I: Wow, hi! You're really black.
N: (...A human? No. Right. I think they call them monsters out here.)
I: You seem to like a pretty strange game, huh? But if you keep killing everyone, the story gets ruined!
N: (This feeling is strange. Unpleasant. How can something like this even exist?)
I: Anyway, I'm Ink! Nice to meetโ
N: (It doesn't matter. Once something dies, it's over.)
I: Hey, you're doing it again!
N: (That feeling... I remember it. ...Right. It's that monster I killed before.)
I: You're not about to attack me again, are you? That really hurt last time! You're ridiculously strong, you know.
N: (I'm not imagining it. It really is the same monster. So it wasn't mortal after all?)
I: You know, friend, you don't have to stare like that. Your #50C5BF eyes are pretty striking, but they're kind of creepy too. Cool design, though.
N: ...What are you?
I: Wow. You can talk! I'm Ink. What's your name?
N: Fine, Ink.
I: Huh? What's fine?
N: Let me give you one piece of advice.
N: Don't interfere with me again.
I: You really never get tired of this, huh?
N: I was about to say the same thing.
I: Can't help it. You're the first person I've met who can travel between universes like I can.
N: You should be learning by now that people like that are dangerous.
I: Hmm. I think I'm starting to get that. But since I don't actually stay dead, could you maybe stop killing me?
N: If you don't die, then it doesn't matter if I kill you.
I: That's true, I guess. But it hurts! I don't like pain.
N: Right. I like killing.
I: Wow. You're the worstโ
I: I think it'd be a good habit to at least listen to people all the way through.
N: I think I've given you plenty of warnings already.
I: And I've explained plenty of times too! Traveling alone is fascinating, but it gets kind of lonely.
N: I didn't realize you were the type to enjoy suffering out of boredom.
I: Hmm. I think you're just the type who enjoys suffering.
N: Correct. Especially other people's suffering.
I: Wait a second. I think I'm starting to figure out the timingโ
N: You always start talking after everything's already over. Do you have any intention of stopping me?
I: Hey, you're insanely strong! How am I supposed to do that?
N: You probably can't stop me. But you could fight.
I: I don't know how to fight. I only learned how to travel between universes recently.
N: You're wandering the multiverse without even knowing how to fight? What an impressively mighty soul.
I: I'm starting to get the feeling that's sarcasm.
N: No. It was a compliment.
I: Oh. Really?
N: No. Obviously it was an insult.
I: ...You're a serious obstacle to my social development, you know.
N: I'm honored.
I: Could you stop finishing things by stabbing me to death?
N: If you have a preferred way to die, I'd be willing to hear it.
I: Huh? Well, if I had to choose, I'd prefer one that doesn't hurt. Actually, the important part is not dying at all.
N: Death isn't all that special. If pain is what bothers you, then it becomes meaningless the moment you learn to ignore it.
I: ...That actually makes sense!
N: Right. Do you know how you become numb to pain?
I: How?
N: You keep experiencing it until you're used to it.
I: I'm starting to think trusting your advice isn't a very good idea.
N: I never realized you were capable of learning.
I: Look, I wrote everything down. Attempt one: greeted him and got murdered. Attempt two: received advice and got murdered. Attempt three: learned his preferences and got murderedโ
N: If I damaged that scarf, would you finally stop bothering me?
I: Don't even think about it!
N: I enjoy damaging things.
I: Just because you like something doesn't mean you can do itโ
N: Why not? Who's going to stop me?
I: Either way, this is off limits! It's important to me.
N: I suppose I don't have a choice, then. I'll let it slide this time.
N: You'll have to give me something else instead.
I: I have a bad feeling about this.
N: Good instinct.
I: You know, you always wear the same outfit.
N: So do you.
I: Exactly! You have no idea how much work I put into designing this. Look, this scarfโ
N: I'm not particularly interested.
I: Oh, come on! Every design carries its creator's struggles. That's what makes it fun!
N: I can't say I completely disagree. But explaining things nobody asked about feels like poor craftsmanship.
I: That's the worst thing you could possibly say to someone's creative spirit!
N: Hardly a new complaint.
I: Wait, are you trying to kill me againโ
I: So what does it mean?
N: What does?
I: Your design. It's impressive, but it's so black that you can barely see the details. Why is it like that?
N: Do you have any concept of what being rude means?
I: Hmm. Not really. I'll apologize anyway. Though I do think what you usually do is way ruder than anything I've said... So what does it mean?
N: If you're not actually sorry, there's no reason to apologize.
I: But if you've done something wrong, you're supposed to apologize.
N: Not necessarily. There are other ways to repay a debt.
I: Oh no. Don't tell meโ
I: So what does it mean?
N: You really don't get tired of asking.
I: I'm curious! Especially that crown. It has patterns on it. Is that a moon? And now that I'm looking closer, I think there are symbols on your clothes too.
N: Why is meaning so important to you?
I: Because that crown keeps slipping. You keep fixing it every time it tilts. It looks inconvenient, but you still wear it. If it wasn't important, you wouldn't bother. You're way too picky, mean, efficiency-obsessed, and stubborn for that.
N: ......
N: No.
N: It doesn't mean anything.
N: You're right. There's no reason to keep things like that anymore.
I: (โฆOh. I think that was important.)
N: That's unusually helpful of you.
I: You're not going to kill me today?
N: No.
N: I'm not in the mood.
I: I think we're getting a little closer.
N: What makes you think that?
I: You didn't kill me last time! I kept thinking about it, and that has to count as progress.
N: I suppose you could call it that.
I: Really?
N: Sure.
N: Killing you stopped being entertaining.
I: Oh, that's great! By the way, your design changedโ
I: If it's not entertaining anymore, then why do you keep killing me?
N: Because now I want to kill you out of irritation.
I: Huh? Whyโ
I: Listen, I don't know what I did, but I'm sorryโ
I: Will you just listen to me?!
N: Nice dodge.
I: Right?! I've been studying your patternsโ
N: Couldn't dodge the second one, though.
I: Nightmare!
N: Where did you hear that name?
I: I did some research! I actually wanted to ask you directly, but you're pretty famous.
N: Good to know.
I: Can't you at least tell me why you're angry?
N: I'm not angry.
I: Then why are you so irritated? You keep killing me.
N: I've always been killing you.
I: That's true, but this is different!
N: How?
I: You haven't talked to me even once.
N: I don't want to talk to you.
I: Why not?
N: I never said I wanted to talk to you in the first place.
I: Well, no, but we ended up talking anyway. Doesn't that mean it wasn't so bad?
N: Maybe for a while. You were strange.
N: And honestly, kind of funny.
I: So I'm not anymore?
N: No.
N: I don't like you.
I: What can I do to make you not dislike me?
N: There's nothing you can do.
I: Why?
N: That's what it means to dislike someone.
I: I don't understand.
N: You will.
I: You're really not going to teach me anything anymore?
N: I never taught you anything.
I: Hmm. I guess that's true. Still.
N: But yes.
N: I'm not going to give you anything.
I: ...Really?
N: Really.
N: Stay out of my sight.
N: Don't let me see you again.
I: ......
I: Okay.
Nightmare.
He doesn't like me.
I don't know why.
But it was my fault.
Don't meet him again.
Nightmare.
There was an important mistake.
I should be sorry.
I don't remember why.
Don't meet him again.
Nightmare.
Seems important.
Don't meet him again.
N: Guardian. ...And you.
D: Nightmare, please don't do this.
I: Oh, so you're Nightmare. You're really black!
N: ...Of course. I didn't expect anything else.
I: Huh?
N: You'd be better off not interfering with me.
N: All of you.
I: Um, actually, I wasn't trying to interfereโ
D: Ink, move!
I: Hey, there was no reason to attack all of a sudden!
I: Fine. If that's how you want it. You started this!
N: Think whatever you want.