Tastes Like Ink

A young woman finds something strange in an abandoned building....

An Edward Scissorhands-esque bandfic of Bert from The Used, mostly based on the aesthetics from their first two records self-titled and In Love and Death, with a touch of Heartwork, Lies for the Liars and Artwork.

Trigger Warnings: swearing, puking, blood, smoking, drinking, screaming, some gross imagery, implied nudity, mentions of sexual abuse and drug references.