#regards.

Why, thank you. I never looked better.

it left me for now. i dunno where it’s going but probably to make sure no one is around. it’s getting hard to type on this thing, if any of you poor souls are reading this. the queue thing probably went off or something, not like i care, i’ve seen some things. things that would make one question reality as a whole. i used to love the quiet, being down here on my own, but now. i ain’t. im not sure how much time i have left. but that damn... demon is there. that. goddamn grin, all it’s doing is just... staring at me. for some reason i think it’s keeping my alive, yeah. try surviving getting your entire lower half crushed and paralyzed, and your vocal cords destroyed along with feeling that damn ink all around you, like it’s trying to claim you, to pull you into the same thing as the others are. maybe that’s what happened to sammy, it force-fed him that... ink and all of a sudden he’s a different man. joey is just letting this all happen to us. it told me not to say too much, says it’s better to save my last words. like hell to that. i may be...broken. but i ain’t going out without a fight. it wants me to inform you all of what this... ink does. well. here it is. the ink here... it’s alive. i dunno if it’s that thing’s doing or joey’s but it’s got a mind of it’s own.and alters your mindset, how you see the world and stuff.one single drop is enough to make you craving for more, and eventually. the ink decides to turn you into one of those.... things. either like sammy or something else, and even something like that. that grinning demon. it’s just standing there, like a statue, but i know that’s the ink’s doing. it’s soulless. all that creature is made out of is just a lot of ink. though i think i overheard it saying that it’s giving it as many souls as possible for joey to pick from. for what i don’t know. i just hope that daniel kid is alright. he and dot anyway. they’re supposed to be coming here tonight it says. i don’t know. i won’t be around long to see it happen. but i hope that thing is a bit merciful. it already killed a handful of our staff that tried to kill that demon. as for joey i don’t know where he is. probably making a cover-story of my death as we speak. ah well. i don’t care. it’s coming back anyway, i know that god-awful whistle anywhere. im gonna wait for the outcome. i will finish this off by saying this. don’t stay in the ink for too long. or at all. it can claim you. pull you into the puddles, to make you apart of the show... that’s what happened to one of the first victims here, that animator joey hired. apparently the... thing that it’s using to talk to all of us drowned the animator in so much ink that it transformed into something else entirely, joey wanted a alice angel so it decided to make one, don’t ask how i know that. like i said, i love the quiet. like norman im pretty sneaky...oh. damn....it’s here. my hand’s been getting tired anyway. this is Jack Fain, signed at October 30th 2009. signing off. and good fucking luck to whoever’s reading this, because that... thing and the demon are going to kill you eventually. i don’t know what it’s gonna do to me but... hopefully i won’t be in that much pain for long. so a word of advice? don’t fucking set foot anywhere into the studios, or at least go to the deeper levels. the ink is everywhere. and just like that demon, it WILL find you... it’s only a matter of time.

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... That wasn't me.

Hm.. An odd thought indeed. I suppose I have truly perfected gender nuetralism.

Yes.

I'll make it some treats for when it wakes up.