#creatorlied

[inkrxt-blog]

starter // @creatorlied

     ‘No no nononono noo keep him away keep him away!’ Lips curl in a slight snarl, though the notion is only created from pure terror; it was a cornered animal now with no clue as to what it’s unpredictable owner would do to it anymore. It couldn’t fight back as it knew it couldn’t win - it didn’t know how to hurt Joey, nor did it think it would gain any freedom in doing so, so all it could do was sit in the floor and tear up, form shrinking up into the furthest corner while it awaited whatever its newest form of torment would be.

[lstchair-blog]

◜ ◆  ▱  @creatorlied

                    would     you     be     my     friend     ?     ‘

                    her     SEEMINGLY     innocent     pleas     fill     her     room ,     one     she     cannot     leave .     trapped     in     the     now     annoying     comfort     of     the     small     bed ,     the     hidden     parts     of     her     legs     BLEED     onto     the     white     sheets .     best     to     keep     her     rotting     skin     from     being     visible .

[inkedwolf-blog]

@creatorlied ✘

He wasn’t supposed to be getting up. He was supposed to be dead, it was supposed to have failed, he was supposed to still be strapped to that operating table.

But hey, life didn’t go as planned sometimes. He would know that very well...

Boris, at first, was only able to mindlessly shuffle to the door after he managed to free himself from the operating table. The wolf paused to see that ink was flowing through him again, and was flowing out of him through his still opened stomach.

And then he thought of the creator. The creator was the reason he was ‘killed’, wasn’t he?

“Cre.... Creeeeaaaa...” Boris left behind droplets of ink as he walked down the hallway, his head snapping from side unnaturally. “Creeeaaaa... tooooor... whe...re?”

[inkgore-blog]

❝ why are you crying this time? ❞

                   oh ,    what    a    ruin    you ‘ ve    become .    a    previous    glimmering    star    -    now    a    hurdling    ball    of    wasted    potential    passing    orbit    of    hollywood .    tears    of    void    black    drip    down    the    toon ‘ s    face ,    it ‘ s    silent    -    but    lives    with    a    miserable    aura    pouring    out .    hmm    ?    oh ,    it ‘ s    him .    your    supposed    father .

                   child ,    when    will    you    come    to    see    how    he    never    loved    you    ?    even    if    you    gave    him    all    the    love    you    had    -    it    was    never    enough .

                   oh    -    uh ,    ‘    he    pauses ,    the    words    sputter    out    like    a    broken    motor .    but    it    wasn ‘ t    the    motor    that    was    broken .

                   hey ,    joey    !    w    -    what    are    y ‘    doin ‘    here    so    e    -    early    .    .    ?    ‘

                   he    noticed    how    what    he    said    was    not    related    to    his    creator ‘ s    question .    best    to    answer    with    honesty    -    but    would    he    bother    to    listen ,    or    only    hear    ?    his    best    friend    was    dead    -    nothing    to    have    such    a    fuss    over .    only    a    crybaby .    only    a    failure .    only    a    disappointment .

                   don ‘ t    worry    ‘ bout    it    !   just    gettin ‘    a    bit    melty    -    no    big    deal    !    ‘    right    ?