Vials [Errorink]

the deal.

"PAPA!" Gradient shouted, scared for his life. The large tentacle crushing his small, weak soul. He sobbed as his dad rubbed large circles into his back.

"Nightmare, please.. Stop i-i'll do anything!"
"Really, creator? Haven't you done enough?"
"Nightmare! Please!!"
Nightmare sighed. "Ok, Ink. I'll make a deal"
"Im listening"
"I'll trade you his soul... For yours"
"I don't-"
"Your vials, give me one"

Ink gulped. He had no choice. Its for his oldest son.. The one he raised, the one who let him see the world through a new light.
He reached down and grabbed one. The green one. He doesn't need this one.. Its just...trust.. He.. He doesn't need that.. Does he?
"O-ok"