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When Ink woke up, he was on his bed in his and Slasher's castle in Slicedtale. He whimpered softly and tried to sit up in bed, but his bones ached still from being exposed to the cold for so long. He groaned softly from the pain then glanced around, seeing that Slasher had carried him to his room while he had been unconscious. He was grateful that Slasher was so nice to him. He glanced at the clock, seeing it was around 10:00 pm. How long had he even been unconscious for? He tried to remember what happened but of course, those damned voices started again.

'It's late at night. Slasher is probably asleep so now would be your chance to leave.' But ink didn't want to leave. Why would he leave Slasher after Slasher had just saved him? But what if the voices were right? Should he leave? Ink couldn't decide. He wanted to stay but at the same time, he wanted to leave. He silently left his room, going and silently wandering around the castle without being seen by any of the guards. He headed towards the kitchen, wanting something sharp. Anything at this point would work, but a knife was preferable. When he got to the kitchen, it didn't take him long to find a knife. But would Ink really do this to Slasher after all Slasher had done for him? Did he really want to leave Slasher?... Ink didn't know anymore. Ink quietly took the sharpest knife he could find in the kitchen and snuck back to his room, trembling ever so slightly. Painful memories flooded his mind about things he never has told anyone before.

When he was halfway back to his room, something in him just...snapped... He broke down silently crying and fell to his knees. Why did he have to screw up so badly in the past?! He started full on sobbing soon enough, unable to calm himself down at all. He started to repeatedly slice at his arms with the sharp knife, causing countless deep cuts on his arms. The cuts left a stinging pain in his arms, but he didn't care anymore. He kept making deeper and deeper cuts until his arms felt numb. The knife fell from his hands and he just curled up in a ball on the floor, crying as blood was oozing from his arms fairly quickly. He didn't feel so good now. He the painful memories combined with the fact he was losing a lot of blood was not doing him any favors right now. And before he knew it, Ink passed out, remaining curled up in a ball on the floor as his arms bled out. But the real question is, how long would it be before anyone finds ink here?... Would anyone even find him before Ink would even have a chance of bleeding to death?..

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