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“Everyone has thoughts they never bring up, and fears they will never admit. And yet, everyone has to face their thoughts and fears at some point in their lives,” the cat purrs again before flicking the tip of its tail in such a way to attempt to bring attention to something else. If Mikey looks away, he will find the cat to be gone… Or is it?
“Uh,” Mikey wasn’t sure how to respond to that. He didn’t say anything- is it pointing to look somewhere? Mikey turned to look and didn’t see anything of interest. When he turn back, about to ask what it gestured to, the cat was gone, and his inky hand was just held up in mid-air.
Mikey felt a little down that his company had left. He didn’t call out for the cat. If a cat wanted to leave it was going to leave. Maybe, if he was lucky, he might see the cat later. He might have to trap it in a room or something so it doesn’t run off again. Hopefully, none of the Inkies will get to it before he does.
He stood up from his crouching position, picking up the bowl as he did. He’ll have to put it somewhere where he could find it, later. Maybe on the shelf next to the cans?
A leak seems to’ve gotten worse near by. In fact, it sounds like whatever is dripping is straining from the pressure of the ink.
Down the hall starts to darken, it might at first look like lights went out, but as the darkness gets closer it becomes more recognizable. Ink. Coating every square inch of floor, wall, and ceiling. Tendrils reach to grab at anything not flat against a surface and entrap it.
Instead of a bluish or whitish highlight, the light shining on this smothering, living ink seems to gleam a dull dark reddish.
Whatever this is, it’s making its way towards Mikey. Something different from the usual wall for once.
The bowl dropped to the floor with a clatter.
Mikey was frozen for a short terrible moment as the terror grew closer.
For a brief moment, Seven was almost disappointed.
It’s way more fun when they run. And when he started running, that got it excited.
The bowl disappeared under the ink and it seems all the dripping is getting worse, pipes are starting to crack a bit, letting out more ink on the ground and walls. This leaking ink only seems to feed whatever this thing is, ink spreading in an unnaturally quick way.
It’s still slow enough for him to run if he doesn’t slip or corner himself, but Mikey has already made one big mistake. Lights are dimming, he may not want to look back at what seems like a void of ink.
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