Prologue

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No one's POV 

The bell rang above the shop's door. 

"Comme dans!" A familiar voice called from the back room. You walked into the shop as he walked behind the counter. 

"Retour si tôt, Y/N?" He asked, chuckling. You grinned. 

"Je me demandais si je pourrais peut-être peindre quelque chose, Monsieur encre?" You responded, he having taught you French when you were little. Both of you were some of the few who could speak French, and often you had to translate to others. Encre smiled. 

"Bien sûr! Que voulez-vous peindre?" He said. You thought for a moment. 

"Une batte? J'adore les vampires." You said. He nodded and led you into the back room. He set you up with a few paints and a canvas and you began to paint. 

*le tem skip to night time* 

You finished your painting and took a step back. Encre walked over. He smiled. 

"C'est beau, Y/N!" He exclaimed. 

"Y/N! Curfew, come on!" Your dad called. You sighed. 

"Just a moment, dad! Merci, mais je dois y aller. Je te verrai demain Monsieur encre!" You said, walking out of the shop. 

"Bonne nuit Y/N!" Encre waved at you. 

But the next day, Encre was nowhere to be seen. 

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