'You walk around Ink's drawing space, admiring the pictures that are all around. But, you then feel you have been dumped in paint, by the artist skeleton himself, Ink. "Argh, Ink!" You shout at him in displease. "Hehe, sorry! I couldn't help it! Besides, the canvas was blank, soooooo. I had to paint it!" 'Canvas..? What Canva- He was talking about me. I was his canvas..' You thought as you blushes under the paint. He smiled, "Guess you are really, covered in paint.."'All Rights Reserved