- @asksomecolouredink

Imma just put this here and-*Dives into a dumpster*

[Pain. It shot through my left arm and twisted to the back of my shoulder blades, the jarring sound of cracking ringing in my ears. I couldn’t do anything. They were too loud. The ever so familiar shadow loomes over me, yellow wolf like eyes shinning through the menacing smile smeared across her decade old face]

“WHO ELSE WANTS TO SEE ME CRUSH THE WEAK INKLING?!”

[Cheering. Ever so loud. I have never had a week without this torture. Why can’t I just be like the rest? Being an substance demon, please mind my language, sucks. No one likes me. I don’t know why. I helped them with homework, carry them when they’re injured to the sick bay and comforted them when they’re sad. Why are they doing this me? I don’t even have enough time to think about it ,the dreaded girl jammed her long nails into my neck. Everyone “oohed” at the slicky sound of inky flesh getting ripped into two.]

“Haven’t you heard that Nice Guys finish last? Awww poor Nysrogh, if you ain’t going to toughen up you’re nothing but fresh demonic meat for my knuckles to nails~”

[My eyesight deteriorated over time. All I could see and feel was her bending over me , floating clawlike nailed hands supported by her wings-no ,my wings, the ones she stole and is now using as arms, to tear out my gullet]

[The next thing I knew was that I was in the bathroom. Not the sick bay, as expected since no one would help me there. The sight in the mirror got worse and worse everytime I looked into it. My neck was no longer a part of my being. She took it as well]