EXHALES DRAMATICALLY*

Dark- help i cant breathe. *DIES*

Horror-...sh*t.

Ink- F*CK, WHO WILL CONTINUE THIS CRACK BOOK????

Horror- I don't know and I don't care.

Ink- THERE IS ONLY ONE SOLUTION TO THIS PROBLEM.

Ink- I MUST WRITE IT MYSELF.

AHEM

HELLO. MY NAME IS INK SANS. I WILL CONTINUE THIS BOOK FOR THE PREVIOUS AUTHOR WHICH HAS...UH..."TAKEN A BREAK".

Horror- What the hell, that sounds like crap.

Ink- WELL, CAN YOU DO BETTER?

Horror-...hmmmmmmmmm

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The cold and still air sent an eerie feeling to Ink. He shivered softly, looking around the darkening atmosphere. Something about this place was...unsettling. He trudged down the path slowly, every sense he possessed on high alert. Suddenly, a sickening SNAP rung through the forest, followed by a painful cry. Ink had carelessly stepped into a rusted bare-trap, it's metallic-like teeth tearing into his bones. Crimson red marrow dripped messily from the wound, the blood-like substance staining the pearly white snow. Why was a bear trap out in the forest? More importantly...why was it still activated? "H e y  b u d d y." Ink froze in place. He had been sloppily walking onward until the voice stopped him. He stood before a gigantic gate, shivering uncontrollably. "l o o k s  l i k e  y o u r e  i n  a . . . i n t e r e s t i n g  s i t u a t i o n ." Ink wouldn't dare turn around for he recognized the voice. Horror.

Ink- hold up. How and why-?

Horror- SHUT DA F*CK UP, I'M WRITING MY STORY.

Ink- NO, YOUR STORY IS TOO GOREY.

Ink- AND WHY IS IT ABOUT ME?

Horror- Because...

"Y O U R E  M Y  V I C T I M ." Horror pulled out his bloody axe, pulling it to Ink's neck. "L E T S  M A K E  H E A D D O G S ,  I N K !"

Error- *KICKS DOWN DOOR, PUNCHES HORROR OUT THE WINDOW* I SEnsEd DANgeR.

Ink- *rolls eyes* My hero.

Ink- *picks up computer*

Error suddenly busts into the scene, knocking Horror off of his feet. He then wraps Ink into his arms. "GlaD I coULd MaKE iT HEre oN tIMe."

Error- WhY DId yOU wRIte mY wORDs aLL WEirD?

Ink- Isn't that how you sound?

Error- nO.

Ink-...*goes back to writing*

Dream- *walks over* Hey, what are you all doing? *steps on Dark's corpse*

Dream- oh, that's a dead cat.

Error- THAnK yOU caPTAin OBviOUS.

Dream- *sighs* so what are you doing?

Ink- Writing. Helping this creator out.

Dream- Cool. Can I give it a try?

Ink- Sure. *hands computer to Ink*

Dream- *skims over the new part*

(New Part) Ink cringes a little, pointing to their foot. The bear-trap was still tightly grasping onto their ankle, the marrow dripping onto the snow. "oH." Error bluntly stated, picking Ink up and using his strings to pry the trap open. After some effort, the trap fell off Ink with a large THUD. Then, Horror began to stand back onto his feet, gripping tightly to his axe.