~~~Ink's POV~~~
Ink gasped, he fell back HARD onto his spinal cord. He winced in pain, but got up again, looking at Dream.
"What...What do we do?" Ink asked. Dream was in a readied stamce, he panted...and shook his head.
"Ink...I-I don't know...," Dream whispered. Ink looked down at his hands, they shook...vibrating every few seconds.
"We're...we're the only ones left...," Ink mummbled. Ink heard Dream let out a huff of air, Ink looked up. Dream was on the floor, looking down at some source of liquid. It looked like a bit of water was flooding from upstairs...into the room they were in. Ink squinted at it, looking at the water made him feel...odd. Then he heard it, it sounded like a child, it was a staticy voice.
"What was that?!" Dream yelled. He flung to his feet, looking around frantically. Ink did the same, Ink couldn't hear all of what they said...but he heard some.
"99 cans of blood on the wall...," the voice said. Ink widended his eyes, infront of him stood a radio. It was centered to their direction, and the noise gradually got louder. Ink softly grabbed Dream's arm, and motioned him to look his direction. When Dream did, he was shocked.
"What...," Dream whispered.
"It's...it's singing a song," Ink huffed. It was, the radio was singing some sort of "human song", Ink had heard it before. But not in THIS way.
"~99 cans of Blood on the Wall! 99 cans of blood! You take one down! Pass it around! 98 cans of Blood on the Wall!~" the raido went. And on beat with the ending of that verse, Ink heard a splash of something. Dream and Ink turned their heads over to their right. There was a puddle of red looking liquid on the ground there. Ink just looked at it, he was shocked at what he saw.
"~98 cans of Blood on the Wall! 98 cans of Blood! Take one round! Pass it around! 97 cans of Blood on the Wall!~" the radio went on. This time, another pouring happened...over them. Dream screamed, as the oily liquid PLUNGED onto him. Dream moved to the side, as well as Ink. Ink couldn't beleive what was happening...and then he looked up. There were TONS of cans of blood. It looked kinda endless...almost impossible.
"~84 cans of Blood on the wall! 84 cans of blood!~," The radio started.
"Wait a minute...," Dream mummbled.
"~Take one down! Pass it around! 83 cans of Blood on the wall!~" the radio finished. From the same spot that Dream was in, TONS of the liquid went down. It flowed freely through the ENTIRE room.
"Dream...," Ink mummbled.
"50 cans of blood on the wall! 50 cans of blood! Take one down, Pass it around! 49 cans of Blood on the wall!" the radio wnet on again. The blood landed in the FIRST spot it hit...and it reached above Ink's foot.
"NO! DREAM! DO SOMETHING!" Ink exclaimed.
"30 cans of Blood on the wall! 30 cans of blood! Take one down! Pass it around! 29 cans of blood on the wall!~" the radio continued. The blood had reached half way to their knees. Ink and Dream banged on the door, it was closed and locked shut.
"LET US OUT! LET US OUT!" Dream and Ink begged. The radio continued, btu it started making weird noises. Static noises
"~20 cans of blood on the WaaRRRRRRRRR. 5 cans of blood on the wall! 5 cans of blood! TaKKKKE OOOOOOOOOOOO," the raido glitched. The radio had fallen off the, now floating, box. Tons of paint cans dropped the blood down, causing the the blood to raise a little bit above their knees.
"HELP! HEEEEEEEEEEELP!" Dream demanded. He raised his foot and started kicking the door, trying to get out.
"~-5 FI FI FI FI FI FI FI -10 cans of blood on the wA WA WA WA WA," the raido continued to glitch. The room continued to flood, the blood reaching their chest, and soon enough to raise them up. The radio was barely heard, but Ink and Dream were BARELY able to stay a float. The blood continued to rise, ..., Ink couldn't take it. He was done, as he let himself go. He sunk under the putrid liquid, catching the eye of Dream.
~~~Dream's POV~~~
"INK!" Dream screamed. He dunked himself under the water, swimming to catch Ink's body. By now, the room had completley flooded...no way to get oxygon. Dream searched and searched, before FINALLY finding his body on the bottom. Air bubbles floated from his nose, through the blood. Dream grabbed Ink's body...and started swimming towards the door. He kicked once...he kicked twice...he kicked again. His world spun, he was loosing oxygon, he was loosing his mind. With a heaving push, Dream thrusted himself into the door. And closed his eyes... The door slammed outwards, causing a huge gap...and the flooding room to sink into the new area. The door has ripped out, leaving only shreds behind. But neither one of them could see the caos left, cause they were both out. Out, cold, and possibly, in danger.
* A/N: Certainly a weird one I must say :3. Thank you all for reading! I'll see you all later! Bye! *
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