Forced God of Creation [Completed]

B a c k t o s q u a r e 1

Imagine if voice was a being. Trapped in a moist dark box. Then one day you take packets of snacks and start throwing them at Voice. You do it so much that the snacks deal damage on Voice. Thats how you abuse your voice I guess.
Okay, im making another book called what if to explain every thing.

We all had given up. We had looked everywhere. But Ink was no where to be found. I recalled the first sentence Error said when he brough Kiki back. Everything has a reason. Maybe Ink had a reason. O-oh! How foolish was I? Ink liked Error!

Error's POV

Think. All you ever need to do is think. How can you describe Ink, bland, totally not creative, empty, blind, controlled, in pain. Wait. That was not the descriptions I was expecting. Okay... controlled, thats a start. Maybe he was forced to create? Oh shit! Pain, forced... I KNOW WHERE HE IS! I made my way to the place I swore to never return to...

Click, clack

My shoes echoed down the bloodied hallways. Remember this place? Where you voices watched me cry? I know you were the cause of all our pain, so called creators. Heh, I understand, I will try to not break okay?

I sat down as I watched Ink. We were going to have a long nice chat.

Okay. So I need you guys to ask me any questions you have. I may consider dares...