The Demon twitched his head slightly, grunting lightly at the sight of an. very odd device appearing somewhere in front of him, he had to lift up a bit of ink from his eyes in order to see it, gurgling and hissing slightly, leaning down to get a better look at it. what was this strange thing. this odd object. how old and rusty it looked. and yet. it still looked like it worked, and didn’t appear like it belonged in the studios. perhaps it was left here long ago. by the liar. the man behind the monster. or by the prophet. or by the ang- he shakes his head, gurgling softly he tilted his head, his grin twitching as he leaned down a bit, and pressed a single button, and the screen lit up, an message appearing [Howdy! welcome to the messenger’s service! i am your host! the messenger, this object here is meant for those who want to see a bit more action, so! here! have some fun! make some friends for once! and remember! don’t get too angry Ink demon. after all! we’re all here to have fun?] [the ask box is now open!!!!]
