Ghost Stories (A Sanscest Story)

A Tiny Heart

Ink slammed into the lockers and hit the ground, the breath being knocked from him. "Hey! What the fuck!!" Ink snapped violently, his eyes turning red. He glared. The bully stared down at him with raised brows, along with four other monsters. They all seemed surprised as well.

"I thought he was the nice, quiet kid." One muttered to the other. "Think he's got a twin?" Ink scowled, getting up, and immediately, they stepped back a little.

"You think you're so tough, you little shit." The leading guy hissed. Ink stared at him in hatred. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, slowly calming himself.

"Look guys, I just wanna go..." He said, holding up his hands. "I don't have any money on me or anything." Ink didn't like this. "I gotta go!" He said, trying to leave. All of a sudden, he stiffened as he felt something on his throat.

Cold and metallic. A knife. He sighed. How childish. He had to play along now. "Not so fast, painter." The leader said. "You see, if you don't have money, you have to pay in some type for us not to bother your pretty little face."

"I don't have anything to pay you with." Ink repeated again. He tried to move again and the knife pressed closer.

"Really? Of course you got something. Remember what we did with the other guy, boys?" The leader asked in a suspicious tone. Ink gulped.

They all chuckled and nodded in agreement. "I have nothing." Ink repeated, his voice starting to shake. Not out of fear. Anger was beginning to boil. The leader laughed.

"I mean... that's not true, is it?" Ink froze as he felt a hand slip under the back of his shirt and stroke his spine, making him tremble. Ink inhaled shakily. In his pocket, he felt his phone vibrating. Ink yelped as he was pinned against the lockers, the jolt sending his phone to the floor. The screen was lit up and glitching.

iNk

That panicked Ink. "STOP!!! NO!" He growled and punched the leader away from him, little bits of black paint jutting from his knuckles. They slipped back into his bones quickly. Everyone was wide-eyed. Dust ran down the leader's face from multiple little gashes. Ink hissed. "I said FUCK OFF." He snarled. The leader scowled and turned on Ink.

Ink hit the lockers with a crack as the leader hit him back, smashing his skull against the metal doors. Ink's vision fuzzed for a moment and he slid down the lockers. His phone vibrated again.

tHEy'Re dEAd

Ink read the text through pulsing vision and it brought a slight smile to his face. He hissed as he felt a hand on his skull and the leader smashed his skull back against the locker again. "What the fuck do you think you're smiling at?!" He snarled furiously. Out of the corner of his eye, Ink could see lights shattering down the hall, growing closer and closer.

Ink slowly moved his flickering eyelights back to the leader as a slow grin spread across his face. There was a faint, blue circle moving down and resting on the leader's shoulders, around his neck. "You're. FUCKED." He stated wheezily.

The leader scowled and opened his mouth, presumably to say something else, but there was no time. The blue circle thickened and became a bright blue rope that was yanked upwards as the light above them was blown out, raining down glass on the remaining four.

The leader kicked and dangled from the ceiling as he grabbed at his throat, letting out loud, gasping breaths. The other four tried to flee. Blue strings snatched one up, pulling him up and breaking through a ceiling panel. He didn't come back down.

As Ink watched through pulsing vision, more strings shot out of nowhere and ensnared one of the last two. The strings began to slice right through the monster. The more they struggled, the more lacerated they would become.